Mycroft had his entire staff at his house replaced, then did the same at Downing Street.
Things seemed to be going fine, until his ties started disappearing.
He couldn't take it anymore.
He was going to have to tell Sherlock.
Sherlock's phone buzzed.
He flipped it open to view the text message.
Obtained case. Interested? MH
Sherlock frowned. He was so bored... but he wasn't going to stoop so low as to accept a case from Mycroft.
When Sherlock didn't respond, Mycroft grew irritated.
He really couldn't deal with Sherlock's stubborn personality right now.
The phone buzzed again. Sherlock growled in annoyance. He reached for his phone.
Not interested? MH
Sherlock waited another hour, but Lestrade failed to contact him with an important case. He sighed. He was going to have to accept the case.
Whatever. SH
Finally.
I'll come over. MH
Necessary? SH
Yes. MH
"Mycroft's coming over, John." Sherlock didn't look up from his computer screen as the other man returned from work.
"Wonderful." John grimaced. "Shall I make some tea?"
"Depends on if you want it or not."
Now he knew he was really bored; accepting a case from Mycroft.
He hoped the case was interesting.
"How's the diet coming?" Sherlock pointedly asked.
Mycroft did look a little more ruffled than usual, John noticed as he brought out the tea. Not at all his usual sleek appearance.
"That's only half the problem." Mycroft leaned on his umbrella. "It's whoever's behind the staff at Downing Street and my house."
"Sorry?" Sherlock hid a smile. He secretly enjoyed seeing his brother in this position. "Maybe you could tell me the WHOLE story? And verbally, please, so John can understand."
A/N
I guess all the chapters for this are all pretty short...
I'm glad people are enjoying this. I think Mycroft is my favourite POV to write in.