Sherlock and John run along the path arm in arm. Mycroft strolls behind them at a more leisurely pace whistling a tune while watching his brother with a guarded expression. Finally the path through the woods branches off and gives way to a bustling city. Mycroft grabs hold of Sherlock and John's hands and begins navigating them through the mazes of streets and torrents of people. We finally come to a stop in the middle of an empty parking lot on the outskirts of series of warehouses. The air is stagnant and smells sharply of blood. Police tape forms a square around a large portion of asphalt and people crowd within it. Uniformed officers and forensic scientists in blue scrubs pass by in a blur. Mycroft is talking to one of the officers is hushed tones. I listen carefully to their intense conversation. "Sorry Mycroft this isn't a place for a kid, you're an excpetion because you can help us out but I am beginning to regret my decision allowing you to come. God forbid I thought you had more sense than to bring a dog here." I strongly resent him talking about me as if I am some mangy beast that is going to get in the way. However I also accept the fact that's how most people see me. Mycroft shakes his head, deafeated and replies. "Ok you're right I shouldn't have brought them its just I'm leaving soon and I wanted to help Sherlock out. He's good really good. Be can spot nealry anything, after all I am the one who trained him." He adds with a smirk. The officer sighs and replies "Ok I'll make you a deal I'll tell the kid a few details of the case see if he can pull anything from them, but he's not to cross the police line I don't want him seeing the body. Mycroft stiffly extends a hand and they shake on it.
