-In the car (Lyanna and Mycroft)-
'I cannot believe you did not beat Sherlock at chess' said Mycroft 'Have I taught you nothing?'
'Calm down Uncle, I let him win' replied Lyanna 'We cannot have Sherlock going off in a strop now, can we?' She replied with a smile.
'No, I suppose we cannot. I cannot imagine anything worse' replied Mycroft.
'Anyway' continued Lyanna 'Where are we going for dinner?'
'I made dinner reservations at your favourite restaurant' replied Mycroft.
'So, we are getting Chinese?!' inquired Lyanna with a grin.
'Yes' replied Mycroft 'We are getting Chinese'
'Yes!' cried Lyanna 'Thank you Uncle Mycroft'
'No problem my dear' replied Mycroft 'But first we are going home so you may change'
'Okay' said Lyanna 'Thank you'.
-20 minutes later-
'I will wait in the car Lyanna' said Mycroft, as Lyanna pulled herself out of the car. 'Please try not to be too long, I made the reservations for 8'
'Okay Mycroft' replied Lyanna 'Give me 10 minutes'.
True to her word, Lyanna was back in the car 10 minutes later. She had changed into her black skinny jeans, her favourite jumper and she had pulled her black curls back into a ponytail.
'You look very nice' complimented Mycroft as they drove to the restaurant.
'Thank you' replied Lyanna.
The pair remained quiet for the rest of the drive and it suited them both just fine – neither of them were very keen on constant chatting.
15 minutes later, the car pulled up outside the restaurant. Lyanna went to get out, when she froze.
'What is the problem Lyanna?' inquired Mycroft.
Lyanna quickly sat back down and pulled the door shut.
'We need to go somewhere else' replied Lyanna, a sense of urgency in her voice.
'Why?' inquired Mycroft.
'Because John and Sherlock are inside' replied Lyanna.
'Oh, I should have known' said Mycroft.
-Inside the restaurant (John and Sherlock)-
'Isn't that Mycroft's car?' inquired John, looking over Sherlock's shoulder and out of the window.
Sherlock turned to have a look.
'Yes it is' replied Sherlock 'What is my brother doing here?'
'Probably came to spy on you' replied John with a smirk.
'No' replied Sherlock 'This is something different'
And with that, Sherlock got up, grabbed his coat and headed outside; leaving John at the table by himself.
-Back in the car-
'Steve' Mycroft directed at the driver 'Take us back to the house and step on it'
'I am on it boss' replied the driver, as he pulled away from the restaurant.
Lyanna looked out of the window to see Sherlock come running out of the restaurant – it seemed as if he was looking for something. She then saw his eyes clock the car and she pulled her head back in , hoping that Sherlock hadn't seen her.
-Back with Sherlock-
'Damn!' cried Sherlock, as he watched Mycroft's car pull away.
'Sherlock?' a voice called from behind him.
'Not now John' replied Sherlock, without even turning around.
Sherlock pulled out his phone and quickly sent a text.
Mycroft's phone bleeped.
'What are you up to? SH'.
'Is it Sherlock?' inquired Lyanna.
'No' lied Mycroft 'It is nothing you need to worry about' he said as he text back.
'Something that does not concern you just yet. MH'.
Sherlock's phone bleeped.
He read the text quickly and exhaled. So now his brother was up to something; and with Lyanna's case as well, Sherlock was going to be rather busy indeed.
'Everything alright?' inquired John.
'Of course it is, why wouldn't it be?' replied Sherlock.
'Well you did sigh rather deeply' replied John.
'Yes, well, I'm terribly sorry for breathing loudly' retorted Sherlock.
'Okay, forget it' replied John 'I've paid for the meal, so let's head back to Baker Street'
'Good idea – in fact that's the best idea anyone has come up with this evening'
'Glad to hear' replied John sarcastically, as he hailed a cab.
The cab pulled in and Sherlock opened the door and got in.
'Come on John' he said, as John got in the cab 'We have work to do'.
'I'm sorry?' replied John.
Sherlock showed John the text from Mycroft. John read it and looked up at Sherlock. Sherlock smirked.
'The game is on'.