A Truly Angelic Gentleman
Chapter 5: Familiarizing Humans and Their Guardians
"Sir? A man is trying to get in to the crime scene. He says he's with you." Sally said behind Greg, arms folded across her chest, as was customary when Sherlock and John were at a crime scene. Greg turned around and looked out the window to see Mycroft, standing perfectly poised behind the yellow police tape and his umbrella propped against his shoulder.
"Let him in, he's with me." Sally sighed before going back and lifting up the tape, allowing Mycroft to venture into the building and up to the room. When he finally arrived, Sherlock was pacing about the room, murmuring incoherently to himself.
"Why did you call him in? You know what this is, Gregory, you don't need him to try and solve something that can't be solved with your science." Sherlock stopped and glared over at Mycroft. John looked up as well, surprised by the new voice.
"Ah, Mycroft. How nice to see you. Putting on weight again? Really shouldn't eat food from this place, extremely fattening." Sherlock sneered at his brother. Greg saw Mycroft's brow quirk in annoyance.
"Sorry, who're you?" John asked looking over at Mycroft, confusion all over his face. Mycroft held out a hand to John, who took his nervously.
"Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's elder brother." A quiet scoff could be heard from Sherlock at this.
"Sorry, but… brother? How can you… I mean, you're-" John started, but stopped himself, realizing that Greg was in the room.
"He knows." Mycroft answered before facing his brother. "Sherlock, you know what this is."
"No, there has to be a scientific-"
"There is a scientific way. Just not their scientific way." Mycroft hissed, nodding towards Greg and John.
"Sorry, what?" John asked, stepping forward, addressing the brothers. The two turned to face him.
"There's this demon thing loose and it's using a person to kill lots of people fast. Basically, we need to stop it." Greg answered before the two Holmes to bicker over who would explain.
"You mean… there are demons too!?" John exclaimed before staring wildly at Sherlock. "Why didn't you say this before!?"
The detective shrugged. "It was never significant until now." John heaved a sigh, sliding a hand over his face tiredly.
"And how do you know about… you know, all of this?" He questioned Greg. The detective inspector shrugged.
"Apparently, Mycroft's my guardian angel. Just like Sherlock's is yours." John's eyes widened, stunned by the fact that Greg knew about Sherlock.
"Have you figured out who the demon's latched itself onto yet?" Mycroft inquired.
"I have a few theories, yes. But not enough time to disprove all of them."
"Wait, what's that supposed to mean?" Greg asked, although he feared that he already knew the answer. Mycroft smiled somberly at him.
"I'm afraid so, Detective Inspector. I hope they pay you overtime."