I still don't own Sherlock.
And I'm spoiling you all with these updates. I normally wait months to update again. And I've given you six updates in five days O.o Sorry for the shortish chapter.
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Annemarie=Eve=Athena (I will have a new name for her every single chapter)
Mycroft was disappointed and a bit angry. The video feed he had of Harry Watson's shop and flat showed…absolutely nothing. They showed the same feed looped endlessly which said more than enough on how pathetic some of the government workers were. The loops were not even terribly good ones as though taunting him and he knew he would eventually resort to looking up the enigmatic Harriet Janice Watson. Then there was the matter of his brother, who had refused to stay in Japan demanding that he be allowed to come back to London to take care of John's death. Mycroft glares at his computer and phone in turn then allows his face to resume the normal façade of indifference. This situation calls for delicate handling. He called to Annemarie, "Get a car ready and welcome my brother back." His tone was cold and indifferent but Annemarie knew that her boss was extremely stressed.
"Of course, sir." She replied without looking up from her black berry, "Which airport? Should I leave an anonymous tip to the media?" She offered the last one as a way to stall Sherlock and not quite as seriously even though her tone was even.
"Private airport, suburbs probably," Mycroft's eyes closed for a second before flicking open again, "Farnborough. And don't bother telling the media, they'll find out soon enough, as they can't seem to keep their noses out of anything."
Annemarie nodded sharply, "Yes, sir." With that she left the room to pick Sherlock up. Mycroft knew if she needed him he would get a text. With a repressed sigh Mycroft settled down for a day of politics and his little brother.
Sherlock wanted to pace but knew that it would be impossible with his current position. He was currently cramped into the storage area of a small private plane. Mycroft had tried to stop him as per normal but Sherlock had managed to escape Tokyo, Japan. He knew his brother had relized what had happened and would have his annoying assistant and car waiting for him. He would have to be careful though, because he had a feeling that Mycroft would try to keep him from the information on John's death. And if he was in his right mind Sherlock might have agreed, but right now he was furious.
Someone had touched his flate mate and doctor and they had killed him. Just thinking about it made Sherlock's vision red and a dark corner of his mind whispered about being emotionally comprised.
John was bored. This was not a new developement but normally he would have someone or something to take his mind off of all of it. Harry had tried but it was hard, as she had a criminal enterprise to run. John knew he could help her but knew he would be much help, there was a reason he had chosen not to go into the family business. He did have the telly on but nothing terribly interesting was playing. Right now he was simply surfing the net, not really paying much attention to what he was doing. John was surprised with how impatient he was with Sherlock to simply figure out that he was not dead. Sherlock might be a bit angry with John at first for fooling him but John was sure that he could eventually beat some sense into Sherlock.
He wanted his crazy, supposedly sociopathic, and energetic flat mate back. He missed the cases he and Sherlock used to do, he missed running around London and stealing the DI's badge. He would even go as far as to say that he missed the body parts in the fridge. Sherlock used to keep him on his toes and in the battlefield without the nightmares.