Michael Holmes: Secret Son of Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 2: Return of Sherlock Holmes

A prisoner was chained and being hit by another man, the interrogator. The prisoner's hair was left messy and untidied, and there were scars all over his body. 

The interrogator suddenly leaves after the prisoner talked to him and managed to convince him- and it turns out that the prisoner was actually Sherlock Holmes.

Another Serbian soldier was sitting in a corner, and eventually stood up after he made sure that the interrogator is out of sight. He finally came out of his masterful disguise- and revealed himself to be Sherlock's brother, Mycroft Holmes.

He slowly walked to his little brother and releases him.

"You have no idea the trouble it took to find you." Mycroft stopped using his Serbian accent. "Now listen to me. There's an underground terrorist network active in London and a massive attack is imminent. Sorry, but the holiday is over, brother dear"

Mycroft straightens up. "Back to Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes." As he said this, Sherlock smiled in delight.

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In an office, Mycroft sat on a chair, reading a newspaper about the "Skeleton Mystery". After cleaning himself up, Sherlock wore his suit in front of a mirror.

"I need you to give this matter your full attention, Sherlock. Is that quite clear?" Mycroft looked at Sherlock seriously.

"What do you think of this shirt?" Sherlock purposely agitated his brother. 

It's really easy to make Mycroft annoyed. Sherlock laughed as he saw Mycroft getting angrier by the second.

"Okay, I will find your underground terror cell, Mycroft." Sherlock finally stopped laughing and agreed.

"So, what about John Watson?" he looked up and asked his brother. Sherlock was wondering what he had missed in the last two years he had been gone.

"John?"

Sherlock nodded. "Have you seen him?"

"Oh, yes." he replied sarcastically.  "We meet up every Friday for Fish & Chips. I've kept a weather eye on him, of course. You haven't been in touch at all...to prepare him?"

"No." Sherlock opened John Watson's file and saw a black and white picture of John.

Sherlock put on a disgusted face when he saw John's beard. "Oh, we'll have to get rid of that." 

"We?"

"He looks ancient, I can't be seen wandering around with an old man." Sherlock said. "I think I'll surprise him. He'll be delighted."

"Think so?" Mycroft glanced at his brother.

"I'll just pop into Baker Street" Sherlock said, thinking of how to make his grand entrance after two long years. "Who knows, jump out of a cake."

"Baker Street?" He said. "He isn't there anymore. Why would he be? It's been TWO years. He has already got on with his life."

"What life? I've been away." Sherlock sounded a bit disappointed to hear this. "Where's he going to be tonight?"

"How would I know?"

"YOU ALWAYS KNOW!" Sherlock hissed.

Mycroft sighed. "He has a dinner reservation in the Marylebone Road. Nice little spot. They have a few bottles of the 2000 Saint Emilion... although I prefer the 2001.'

"I think maybe I'll just drop by." Sherlock said, looking thoughtfully. 

"You know, it is just possible that you won't be welcome."

"No, it isn't." Sherlock said. "Now, where is it?"

Mycroft got out from his chair. "Where's what?"

"You know what." Sherlock walked towards the door as the assistant opens it. "Welcome back, Sherlock Holmes."

"Thank you..." he smiled. Then he turned to look at his brother. "... blud."