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As she composed herself she readied her responses to the barrage of questions Mycroft was sure to throw at her. She doubted he would ask again how she did what she did to those terrorists. He seemed to have finally accepted what she could do at face value. No more than likely he would ask about the drugs because she was fairly certain that he had people watching his brother and they more than likely reported what John had accused her of earlier. She leaned towards the mirror and began reapplying her make-up so it matched her earlier look.
Sherlock was sure to notice if it changed drastically so she stuck to what she could remember putting on earlier, which was her normal she did so she formulated the best responses to why she had even obtained the drugs in the first place. By the time she was done she not only had a very measured and strategic response to whatever queries he made concerning the drugs but a plan to notify Mycroft just what his brother Sherlock was opening himself up to. Perhaps between the two of them they could keep the man from getting himself killed.
Meanwhile across town Sherlock and John were climbing out of a cab in front of the had taken him quite a bit of misdirection just to get Dimmock to focus elsewhere so they could follow this lead themselves. Though that did not stop sherlock from looking around before climbing the stairs to the door. Odd he had this breif bit of disappointment that El wasn't here for some reason, even though he knew that she was busy. " I know that frown what is wrong?" said John sherlock shook his head as if denying something." that is irrational, she has only been gone for a few minutes" said sherlock
"huh? What are you going on about mate?" said John Then for some reason sherlock shook his head as if to clear it and entered the museum. Sherlock talked to the lady manning the information desk and the woman pointed him in the direction of the asian artifacts wing. John once again had to run to catch up to sherlock's longer strides. John was too engrossed in his own thoughts to truly pay sherlock any heed because he was still wondering about his strange behavior outside. The man had always been a bit bizare but this was downright weird, sherlock was almost acting like he had gown attached to el.
She calmly walked down the huge staircase and looked around for mycroft. She was more than ready to head for home. Of course that meant dealing with another insufferable Holmes. "very good you look nearly identical to how you looked earlier"said mycroft I nodded in acknowledgement. He paused as if weighing his words and I knew my earlier assessment had been spot on."what made you get the drugs?"said mycroft I shrugged ever so slightly." I was playing a part, I didn't know about his history" I said mycroft frowned at my response.