Stupid Law 9
A/N: I apologise sincerely for my lack of updating but I have been very busy with doing sound for a production of Hamlet. I hope you like this instalment. Let me know via reviews. I really like getting them. Enjoy!
I t was several days later when the boys received a visit from Mycroft Holmes. Both John and Sherlock recognised his tread as well as the thump of his ever present umbrella. John was worried about the revenge Mycroft was surely planning but Sherlock as always seemed completely unphased as his brother entered the living room of Baker St.
"Ah Sherlock I see you have been in trouble again" he began taking his place beside the fireplace. John looked at Sherlock in surprise which Sherlock acknowledged with a wave of his hand.
"No John it was simply a misunderstanding. Lestrade, however, felt that I should be given another ASBO for it." John just gaped.
"Another ASBO Sherlock…how many do you have exactly?" John asked curious now. However, it was not Sherlock who replied but his elder brother.
"I make it five John since they have started appearing on his record. Now dear brother I think it best to keep your law breaking to a minimum for a while." With that he left leaving the boys sitting in silence.
"Sherlock was that his revenge? If it was it was pretty lame…" John laughed but Sherlock stared at him intently.
"Yes John it was indeed my brother's doing but it is worse than you perceive it to be. Once someone has five ASBOs in their name they have a curfew of eight o' clock at night." At first John refused to believe his flat mate but Sherlock pulled out his laptop and revealed the ridiculous truth. John slowly began to realise the problems which they would now have. Sherlock would be restricted to doing his research/chasing/fighting of criminals during the day.
"Why do you think I let you get the ASBO for the spray paint John? I wasn't being mean or horrible I was saving myself the hassle of appealing it. Unfortunately now after this little game I will come up against the barrier of Mycroft who will not let this be wiped from my record any time soon." John had to hold back a giggle but he was caught and Sherlock gave him the most repulsed stare John had ever seen.
The pair sat in silence for the rest of the evening: Sherlock slaving over another chemical experiment while John read a book on the value of brainpower. It was almost nine o clock when Sherlock's phone buzzed on the table. He ignored it so John went over and read his text. It was from Lestrade:
Murder in Brixton. Will you come?
John couldn't help but handing the phone to Sherlock just to see his reaction. It was slightly unexpected when it came.
"Well John I guess that you will have to handle this one on your own" was all he said before returning to his work.
"What that's it? No great speech or plan to escape from Baker St. to annoy your brother?" Sherlock remain fixed to his experiment and so John left him to it. There was something weird going on but John shrugged it off. He wasn't going to become involved in any more sibling feuds between the Holmes brothers. Not with the outcomes of the law breaking one. Mycroft's last move was truly the worst. Not because it meant his brother had an official permanent record…he wouldn't care about that at all; but it was because John would now be forced to live with a very bored Sherlock every single night of the week with no escape (being currently single).
As John took the cab to the crime scene he cursed Mycroft using some choice language. This was the one punishment that John would not be able to forgive him for. John found himself thinking up a revenge plot of his own and this time Mycroft would regret his decision to lock Sherlock up in Baker St.
Sherlock looked up from his experiment after John left. This game between himself and his brother were getting interesting. He was enjoying it immensely and it was back to his turn now. His next move would be innovative and would take a few days to organise. It would be worth it though and he once again returned to the experiment in front of him smiling gently to himself.