As we were driven home, no conversation was made as Sherlock was on his phone once again, John was staring aimlessly out the window and I was listening to music. Once Sherlock had payed the cabbie, we entered the flat. I threw myself into the sofa and watched some TV. A couple of hours later Mycroft strode in the room, head held high.
"Hello brother mine, John, Alexander" Mycroft had a habit of calling me Alexander as he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that full name was Zander and that that was not short for Alexander. I also think it was because he thought Alexander sounded more formal as he had a dislike for "improper" names.
"Hello Mycroft. What are you going to bore me with today?" moaned Sherlock.
"Nothing, you'll be pleased to hear. I've just come to see how you're getting on with your . . . little case." Mycroft replied with a tone of disgust.
"How did you know that? The case isn't even in the news yet!" questioned John.
"I know everything Dr Watson. There is no privacy in this world and there are no secrets." he replied ominously.
"Nope, he just asked Lestrade." bluntly mumbled Sherlock from his chair. Mycroft scowled.
" Well I don't see any use in staying here, I'll be off then. Enjoy your evening gents…"
"Not so fast, Mycroft. I think you're forgetting something, or rather, somone." Sherlock retorted. Mycroft raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Can you take Zand tonight? We're not taking him out on this case because he's an easy target." informed John.
"WHAT??? I hope you're joking! No way am I missing out on this case and no way am I being baby-sat by Mycroft! I'm almost 14! I can definitely look after myself!" I protested.
"No, we've already made our decision." apoligised John.
"Laters kid! And whatever you do, please try not to kill him." Sherlock mentioned.
"Do you mean me or him?" asked Mycroft.
"Both of you!" John laughed.
"Come along then, cretin" Mycroft sighed.
I waved goodbye to my dads and followed Mycroft down the stairs and into his car.
"So errrrr… how's … life?" attempted Mycroft.
"It's ummmm yeah life's … good." I replied. That was the end of the conversation. The rest of the journey remained in silence.
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The Crimson Woman
AkcjaA few days before Halloween, a man has been found in an alleyway with two puncture wounds in his neck. He had been drained of all his blood. Locals suspect a vampire but surely that can't be true, or can it? Sherlock, John and Zander try to hunt dow...
