Mycroft steals glances at Sherlock and John, a gleam in his eye. "Oh, I interrupted something." Yes, thanks to God. "No, you didn't." Sherlock mutters, deadpanned. "It wasn't a question, Sherlock." Mycroft makes his way over to the mantel, making an exasperated face when his spots the skull.
Sherlock is at an impasse. Grateful for being saved from having to admit anything to Watson and pissed at Mycroft for coexisting on the same planet. "Can you not get one of your government pets to do it?" Mycroft's brow twitches half an inch before he regaining full composure. Mycroft, my you're getting slow. Sherlock smirks. "Dear brother, do act your age. I wouldn't be here if it was not important." Mycroft utters with a stale expression. "This better be at least an eight." Sherlock warns before walking over and flopping into his designated arm chairs. Mycroft rolls his eyes, wondering why it was he who is has to be stuck with him as a brother.
"We have reason to believe that one of our own is about to, if not already, betray our country. This task requires more… leg work, so to speak." Sherlock remains still like a statue. John shakes his head, slightly amused by the brothers Holmes. "Don't behave like this now. Our national security may be at stake." Sherlock nods and leans back further into the chair. "As opposed to last month or 5months before that?" Mycroft stiffens and clenches the handle of his umbrella. "Only twice in the past year, isn't that often, Sherlock." Sherlock's eyebrows rise with a small mischiefs grin. "This being the third, I'd say it's pushing it."
John's eyes widen, you can only push the "Ice Man" so far. Sherlock knows his brother's limits, so why toy with them until he's on edge? "Sherlock, this is not an optional assignment. Get this done; both the American and the British government would be in your debt." This triggered a spark of curiosity in Sherlock. "I've left the details here for you." Mycroft leaves no room for argument. As he exits the door, he turns quickly. "Good day, Sherlock. John." He nods and gives Sherlock a look that John hasn't seen before. Obviously, Sherlock has though from his reaction. "Mycroft not now, in fact, not ever." And with a quick close of the door, it's over.
Sherlock turns his vision back to John. "We should probably get to work then." John nods with a glaring squint. "Sherlock, after this case, we're finishing that talk." Sherlock swallows nervously, heading over to the mantel where Mycroft left a manila folder of the case details. "Of course, John, why wouldn't we." This better be quite the case.
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