You still remember me? A miracle, I know... I'm sorry about the length and how late this chapter is and thatthere's no action, but it will be there next time!
Both Sherlock and Mycroft are standing behind me, I'm sitting in Mycroft's chair in his office. Sherlock had been the first to try and take the phone away from me, but I had demanded that I would be the one with the phone. Eventually, both Holmes brothers had agreed. And I wanted to sit in Mycroft's chair ever since I first saw it.
In the folder called Network is a huge amount of other apps, folders, documents, pictures, videos and maps. I go through all of them, through every folder because we can't risk not looking at something. It takes hours, but the two shadows behind me stay. Around lunchtime my eyes are burning, I'm tired and I'm hungry. To my surprise it's not only Sherlock who protests, but also Mycroft.
"Kiara, we can't stop! We still need to look through a quarter of the content, it would only take a few hours..." Sherlock's voice is pleading, but by now I know him well enough to know that it's fake. I can understand him, he wants to find and destroy the threads, but we do have the twenty minutes I need for lunch.
"Exactly. Mycroft, I'm astonished that you can resist the lure of the food, are you on a diet?" Mycroft frowns and Sherlock smirks, so I continue. "If either of you tries to look through it without me, I'll be really cross, so you better don't even try. I know, I'll take it with me. And you, Sherlock, are going to eat something."
The atmosphere in the dining room is kind of tense. Sherlock is annoyed, I told him that he needed to eat and apparently the contents of my phone were enough incentive. Both him, and to my surprise, Mycroft, aren't really enjoying the meal, I can see, they are waiting for me to finish. I don't really mind. Today the kitchen has made an enormous amount of food, and as neither of us has eaten anything for breakfast, I have decided to honour this meal correctly.
The buffet is mostly cold. There are three different soups, tomato, potato and a chicken-and-leek soup. They are the only hot things.
Then there are, again, many different kinds of bread, fluffy white or brown bread, in thick or thin slices, normal, but obviously very expensive toast, French baguette, strange, nearly black German bread which actually tastes slightly of syrup and is amazing, and many more, which I haven't tried so far. Salted and normal butter are next to the margarine, then there are all kinds of marmalade and jam and at least five different kinds of honey. The chocolate spread isn't far away either.
On the next table there are vegetables and fruit, the usual stuff, but also things I have never seen before. The meat plate is huge, as is the cheese one, and the fish plate is only slightly smaller.
Finally I eat the last bite and ask one of the staff for an espresso. I usually don't like them, but I hope that the caffeine will keep me awake.
After exactly twenty minutes we are in Mycroft's study again. After three more hours, we're through it all. I groan and exit the Fail-safe app. Sherlock is already on one of the other chairs in his thinking pose and Mycroft is yawing. As I'm stretching, Sherlock, surprisingly, speaks.
"Don't relax yet, Kiara, we have only seen the rough outlines of it all, not every fine detail-"
"I don't care, this is enough for the day. We know where the information about Stone and Smith is, so either, you do the planning now and we discuss it tomorrow, or we do the plan together tomorrow, but I am going to my room and relax. You might be two complete machines, but that doesn't mean everybody is."
My dramatic exit is destroyed by me stumbling because of the exhaustion, and the shocked silence is broken by Sherlock's chuckle.
"DIE, you idiot!"
I don't notice Sherlock coming in as I'm currently killing a guard in Assassin's Creed. It's actually pretty good. Since I do actually know how to kill people with knifes it's sometimes a bit ridiculous, but it is, most of the time, pretty relaxing.
"Erm – Kiara?" Sherlock's voice pulls me out of Florence in the Renaissance, so I pause and look up to him.
"Sherlock, I didn't hear you coming in... What's up?"
He still looks a bit shocked because of what I said when he came in so I smile.
"Don't worry, I was just killing this guard. I think I actually want one of these hidden blades, they are so cool – But really, what's up?"
"I heard you verbally abusing the TV, I was wondering why. And..." His voice quietens at the end, and from the way he looks down and not at me a understand what he wants.
Wordlessly I pull my phone out and click through the buttons until I reach the surveillance of 221B.
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