Danger night
"No." said Mycroft before hanging up the phone. John had wanted to know if tonight was a danger night. Probably. He knew his brother would have a hard time with this no mater how much he would deny it. Mycroft wasn't sure what his brother's feelings towards Irene Adler were, but he assumed they were not purely negative. He remembered the first time he had found Sherlock in a drug den. He balled his fists, No. He would not let that happen again. He called his driver:
"Jack, please come to Bart's hospital."
"Be there in five, boss!" answered Jack.
Mycroft pondered his brother's conversation.
"No, I mean you're going to find her dead."
"That's her."
"Smoking indoors, isn't there one of those law things."
"Look at them, they all care so much."
"Do you ever think there is something wrong with us?"
There had been a look in his eyes, like a man trying to catch up with his situation. Yes, tonight was definitely a danger night.
He called his brother.
"Mycroft, what do you want?"
Myc?
"Just calling to check in, brother mine."
How are you doing?
"Don't you have agents to do that for you?"
Don't worry, I'm alright.
"Some duties, I prefer to accomplish myself."
I can't stop being worried, lock.
"Well, knock it off!"
I Know, night Myc!