Missing scene from A Brother Noble.
"Thank you, Tavish. You've been most helpful," I said, shaking the Scotsman's hand and bidding him farewell.
I would be glad to get back to London – Whitehall was most distressed by my absence.
I entered the suite's sitting room and saw that the bedroom door was ajar, Sherlock and the Doctor nowhere to be seen. I walked over to the door and halted, listening to an odd conversation.
"It's not a good idea – your ribs aren't healed yet."
"You're just scared I'll beat you, Holmes."
"I? Even with a bad leg I could still beat you any day!"
"Could not."
"I certainly could!"
"Prove it!"
Then suddenly I heard a soft thud and a muffled cry followed by another.
I threw the door open worriedly and stepped in, intent upon stopping my idiot brother and his friend from whatever strain they were intent upon performing so soon after their injuries.
Suddenly there was a blur as my brother ducked behind me as a shield and I was hit in the face with something soft and fluffy.
"Oomph – what the –"
I batted the object away from my face, scowling at the Doctor who was trying, unsuccessfully, to look innocent. I heard my brother snicker behind me, and I rolled my eyes.
"Honestly, Sherlock. A pillow fight? How old are you both?"