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You followed Sherlock through the streets of London all the while believing the strange looks in your direction were due to Sherlock, as you had not realised that you still wore your scrubs. He paid you no attention just occasionally looking over his shoulder to check you were still there, you found yourself running to match his light jog. All of a sudden Sherlock stopped and you managed to do the same just in time in order to prevent yourself bumping into him. Turning to see why you had stopped you caught sight of Sherlock’s eyes narrowing as they fell upon a black, expensive looking car. The door opened and Sherlock walked towards it leaving you standing on the pavement looking slightly confused. Just before entering the car he turned and looked back at you.

“Keep up (Name). Get in the car.” With that he ducked his head and entered the vehicle.
Shrugging your shoulders you followed him, hoping he knew what he was doing. All ready inside the car was a young woman who was fixated on her phone. The journey seemed to take an age as the three of you sat in silence. You thought about how easily Sherlock had deduced you and with little consideration for your feelings. He had read you like an open book yet you knew nothing of him, it gave him an air of superiority which you did not like.

Once the car stopped Sherlock all but pushed you out of the door. The gravel path you were standing on led to an impressive house, old in age but defiantly well cared for. As you marvelled at the house and its surrounding grounds a familiar hand encircled your wrist and pulled you along. Inside the house was tastefully furnished reflecting the tastes of a well-educated and highly paid man. This left you wondering who on earth were you here to see and how they knew Sherlock. The grip on your wrist never let up, as if Sherlock knew you would get side-tracked. Eventually he let go and your eyes came to rest on an auburn haired man who was seated on a sofa holding what seemed to be a glass of whiskey. He was impeccably dressed wearing a suit, shirt, tie and you caught a glimpse of a waistcoat.

“Sherlock.”

“Mycroft.”

“Leave this case alone. It’s already being dealt with by the government.”

Sherlock scowled “Trying to cover something up brother?”

“That’s enough.” Mycroft punctuated the statement by standing.

Neither of the men seemed to notice your presence as they glared at the other. Sherlock dropped his gaze first turning towards you and motioning towards the door. You made to follow him but a hand gently clasped your upper arm causing you to turn finding yourself face to face with Mycroft. He offered you his suit jacket which you gladly took and offered him a small smile which was returned. Pulling on the warm and oversized jacket you left and slipped into the waiting car.