Sherlocks Secret Escape

Chapter Thirteen Mycroft's Visiting hours

Mycroft POV:

The time once I woke up was five in the morning, and I knew that Sherlock would be awake but I didn't want to go and see him just yet. If I went round, even though he would be awake at this time in the morning, my brother would make up saying he was asleep and become even more annoyed with me for coming to his flat at ridiculous times in the morning. So I decided to go through some paper work. 

Once I finished with my paper work, the time had soon become nine o'clock so I took a quick shower and got dressed. Today it was a very expensive grey suit jacket and dress trousers with a white shirt and matching grey tie, as well as my new dress shoes. After all if Sherlock was dating someone, as he does insist he is, I would like to make an impression and possible scare them off. 

I eventually leave my hotel room, calling for my car to be ready moment before I leave. When I arrive downstairs in the lobby, I only have to wait a second before I notice the car pull up outside the hotel. I cannot stand this place on more second, so I rush as fast as I could towards the door and into the car. As soon as I'm in the car I pull my briefcase onto my lap and open it, instantly seeing the envelope with the results in for my brother dearest. I was interested myself and wanted to open the results, but knowing that if I had and tried to hide it Sherlock would instantly know, so I decided to wait for my brother to open it up. 

When we finally arrived at Sherlock's apartment, I noticed a motorbike outside his door. The bike instantly reminded me of Clara's bike, it was the same model but had a different number plate. I knocked on the door and heard nothing from inside, so I knocked again and still nothing so I decided to just use the key I had done before I sent him down to this dreadful town. Once I get through the flat door I head straight up the stairs and into the living room, where not soon after Sherlock comes pondering in with his sheet wrapped around his waist and a genuine smile on his face. 

"Ah, brother dear. I have the blood results for you." I start with a smile on my face in response to his, his smile soon fades after seeing that it was me who entered his apartment. 

"Thank you, but I thought you said you were sending them over not personally delivering them."  Sherlock said quiet quickly, then I heard the quiet footsteps from behind the bedroom door. 

"Well, I thought it best if I did. After you claim that you're not coming back to London, so that you can live here with your 'girlfriend'" I say back slowly, making sure that Sherlock knows that I don't believe him. The footsteps behind the bedroom door are now quietly quicker, as if this person is rushing to do something.

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Clara POV:

After me and Sherlock had sex last night, we both fell into a peaceful sleep into each others arms. However, what we didn't expect to wake up to was the sound of someone knocking on the front door. I go to get up to answer it, but instead Sherlock pushes me back down on the bed. He slowly crawls on top of me, pressing me into the mattress with his body making sure that I cannot move from where I am. 

"Leave it. It's more than likely the paperwork that my brother has sent me, they can post it." He whispers to me. Sherlock slowly lifts his hand from his side, then ever so gently brushes his fingers against my cheek as he looks deep into my eyes. I love his eyes, I cannot help but fall even more in love with them as I stare into them each time. His eyes are a mixture of blue, grey and green always shining brighter when he sees me. I'm brought back out of my thoughts about him, when another knock on the door becomes louder. 

Sherlock just ignores it again, and starts to kiss my neck. I try to push him off so that I can go and answer the door, but he soon gets what I'm trying to do, so he pushes me more into the mattress with his body. Then he stops and gets up, where is he going.