Hi!1 Sorry for not having updated in a few days; things got a little busy. I'll soon be back to my chunk-updates.
Mike knows something only Mycroft knows.
Excuse
It was raining.
John peered out Bean There's front window into the murky evening.
He had no umbrella (his broken one's spokes looked like a tumbleweed) and it was a twenty minute walk back to the flat.
Lightning flashed and the downpour became even more torrential. John frowned. "Mike?" he called. "Got an extra umbrella?"
"Nope." Mike poked his head out from behind the counter. "Call Sherlock. He'd be happy to bring you one."
"I don't want to call him out in the weather."
"Don't worry about it. Besides- it's an excuse to see you. He won't refuse," Mike chuckled.
Prompt was #92: tumbleweed