John sighed, it had been almost a week since Josie came back home. Since then he had refused to reply to any texts Mycroft threw at him. He unlocked the door to his apartment and walked inside, however the moment he took a step he knew something was wrong. He looked at the couch where a flash of hair was poking out from the top, it was definitely not Sherlock’s or Josie’s. John’s gun flew to his hand and he spoke loudly
“Who are you?”
“Really John? Is that how to treat your friends brother?” John sighed angrily and lowered his gun
“Where are Sherlock and Josie?”
“They went out before I arrived, I wanted to talk to you in private.”
“What do you want Mycroft?”
“It’s about the girl.”
“Well, that girl has a name.”
“Does she now? Enlighten me.”
“Her name is Josephine Thomas.”
“Just how special is this Josephine to my brother?”
“He may not show it to other people, but she is everything to him. So I recommend you stay away from her. I swear if any of your goons lay a finger on her, it will be more than just me you'll be answering to.”
“Strong words for a man.”
“Strong words for a man who can’t even stick to his diet.” John muttered
“What was that?”
“Nothing. But like I said, stay. Away. From. Josephine. Now get out of this apartment before I burn it down, with you in it.” Mycroft got up from the sofa and left John. He smiled at the thought of Sherlock caring for someone so much.
I suppose he does have a heart. he thought.
