The Third Holmes (𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁 𝘅 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗬/𝗡)

CHAPTER 1

In the Ministry of Defence Intelligence, Y/N Holmes went into the room where he knew where his older brother's study was located.

He pushed the doors with a dramatic flair as he revealed his presence to his older brother, Mycroft Holmes, who looked at him disapprovingly.

Mycroft is a tall, adult man, and generally bears a strong physical resemblance to him and Sherlock. Both of them have the same dark hair and eyes.

"Hello, brother dear!" Y/N grinned as he strides into Mycroft's office. "Did you miss me?" He added with a childish smirk.

"Y/N, didn't I tell you not to visit me when I'm-" Mycroft was suddenly cut off by his little brother.

"I know! You're busy doing shady work for the queen, yada yada yada." He dismissed what Mycroft was saying with a wave of his hand.

Mycroft glared and said, "Do not disgrace my work for Her Majesty just like that!"

Y/N then put a hand on his mouth as he faked a gasp. "You seem like a big fanatic of her, brother. Are you perhaps in love with her?"

"Y/N!!" Mycroft exclaimed. "Do not say things like that out loud. Someone might interpret it the wrong way!"

Y/N laughs as he teases his brother once more. "I know you don't have any feelings for Her Majesty, Mikey. You swing the other way around." Y/N added with a wink.

Mycroft's face then turned a shade of red as he glared even harder at his little brother. "How shameless!"

Y/N then laughed loudly. "Brother dear, relax a little, will you."

Mycroft then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to reign himself. "Why are you even here? Don't you have an article to write?"

Y/N then suddenly frowned.

Mycroft then raised his eyebrow. "Is there something wrong?"

Y/N just hummed and shrugged. "I was supposed to write a headline about an opium that was manufactured and distributed by a London-based organized crime group. As of now, this poison has spread to many social classes within our city."

Mycroft then said, "I can assume that your publisher did not approve of your work."

Y/N then clenched his fists. "He didn't, because I know that members of the upper class who have connections to the royal family are involved in this opium business."

"You should be careful about the articles that you write, Y/N. There are people with power that might not like your work and may be able to cause you harm." Mycroft said seriously.

"I know! It's just- I hate it when people use their status to trample on the innocents."

"That's just how our society works," Mycroft said solemnly.

A knock then can be heard from the door outside which the two brothers now shifted their attention to.

A tall man of 188 cm with pale skin and a thin build revealed himself. He has green eyes and brown hair with split, pushed-back bangs. His hair length extends a bit down his neck.

He's quite handsome, Y/N thought.

Mycroft's voice snapped Y/N out of his thoughts. "What does the british indian army want with me at this hour, Commander Moriarty?"

Y/N thinks the last name is familiar.

"Sir, I hope you don't mind. I am only here to initiate a monologue." Moriarty confidently strode into the room.

Y/N and Mycroft took a glance at each other after hearing what the commander said.

Moriarty then continued, "I hear rumors that a certain secret agency is requiring a large sum of budget to establish itself."

He then turns his back on the two brothers as he glances at Mycroft's collection of trinkets on the shelf. "However, we of the army do not have as much of a budget as the Royal Navy does."

He then began to run his pale long fingers on the model ship displayed on the shelf. "At the same time, parliament is expressing strong disapproval to the creation of an agency which answers directly to her majesty, the queen."

Y/N can see that his older brother is listening intently to each word coming out of the Commander.

"This agency could secure the funds it needs. Though I am certain..."

Moriarty then faces once again Mycroft and positions himself into a 90-degree formal bow, his right palm on his heart and his left hand on his back. "I have the solution to all these problems."

Y/N widened his eyes and looked at the commander in intrigue.

"I see. You have caught my interest, Mr. Moriarty." Mycroft said.

Y/N looked at the two who were still locked in both of their gazes.

"They're acting as if I'm not here at all", Y/N sighed.

Something then clicked in Y/N.

"You must be the first son of the late, Earl Moriarty. I remember reading in an article that your manor burnt down and only three children managed to survive." Y/N cleared his throat as he cut off their intense stare-down.

Moriarty then shifted his gaze to the younger and replied, "Yes, me and my little brother William and our adopted brother Louis were able to get out of the manor just in time."

Moriarty then said, "You must be his little brother." He looked at both of the brothers with a smirk.

"Indeed, I am", Y/N narrowed his eyes.

"Well, I must be going. I look forward to being in touch with you again, Mr. Holmes." Moriarty shifted his devilish gaze toward Mycroft and grinned at him before he went outside of the room with a dramatic flair.

"What a-"

"What an interesting man", Mycroft said as he cut off Y/N.

"I was about to say before you cut me off", Y/N sighed.

Y/N then saw Mycroft going through his files on his study.

"Do you think he has a plan on stopping the opium business?", Y/N then suddenly asked.

"I believe that's what he was portraying when he proposed that he would like to be a part of the secret agency."

Y/N then hummed in agreement. "Let's see what he can do then."

***

In the publishing house that Y/N was currently working in, he was typing an article on his typewriter that he was tasked with when suddenly their editor-in-chief hurriedly barged into his office.

"Mr. Holmes, I have an immediate headline for you," His boss said in a hurry.

"What is it?" Y/N asked, intrigued. However, he already has an idea of what will be the new scoop about.

The editor then placed a stack of papers on Y/N's desk.

Y/N's eyes widened as he read the text.

"LATE EARL MORIARTY'S SECOND SON TAKEN."

"A noble was kidnapped," Y/N said with an eyebrow raised.

"I want you to start working on it. The article must be published before the day ends", the editor looked at Y/N seriously.

"Leave it to me, Sir," Y/N replied. His boss then left his office.

"This must all be part of Moriarty's plan," Y/N smirked as he removed the paper that he had currently doing a while ago replaced it with a new one, and began to type in his typewriter.