"Why are you here?" Sherlock asked sharply, removing his scarf in the most angry way he could manage.
"You know why, Brother Mine," Mycroft drawled, turning slowly from the window. "That promise you made Mummy at Christmas? I've been sent here to," he smacked his lips, enjoying the aggravation mounting on his brother's features, "enforce it."
"Really, Mycroft. Video surveillance isn't enough anymore? Now you're policing my… well…"
"Dating life, dear brother. In a word: yes. I understand that this is not exactly your area, so I've taken the liberty of creating an online profile for you…"
"Internet dating! You must be joking."
"I assure you, this is no joke. You'll find the correct page open on your laptop. The password is 'sociopath' – thought you'd appreciate that. Now I really must be going…" his voice carried up the stairwell he'd already begun descending.
"Internet dating," Sherlock grumbled to himself, flopping down on the sofa and turning his back to the room. "Preposterous."
Several minutes passed, in which he was most certainly not considering the potential merits of Mycroft's idea, when he sat up suddenly and snatched his computer off the desk. I suppose it would be an interesting way to entertain myself… the deductions, of course, not the… other bit.
Jan 18: Inbox (1)
Hey there. I read your profile and you seem interesting. Not like the other people on here, or the ones I usually meet out. I mean, I usually meet women out… ok, well I guess I've only met women out before, but… I hope that's not important? Anyway. I'm also living in London at the moment, though I'm looking for a new flat, probably with a roommate. I'm looking for work in the city now – I'm a doctor, just back from the army – but in the mean time, an army pension can only stretch so far. To be honest, I'm not really sure how this is supposed to work so… tell me something about yourself? Something not in your profile?
John
