Sherlocks Secret Escape

Chapter Eleven A Little Visit To Brother Dear

Sherlock POV:

Its been about two months since me and Clara have been dating and its getting near the end of college, the only problem I have is telling her about why I'm really here in Coalville. I don't know wheather to just give up on everything that I had before and just move in with Clara, I love her so much and I'm shocked about that to be honest. I never thought I was capable of love, and here I am in love with one Clara Phoenix. 

Its also been about two months since the last killing, I think that the killer has finished now. There hasn't been anymore killings with the same profile since the last one, and I honestly hope it stays that way. I don't want to be pushed by my brother to carry on doing this job, I just want to be with Clara now. I still don't know if Mycroft knows about Clara being my girlfriend, in fact I haven't heard from him since two months ago. When I got the call about the killing and that I needed to take a look at the body, it was his assistant and not Mycroft. I was a but suspicious when that happened, but I didn't think about it again. 

That was until I got a call from his assistant asking if I had seen Mycroft, apparently he's been out of the office for the past two months. No ones seen him or talked to him, but he always has food ordered to his door and the most part of it is alcohol. Something must have happened to my brother, he's on the drink and has secluded himself from the rest of the world. I decided to call my brother and ask him whats happening but he won't answer. 

"Clara, I'm gonna go back to London for the weekend. I'm gonna go and visit my brother, I'll be back on Monday."

"Okay Sherlock, do you want me to come with you?"

"No, I think it would be best if I just went at the minute. Apparently he's been out of contact with the world for the past two months, I just want to make sure that he's okay." 

"Okay, well I'm only a phone call away if you want me." I kissed her sweetly on the lips before leaving out the door and getting into the cab I ordered. I go back to London on the train, it took the same amount of time as before. When I arrive, Mycroft's assistant is there waiting for me with a car, she knew I was coming so came for me. We arrive at Mycrofts mansion, I knock on the door and there is no answer. Okay, something is really wrong with my brother. I now bang on the door and still no answer, so I pick-lock the door. 

"Mycroft Holmes, why didn't you answer your door?" I shout throughout the mansion and still no answer. I look throughout the whole of the mansion, finally finding my stupid brother in his bedroom still asleep. It's one in the afternoon, and his room is littered with bottles of whiskey and scotch. What has my dear brother been up too for the past two months? 

"MYCROFT GET THE HELL OUT OF BED!" I shout at the top of my lungs and he doesn't stir from his slumber, he's not dead I can see his chest rising up and down he's just in deep sleep. So I pull the covers from off the top of him, still no affect on my brother dearest sleep. So instead I head into the bathroom and find nothing that I want, so I rush downstairs into the kitchen taking with me back to his room a big bucket. Once back in the bathroom, I turn on the shower having the temperature at its lowest setting. When the bucket is full I look back into my brothers room to see that he's turned himself over onto his front, so obviously the sound of the shower had no affect on him. I pick up the bucket not daring to check the temperature of the water, and in one big swing through the cold water all over my brother dearest. He screams his head off, looking around the room for the source of whatever had drenched him. 

"BLOODY HELL SHERLOCK, DIDN'T NEED TO FUCKING DO THAT!" He yells at me, did he really just say that to me. 

"Yes brother dearest I did, I shouted at you to get you up and you had none of it. So instead I pulled the covers off you, still no affect so I had no other option but to 'fucking do that'." I smile at my brother as he gets out of bed, putting on a clean pair of pyjamas.