Sherlock and John hopped out of the cab and Sherlock strode off, John trailing after him as he never knew his way to Mycroft's, Sherlock changing the way they came every time so John could never remember and get it forced out of him if he got kidnapped and tortured for information on Mycroft's whereabouts by being force fed his own jumpers by some ill-witted minor criminal while Sherlock was out of town or on a roof or somewhere where John was not.

Okay, yes, Sherlock was a little overprotective, but John didn't mind.

"Ah good Lestrade, we came to the same place then after all."

Lestrade turned around to see Sherlock, and John then appearing from behind him looking angry but also calm in the way only John Watson seemed to be able to do.

"John, I am so, so sorry for hitting you. I didn't realise, with the clone, and everything…"

"Oh, you've found out about my other self then? Okay. Wait, how?"

Lestrade gulped, feeling he shouldn't give away any of the plan he seemed to have joined Moriarty in.

"I finally paid attention to how Sherlock deducts. It just took me a while. The other you is left handed."

That was a total bluff, but John seemed to buy it. Sherlock didn't, and looked pointedly at Lestrade as he tried to deduce but failed due to the severe oddity of it.

"Right, now shall we go in and catch Mycroft shagging me on the sofa?" John asked rather chirpily, clapping his hands.

"Don't remind me!" Lestrade groaned, yet still followed John in.

"Lestrade." Sherlock barked, grabbing hold of the neck of Lestrade's shirt and stopping him from following John. "What is Moriarty making you do?"

Crap. Now Sherlock knew Moriarty was involved, he may as well just tell him the whole story because it would all come out in the next four minutes of something ludicrous like that. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth to expose it all before John rushed back out.

"I don't think we should go in."

"Don't be stupid John; of course we should go in. Disturbing Mycroft is the least dull thing I'll do all day."

John shook his head, holding his hands up in protest. "You go ahead, but he's powerful enough anyway, I'm not sure I can be not scared around him when he's yelling like that."

Sure enough, as if a demonstration of Mycroft's anger was needed, they heard something smash. Glass. A mirror, Sherlock told them, before he raced in.

This is really awful, I'm sorry. I wrote it last night, then read it through and decided there was absolutely no way I could post it.

Then today I read through it again and edited it and I'm offering it up as permission for the shit to be ripped out of me.

On a better note, I've started a new fic, Fernando Sunburn, about Sherlock and John on Take Me Out... It's meant to be quite good, and I'd love it if you checked it out.

I swear the next update on this will be better, and faster too.

I have been relatively busy though. I will have updated this at least once by the 28th, that's a promise.