Sherlock bitterly ordered Greg to order everyone else out if the vicinity. Once only Greg, Mycroft, John, and himself were left, he began to examine the crime scene. He would be heard muttering in contempt about how all his evidence was "defiled" by "professionals". They watched him piece together the tiniest details that surfaced only when he was there.
"Haven't seen you in a while John. I started to hope I wouldn't see him showing off this way again."
"I'm married Greg. I'm not gay."
"What about him?"
"Who knows about my brother."
"Will you two drop the subject."
After nearly a minute of pestering John, they saw Sherlock trotting back to the group much more positive than before.
"John, I think we can concur that this is in your line if expertise."
The detective was referring to a sash of medallions. There were five in all; three gold and two silver.
"Seem familiar?" He asked.
Indeed, John did know the first three. In fact, he had two of them for himself. He picked the gold plates up and ran his thumb along the engravings.
"These ones are military."
"Well obviously!"
"Unless you care to add anything, do shut it Mycroft." Sherlock said in monotone as he rolled his eyes. Mycroft nudged Greg slightly in the arm and then motioned for John to continue
"First one is given after completing training in the profession. You and I can agree with that, Mycroft." The detective's brother stayed silent.
"Why the sudden change, Mycroft?"
"Not now Sherlock!" Greg grumbled and massaged his temple as if he had a headache. John cut in before Sherlock could talk back.
"The second one is for when you have completed missions in the field."
"Don't you have a couple hidden in your pillowcase?"
"What-NO-actually, I don't think, I don't know what you're talking about... And why in the world do you look into my pillowcase Sherlock!?"
"Mrs. Hudson thought it was mine after doing the laundry actually. Carry on."
Greg looked up from his pretend headache and raised an eyebrow at John.
" Anyway, third one is a loyalty award. There is a required number of years in service before it can be achieved."
John went silent for a while.
"I never got it."
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"Really Sherlock, did you have to be so immature?"
It was nearly dusk when they returned to Baker Street. The investigation started to become unsuccessful and Greg had to dismiss them all.
"I couldn't let my brother just take the spotlight, can I?"
"But did you have to trip him while going down the stairs?"
"He was showing off, and I can prove he isn't military without even looking."
"I do know how to defend myself. You didn't have to shush me. And he's your brother, of course you would know if he were military."
"This is Mycroft we're talking about! He never tells me anything!"
"Besides the point. There will be twice as many people in the hospital tomorrow and until this damned case will be solved!"
Sherlock's shoulders shook as he laughed.
"You should know by now that trying to make me guilty rarely works."
John collapsed on the couch in defeat. There would be no going against Sherlock's trivial nature.
"By the way, that's my couch. I have work to do."
John stubbornly got up and went to his room.
"Have a goodnight Sherlock"
There was no answer. The detective had already sunken into the depths of his own thoughts.
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