You just stare at that strange man in front of you. You raise your eyebrows and ask:"Who the hell are you?"

He rolls his eyes and explains bored:"That is none of your business. I simply want to know what happens in the Sherlock Holmes life."

You stare at your shoes, your mind tries to figure out what to do. Eventually you look back at the annoying man and tell him:"Well, I should at least know the name from the guy I get my money from, shouldn't I?"

You smirk at him and he smiles back and nods before he answers:"My name's Mycroft. It was a real pleasure to meet you, Abigail Masters."

"How do you know my..." you start, but he already had left the row with bath supplies in it.

You stare blankly at the floor, you need a little time to find the rest of the things on John's list and then quickly pay for it, from the money in your shoes, before running to 221B.

With to heavy bags full of food you knock clumsily with one of your feet at the wooden door. Finally Mrs. Hudson opens the huge door, to let you in, a smile spreads across your face and you mumble your thanks. As fast as you manage, with the bags in your hands, you run up the stairs and shout for Sherlock.

There is absolutely no sound coming from him, you get somehow worries and hurry up the stairs even faster. You burst through you door, only to see Sherlock lying outstretched on the couch, you slept on the last night. "Damnit, Sherlock! Couldn't you at least answer?" you ask him. He doesn't even looks at you, he just kept starring at the ceiling. The bags in your arms get heavier, so you go into the kitchen and put the roughly on a stained table, next to a microscope. Looking back through the non-existing door, you realize that Sherlock still lies there. It looks like he didn't even noticed you in the first place. You slowly walk towards him while saying:"Sherlock. Sherlock, are you alright?"

He still doesn't react.

You get closer and closer to him until you can finally see into his eyes which are wearing a fading look. You snap your tiny finger over his eyes and suddenly he pops up from his lying position and look at you wide-eyed. You hop back, your heart stopped beating for a second and it seems like it's trying to get back the seconds it had lost. He stares at you somehow confused until you explain:"God, I thought you were dead. Don't ever do that again!"

"I was in my mind-palace", Sherlock says cold.

"What is a mind...?"you try to ask but he shuts you up with a gesture that clearly tells you that he doesn't wants to talk about it.

"Alright, whatever. I have to talk to you Sherlock"you tell with a serious look on your face. He simply nods and you start talking:" So, in the supermarket I went, there was this stranger and he told me that you are his arch-enemy or something..."

"Which one?" Sherlock interrupts lying back on the couch with his hands crossed behind his head.

You chuckle before you answer:"Ehm.. he said his name's Mycroft, you know him?"

"Yup, he's my brother" he tells you, staring back at the ceiling.

Your eyes widen in disbelieve, but then you get that Sherlock is being serious and you continue:"The Christmas dinner must be awful!" you earn a low chuckle Sherlock's and smile to your self:"Anyway he offered me money to give him information about you and your life"

"What did you say?" he sits up and looks a you with his piercing blue eyes.

"I.. erm.. I agreed." you stutter looking at the wooden floor.

"Oh", is the only sound coming from Sherlock you glance up at him and see a glimpse of disappointment in his face. You quickly add:"I thought we could all use the extra money" you give him your biggest smile and wink at him.