AN: Sorry about the delay in updating. Here's to make up for it. Disclaimer: I am not Bill Gates who could buy Sherlock, so no, I don't own it.
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Sherlock gasped as they stepped inside. The room was so large that his whole house could fit in it! And his house was not small. Mycroft looked at Sherlock in amusement. He remembered his first time here. It had seemed like a whole world, all in itself. The hallways filled with old art. The rooms as big as whole floors of a house. After his first time here, when he was four, Mycroft had gone over to a "friend's" house. Needless to say, that house had paled in comparison, and Mycroft told the kid's parents so. The "play date" had been over within half an hour.
Sherlock, however, thought that he preferred simpler houses. This looked fun to explore as a guest, but how could you live here? "It must take a whole army of people to clean this house," Sherlock thought aloud. "And an army of people who live here just to fill up all this empty space!" Mycroft looked at him in confusion. "What?" Sherlock looked down. "Oh, nothing. Just thinking."
"Mycroft! Sherlock! Come on. We can't be waiting for you all the time!"" Emma was impatient. "We need to hurry. They're waiting for us!" She started off down the hall, with Dave following close behind. Mycroft sighed and pulled his hand out of Sherlock's grip, who looked at him in confusion. "You don't want them thinking that you're weak. Trust me, they can pick you to pieces for any reason they choose."
A/N: This chapter is super short. Sorry :( I'll probably upload another today to make up for it. I don't want to be one of those authors that begs for reviews, but it would be nice.