*waves* Hello folks, I know it's been a long while since the last update. As part of this years NaNo I finished this story, it's a lot shorter than I originally thought it would be, but my muse fought every step of the way, so I will take what I got. Thank you so much for those of you who are still around!

Mycroft's POV

While he knew that John was quite impressive in his abilities, he did not expect to feel aroused by the situation. Originally he had planned to spend a bit more time with his companion but between the racing thoughts and the newest problem to be interrogated, he decides against that. That was a revelation, one he is still processing when the car stops in front of the house.

"Goodnight John," he murmurs, keeping his voice even despite his distractions.

John smiles at him,, kissing him lightly before exiting the car and heading inside without saying a word.

The divider between front and back slides open, his driver glancing at him in the mirror.

"The office," he tells Frank, answering the unspoken question and adjusting his tie.

He needs to take the time to think about this evening. Not that he has any. Instead he gets to deal with being distracted as he finds out what Amberlyn has already discovered on his potential kidnapper. As that is what the man with the tazer was planning, if he's not mistaken.

She meets him at the door, handing over a file as she says, "Anise."

"Thank you," he replies as he accepts it and adjusts her name in his mind.

He heads to his office, planning on reading through the file that Anise provided. He's partly through the folder on what information they already have when he gets an alert about his brother. Namely that his brother is on his way to the office, having bypassed security.

Sighing, he closes the folder just as his door is thrown open.

"Why do you have goons following me around?" His brother demands, not even bothering to greet him. Which is not all that surprising as the last few times he's seen Sherlock, the younger man has been high.

A quick glance at his brother's eyes confirms he still is.

"I do not have goons following you. If there are such figures, I suspect they are related to your unlawful activities." He retorts calmly, arching a brow at his brother in challenge. The closest he gets to goons following him is the cities CTV

Sherlock glowers at him, almost pouting actually.

Just what he needs, another bloody distraction. It's bad enough he keeps thinking about John and the fact he wouldn't mind the ex-soldier manhandling him however he wants. Looks forward to it even. Now he has this to worry about as well? He'll look into it.

Changing the topic, he comments, "I have hired Doctor Watson as a personal physician for both us. I am certain that he will wish to speak with you about your health and habits."

"I don't need a doctor!" Sherlock snaps angrily.

"Don't you?" He replies coolly, waving a hand towards his brother's disheveled appearance and general state of disreputable behavior.

Fort reasons he will never understand his brother seems to enjoy looking like a strung out bum without a place to shower. If his brother wasn't so good at avoiding security, he'd never make it in this building with the way he looks. He can clean up, and does occasionally when presented with a puzzle, but it never lasts, much to his frustration. He's still trying to figure out some long lasting way to encourage his brother to stop doing drugs.

Gray blue eyes narrow on him angrily as his brother goes still. He can practically see the fury in the way his brother trembles.

"It is not my choice that you engage in such foolish behavior. I'd have you sectioned if I thought it would help." He states, keeping his emotions off his face so his brother can't use them against him.

They've spent years having these clashes. It's not something he expects to end at any point, but he would like to see his brother living healthier. Not that he actually envisions occurring. Sherlock does what he wants and damn the consequences. He wishes their parents had acted like parents, rather leaving it up to him to deal with his younger brother because they didn't want to since he was so high strung.

So far John and Sherlock have only met each other once, and that was rather brief. He's certain that it would be prudent for them to meet again. The question is: will his brother behave to do so? Of course, the doctor had no issues with dealing with Sherlock, but that is not the point.

Perhaps John will have better luck coming up with a way to encourage his brother to stop doing drugs. It's a long shot, after all, he's only hired the doctor recently, and he hasn't had a chance to get to know his brother. Still, there's hope.

When his brother doesn't say anything for a while he sighs. "I do have things to do, I will look into the goons, as you called them." He remarks as he turns his attention back to the file.

His brother leaves in huff. Not saying anything else as he spins and strides away, slamming the door behind behind him.

Now that he's alone, he pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and simply taking some time to breathe. Sometimes he wishes he was an only child or didn't feel such a familial obligation. That would make everything so much simpler. Sadly, it will never be. Unless, of course, his brother accidently kills himself, at which point his parents will blame him.

Right then, back to the situation at hand. He can't afford to be too distracted. Not that that stops the thoughts and images teasing at the edge of his mind. It's going to be a very long evening, he decides. He'd rather think of John than Sherlock if he has to be distracted. At least with the blonde, they're positive thoughts. Things he is looking forward and is considering discussing.

Not right now, he scolds himself as his computer chimes at him, he's definitely got work to do.

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