Heeeeeyyyyyyy, everybody! So, I know I didn't update last week, mainly because I was lazy. *shrugs* But, I'm back! And have a brand new chapter to share with you. Ready? Let's go!
Warning: Short chapter ahead.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Mycroft?"
"Yes, Kailey, what is it?"
"I . . . well . . . never mind. I don't know why I called."
"It's quite all right Kailey. Goodbye." Mycroft set the phone back in its cradle and turned to look out the window.
It was snowing again. 256 snowflakes per second, if he wasn't mistaken, only to land on top of one another and form hydrogen bonds. And no two snowflakes were exactly alike. It boggled the mind, really.
He wondered if he should be concerned for Kailey's safety. His brother would obviously keep her safe, but to what degree? She couldn't take care of herself like John could. Maybe he should take matters into his own hands . . .
Anthea's voice came over the phone's intercom. "He's here Mr. Holmes."
"Thank you Anthea," he said, even though she couldn't hear him. He turned, stood up, and the door opened.
"Prime minister. Good to see you . . ."
See, I told you it was short. Maybe you could right a long review to make up for it *wink wink nudge nudge*