Two - BelinasEgg
Sherlock looked distinctly uninterested about the revelation that his brother had gone missing.
"You think so?" he asked languidly, slipping the phone back into his pocket.
"Yes! Doesn't that bother you?"
"Not in the slightest. I can't imagine anybody actually wanting to kidnap Mycroft, and if they did, well they've certainly let themselves in for a nightmare. They'll be begging to give him back in a few hours."
John frowned, trying to get some sign that Sherlock was actually slightly concerned about Mycroft. The marble, stony features said not.
"He could be dead."
"You have little faith John. Mycroft is far too annoying to allow himself to be killed."
John scowled at him for a moment. He would admit, he'd never been overly fond of Mycroft. But...
"Do you have any idea who could have taken him?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes, scooping up his violin, and pulling several squeaks from it, before running the bow along his neck absently.
"Just because Mycroft wasn't at his office, or his club, it doesn't mean some loon has decided to kidnap him. Relax, John." he said.
John stared at him for a moment, then dumped the huge bundle of files on the table with a bang.
"Fine." he snapped, stomping out of the room.
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