"I'm home, Sherly." I called as I walked back in. "Anything interesting happen while I left? I was so bored shopping. Why did I have to do it? Where is John? Is he on another date?"
"Stop complaining." Sherlock demanded.
I frowned at him as I happened upon him. "Where is Mycroft?"
"Hello, ______." His voice came from behind me.
I shrugged as I walked into the kitchen. "No answer necessary then." No, Mycroft was not there when I left. How did I know? The door knocker. Again. Why does he always straighten it? I could figure it out if I actually cared.
"We were just having a friendly conversation." Mycroft stated as I swiftly put the groceries away.
I chuckled. "Friendly? When are you ever friendly with each other?" I demanded as I returned to the sitting room in the flat. I sat and smirked at them. "Is there a case? Is it interesting? Hmmm. No. What are you here for? Don't be boring, you know how I detest the boring."
"Did you know that Sherlock originally wanted to be a pirate?" Mycroft asked in an attempt to hold my interest.
I raised an eyebrow and grinned at Sherlock. "Really? A pirate?"
"Pilot, I said pilot!" Sherlock glowered.
I chuckled. "I think you might be lying."
"Oh yes." Mycroft stated, flashing that Holme's smirk. "He owned several eye-patches."
"What about a cutlass?" I demanded, staring at Sherlock, amusement obvious in my eyes.
He smirked slightly. "I still have it."
I stood up dramatically and pointed at Sherlock. "Ah-ha! You admit it! Where is it? I will find it." With that, I wandered off to tear through the flat, leaving the two brothers alone.
"Stay away from her, Mycroft." Sherlock said casually.
"Oh no." Mycroft smirked again. "I don't think I will."
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