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The Nails Of Terror (Chapter 14)

11:25, Tuesday: Brick Lane, The Crime Scene

"Well, always start with the most obvious things!" Mycroft states.

"Oh, just get on with it!" Sherlock bursts out.

"Oi!" Mycroft turns to him. "I thought you were the one that wanted me to have a look around your crime scene!"

Sherlock is not saying anything... He just turns on his heels and runs out to downstairs, but before he could even reach the stairs he runs into Lestrade. He's quite furious...

"I know you want to help, but you can't just bring anyone to the crime scenes without asking for my permissions!"

"Well, he's only going to take a couple ofminutes..."

"Oh, wait! Isn't that... Mycroft?"

"Yep..."Sherlock answers with a bored voice. He's bored of Mycroft and the fact that he's always going to be the little brother of someone big, well in everyone else's eyes he was big, Mycroft, but not in his 'Little Brother's' eyes... In his eyes he's always going to be the more annoying one, the one that's always been the favourite of everyone...

"But how...?"

"Lestrade... He's my brother..."Sherlock answers in an annoyed a voice.

"Oh yeah of course! Sorry, it's just hard to believe that two people that are so different are from the same parents..."

"Well,we're not twins... There is seven years between us; he's the older one..."

Lestrade chuckles. "Well, he definitely is the more mature one out of the two of you!"

"Thanks for that!"And Sherlock rushes down the stairs.

"So what can you see?"I walk up to Mycroft as he walks all around the flat.

"Every single little corner of the house is spotless!The fridge is full, the sink is clear there is not a dirty or clean dish in the dishwasher, the curtains are open everywhere, the carpet is spotless, the pictures on the walls are all in line with each other, everywhere! The thing is that everything isand iis spotless and in exact orders... Someone had been taking care of this place, but no one had ever seen a person coming in or going out of this apartment until this morning..."

"But how do you know all this?"I and in a surprised voice.

"Well, I'm one of the very few people that are getting the news from first hand..."He turns his head to me over his left shoulder from one of the pictures.

"What do you do for living?"

"I fill in a respected part in The British Government... The Queen is a close friend of mine!"Mycroft answers with a chuckle.

I chuckle too. "I don't get Sherlock.."Mycroft turns to me with his body too.

"What do you mean?"He asks in an interested voice.

"Don't get me wrong, because I really love to work with him, but he always says that you're not a nice person... That you want to lead everyone and that you're bossy and that you never care about anyone..."

"Well, that's not new... He always have showed strong feelings for me... You know how it goes with brothers and sisters... Don't you?"

"No not rreally... I'm an only child..."I say as I shoot my head down.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, because you're an only child...""He walks closer to me and lifts my chin up with his right index finger. "There's nothing bad about it!"

He moves his head closer to mine, I try to move backwards, but he puts his hands on my hips and keeps me in place with his grip, but as Sherlock walks in he lets me go.

'Oh, thank God! Saved by Sherlock!I hope he didn't see what just happened...'

"Um... I think I've told you something last night, Mycroft..."He points at Mycroft as he slowly walks closer to him.

"Yes, you did say something about..."

"Don't try to stir this conversation into another direction!"Sherlock bursts out.

"OK, then! Don't have to bite my head off!"

"You..."Sherlock murmurs the last couple of words of that sentence. He grabs Mycroft's collar and pushes him up against the nearest wall.

"I told you last night, that if you touch her one more time, I will beat out the sh..."

"Sherlock..."I stop him before he could say the word.

"Sorry Shara... I will be at the out of you!"

"That's better!"I say just standing on the side. I don't know why, but I just don't want to save Mycroft's butt. It somehow feels right just to stand there and watch.

"And yet, here we are again! You'll be sorry you messed with my partner!"

"Oh she's only your partner now is she? In the morning you were telling me how great was last night night with her!"

Sherlock tightens his grip even more around Mycroft's collar. His head is turning red.

"Sherlock!" I shout at him as I try to take his hands of his collar.

"Ok, fine! I'll let go."

I step back a bit and Sherlock lets go of Mycroft, turns around but in the same minute he turns back and he strikes down on him. Mycroft falls on the floor and his nose starts to bleed. He drifts into unconsciousness. I kneel next to him and I slowly place my left arm under his neck and I rummage through the my hand bag to find a tissue. I put in under his nose to collect the blood that's running out of his nose.

"What's this good for, Sherlock?" I ask from Sherlock who is now standing in the front door of the flat.

"He was trying to kiss you." He says in his calm voice as he's turning to me.

"And what? What if I wanted to kiss him?"

And at this point he gives an angry sight and rushes downstairs straight into a cab…

'I'm an idiot! Why did I say that? But he nearly broke Mycroft's nose… Anyway I'll wait here until Mycroft wakes up… He's so cute when he's unconscious… Just like his Little Brother…'