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"Seriously?" Mycroft exited the car, dragging his younger brother along. "Did her highness pass you through Parliament too?"
"If she didn't, I wouldn't be here." Sherrinford grinned before taking both of his brothers' hands. Mycroft's left and Sherlock's right, to be exact.
The chauffer opened the trunk and unlocked the other doors, and the other slowly filed out.
Sherlock himself was twitching because he was around the two people he disliked most in the world. You guessed it: Mycroft and Sherrinford.
The three Yarders reached for their guns, they were told that the eldest Holmes brother wasn't clean, but the realized they were missing. Mycroft must have confiscated them when they were kidnapped.
"We're going to have so much fun!" Sherrinford tried to drag his brothers away, but they managed to resist his immense strength.
"Why are you here?" Mycroft asked.
"Um..." the eldest thought for a moment. "Don't know; I deleted that."
"Seriously?" John whispered.
Leave it to a Holmes to delete what's important.
"Did it have something to do with Mummy?" Mycroft pushed.
"Maybe,"
Sherrinford pulled again, and this time the younger Holmes brothers were in fact dragged into the house.
The Yarders looked at each other; they had no choice but to follow. When they finally caught up with them, Sherrinford was spilling his guts about how much he missed his brothers. Already.
With a lot of touchy feely stuff.
"Who in the right mind would miss the Freak?" Donovan mumbled.
"No idea," Anderson whispered back.
"Anyway," Mycroft literally pushed Sherrinford out the window.
Sherlock watched him fall, mumbling to himself. "Suspected punctured lung..." then he burst out into laughter.
He got many odd looks.
"This is how it's going to work." the middle Holmes brother brought out a map of his house.
"It seems like they are all freaks in different ways..." Donovan narrowed her eyes.
"Sherlock and Sherrinford will get their old rooms, since I don't believe anyone else in the right mind would want to use them..." he checked off two rooms. "Mary and John's room will be on the second floor, third door to the right of the staircase," he checked that one off. "Lestrade's is on the first floor, last room down the left hallway. Molly's is on the third floor, the door directly across the hall from the staircase. Donovan's is the third room on the first floor in the right hallway. Anderson's is on the third floor, two doors to the right." Mycroft checked them off as he went on. "In those rooms, you should find clothes that fit and are to your liking, since I contacted someone as soon as I heard that this unfortunate occurance would happen."
"Did you touch any of my stuff?" Sherlock's eyes went to his brother.
"No,"
"If any of my experiments are messed up..." he disappeared.
Let's just say some of the Yarder's were creeped out.
"...Anyway," Mycroft said after a moment. "I'll give all of you the chance to check out your rooms and try to get their locations into your silly little heads before I give you some more information."
That made them scowl.
Molly literally collapsed onto her bed as soon as she got into her room. She didn't even look at the room, and, since she had been working in the morgue all day before getting kidnapped, she was drop-dead exhausted.
John and Mary admired their room when they got there. It was rather spacious, and it had red walls and a bed covered in a red of a darker shade. Also, there was a little cradle on one side of the room.
"How did he know?" Mary looked startled.
John only groaned. "He has his ways; I'm going to call Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock probably won't call her, and she'll worry about where he is." he picked up his phone and dialed.
Lestrade's room had light gray walls with white sheets. There was a desk in one corner stacked with different folders, and, as he looked through them, he realized that they were full of cases that needed to be solved.
"I'll have to keep this from Sherlock," he said to himself as he stashed it in one of the drawers.
His bed was of a dark gray color, and light shown down on everything from an open window. Yet, he failed to notice the book called How to Solve a Case Successfully by his bed.
Anderson's room had navy walls and a matching bed. There was a bookshelf on the right side of the room, if your perspective was from the door, which had many textbooks on it.
"Maybe Mycroft doesn't think I'm as idiotic as Sherlock does!" he said to himself as he walked over to look at what was on the shelf.
He was proven wrong as he read the titles on the books.
Kindergarten Core Knowledge
The Alphabet
Counting to 100
The Colors
This one annoyed him the most:
How to Solve a Case Successfully
"The Holmes hate me," he decided when he noticed a note on his pillow.
Hopefully this will increase your I.Q.
-MH
Donovan's room had lavender walls with a dark purple bedspread. There was a trunk at the foot of the bed, and when she opened it, she discovered many...toys.
There was also a note on her pillow.
Please refrain from calling my beloved younger brother a freak.
The worst you could do would last only a week; the worst I could do could impact your possible grandchildren's lives.
Use your head for once and stop it.
-MH
She quickly put the note down, swallowing. What could Mycroft do to impact her possible grandchildren's lives?
No, never mind, she didn't even want to know.
On her way out, she stumbled across a book. It read:
How to Solve a Case Successfully
Today was just not her day.
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