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The Nails Of Terror (Chapter 13)

09:45, Tuesday: 221B Baker Street

I wake up to the smell of smoke and as I open my eyes Sherlock is smoking and my head is on his chest.

"Morning!" He greets me in a surprisingly cheery voice.

"Umm…" I look down to the way of the duvet that's on us. "Did we do what I think we did last night?"

"Yep!" He answers as he lets out a big breath of smoke from his lungs.

"Oh well!" I sit up on the side of the bed. "What's done is done! We can't really do anything about it… Want coffee?" I get up, grab my knickers from the floor and Sherlock's shirt from next to it and I put them on.

"Well, yes I'd like some…" He answers as he stands up and grabs his robe from his wardrobe.

I stand next to the bed, he walks up to me and give me a kiss. I rush out of the room, he rushes after me. I put the kettle on and Sherlock walks up to me from the back and grabs my hips, turns me around and starts to kiss me.

Someone clears his throat behind Sherlock. He turns around and finds Mycroft in his chair…

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything!" He grins.

"How did you get in here?" I ask in a quite embarrassed voice as I do two more buttons up on the shirt that I'm wearing.

"Well, Sherlock gave me a copy of the keys when he moved in here…" His grin gets even wider.

"Oh, that's great!" I say as I do a cup of coffee for myself and sit down in John's armchair right to the opposite side of where Mycroft was sitting. "And… Why are you here?"

"Why, to have a look around the crime scene, of course! But I thought I'd let Sherlock know before I go there and since no one was awake when I arrived I help myself to cup of tea! Oh and I've heard some, umm… How should I put this? Interesting noises from the way of his room…. I thought Sherlock has one of his hookers over again…"

"Thank you, Brother!" Sherlock shouts over his right shoulder from the kitchen.

'Oh… That sarcasm is always in his voice… Oh, how I love that man!' I stare at Sherlock for a second too long and Mycroft turns to me.

"So, how was last night's dinner?" He asks and I turn myself to his way.

"Well, it was phenomenal… But I enjoyed the bit that came after that more…" I look at Sherlock and he knows exactly what I mean… "But I think that the handcuffs were a bit too much…"

Mycroft clears throat in a bit embarrassed way. "I don't think I've heard something right… Did you say 'handcuffs'?

"Yep, she did!" Sherlock turns to our way with a big steaming cup of coffee.

I finish my coffee and then I stand up. "I go and get ready, because we want to go to the crime scene, I suppose."

"Yes we are…" Sherlock answers as he commands Mycroft out of his armchair. "Thank you!" He throws himself into his armchair.

They fell silent until I walked into the bedroom they thought I can't hear anything from there… Well I can hear everything crystal clear.

"You, lucky little brother of mine!" Mycroft exclaims.

"What do you mean?" Sherlock asks as he takes a sip from his coffee.

"Well, you know exactly what I mean!"

"Well, if it's about Shara and I, than I still don't get what do you mean…"

"I am talking about you and her… But handcuffs? Are you joking? What did you use handcuffs for? Oh, and don't tell me you used it to catch a criminal, because I'm quite sure that wasn't the thing that Shara was enjoying last night!"

"Well…" Sherlock puts his cup down; I can hear it even from the room. "I used it on her last night."

"Oh, dear God, Sherlock! Did you handcuff her to your bed?"

"She enjoyed it." Sherlock states in that ever-so-calm voice of his.

Mycroft says nothing and I walk out of the bedroom, now dressed and my hair and makeup are done too.

"Breakfast?" I ask like I didn't hear any part of their conversation.

"We'll stop at somewhere on the way to the crime scene. Of course only when Sherlock gets ready!" Mycroft states in a bit annoyed voice now.

"Well, Sherlock…" I sit down to the sofa next to Sherlock's armchair to put my shoes on.

"Ok, I'm going!" He leaves his cup on the coffee table. It's still half full.

"So did you hear anything?" Mycroft asks without even a glance at me.

"Cristal clear!" I answer as I stand up and smooth out the crinkles on my skirt and on my shirt.

"So how was last night?"

"It was great!" I answer as I sit back down.

"I don't mean the dinner… I mean the part of the night that you've been spending with Sherlock." He asks as he leans a bit closer to me so that Sherlock can't really hear anything of our conversation from inside of his room.

"Well it was…" I pause for a moment. "… Ok."

"Ok?"

"Yes, it was ok… And dear God how much energy that man has!" I say in a voice that shows that I was really enjoying the night with Sherlock… I don't know why, but I'm feeling like I want to make Mycroft even more jealous that Sherlock was with me not him.

11:20, same day: Brick lane, The Crime Scene

We got a lift from Mycroft's driver in his car and when we got there Sherlock and Mycroft immediately got into action.

"Well, half of the flat is been blow off…" Mycroft states as he stands in the middle of the crime scene. It was still sealed with the black-yellow police tape. There are still a couple of police cars parked in the street.

"Well, that's kind of what we all can see!" …