*Author's note: A big thank you to my new beta, Book girl fan!
Chapter Six: Delays
It was dark by now, and Sherlock was annoyed, though he didn't show it. The plane that was supposed to deposit him (anonymously) on the other side of the channel had developed an engine problem, meaning that the one day head-start on Mycroft's schedule was now besides the point. He had somewhere to be, but no way to get there until the part could be brought in.
A scowl broke onto his face as he looked down at the screen of his (actual, original, registered-to-Sherlock-Holmes) phone to read the text again.
'John has been called to Scotland Yard on a case and is now working with them. Suggest you hurry. MH'
"Well I would," Sherlock growled, glaring at the unmoving machinery, "if this flying contraption from who-knows-where would get off the ground..."
Mycroft's phone chimed, and he read his newest message. The slightest trace of a frown briefly darkened his features.
'My transportation has been delayed. Can't make it until tomorrow. SH'
As much as Mycroft wouldn't admit it, he had hoped Sherlock would hurry home immediately so that they could be that much closer to the conclusion. John was better at spotting the facts than most, but he was no Sherlock Holmes, as much as he was needed.
Then there was the fact that John's case was suspiciously familiar.
'Understood. Leave the moment your issue has been concluded. You are needed here immediately. MH'
Mycroft pressed the send button.