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John fiddled nervously with his unfamiliar shirt cufflink, eyes darting nervously around from Sherlock to the passing scenery outside of the cab. His tie felt tight against his throat, it felt uncomfortably like a noose. Sherlock of course was the complete picture of serenity and calmness, but John knew better. Sherlock had not moved or said a word since they had entered the taxi, and he had a military stillness which would have rivalled John's. Sherlock was nervous, but he would never admit it. John sighed, and leaned back into his seat. His suit felt like a straight jacket. He coughed nervously.
"Everything will be fine, Sherlock," he made a desperate attempt to comfort Sherlock. Sherlock gave him one look which said it all. No it won't.
"What could possibly go wrong?" John was getting desperate now. Sherlock gave John another look, and John gulped. Great. If Sherlock had no hope, he was screwed.
"It's only Mycroft and your mum, right?" Sherlock nodded slightly.
"Okay I can cope with that. What's your mother like?"
"Imagine me and Mycroft combined together, and turned into a woman."
"Oh my god." John gulped again. Damn. She must be a very formidable woman then. He felt sick.
"Are you going to tell me exactly where the hell Mycroft lives?"
"Yes, we're going to one of is mansions' just outside Kensington Gardens,"
It didn't surprise John that Mycroft had more than one mansion. Of course he had more than one mansion. As the light began to fade, the taxi pulled up beside a huge, iron wrought pair of gates, a long, winding drive way visible behind them.
"We've arrived," was all Sherlock said, and promptly got out of the taxi, John following. As they approached the gates, Sherlock clasped onto John's hand. John looked up at the taller man, giving him what he hoped was a reassuring smile. Sherlock smiled back. John melted as he always did. When they came to face the gates, they merely slid back, welcoming them into Mycroft's lair. How had they seen them coming? CCTV, of course, John was so stupid. Of course Mycroft had CCTV. They picked up their pace, well, Sherlock began to walk faster and John was practically dragged along, so they reached their destination in less than 5 minutes. John swore the world slowed down as Sherlock's tapered finger reached out towards the door bell. John squeezed Sherlock's hand tightly. He rang it once, and the slowly the door creaked open.
Don't worry, I felt evil, so the big dinner is going to happen in th next chapter! Keep reading!