Finding Mycroft a Goldfish.

"Oh, please." Mycroft scoffed, looking down his nose at the younger Holmes.

Mycroft stood up abruptly, he'd been in the company of Sherlock Holmes for 4 minutes and he'd had enough. Walking out of the apartment, Sherlock called out after him.

"You know I'm right, brother mine." Sherlock said, with a hint of amusement edging into his tone.

Mycroft didn't bother turning around, he just kept walking and swinging his umbrella.

John sat down opposite Sherlock, "You should stop teasing him Sherlock," his voice sounding slightly disapproving.

"It would be nice to have Mycroft here without you two bickering within two minutes."

Sherlock sighed. "You know I'm right John. I always am." His fingers tapped lightly against the chair. "Mycroft is lonely. He's just too proud to admit it."

He stopped suddenly, looking John in the eye. John noticed the hint of mischievousness gleaming in his eyes. John knew where this was going. "Don't Sherlock, this won't end well."

Sherlock stood up, a smile creeping over all his face. John sighed, he could never talk Sherlock out of his crazy schemes.

"Mycroft will never find anyone unless I step in John. Don't you see? This is perfect. The game is on John, we will find Mycroft a partner."

John set his cup of tea down, staring at Sherlock. Sighing, John rubbed his temples, "You don't know anything about finding a partner yourself Sherlock, which makes it highly unlikely you'll find one for Mycroft."

Sherlock looked at John, while John turned away, suddenly fascinated with the wallpaper. He couldn't have Sherlock looking at him now, deducing. Sherlock was so oblivious to John's feelings it made John want to laugh. For being a genius, Sherlock sure was an idiot.

"You know I am married to my work, John." Sherlock said slowly, his brows furrowing in thought. 

John turned his gaze back to Sherlock, focusing on those startling blue eyes. "And I'm just saying that no matter how many times you deny it, you and your brother are similar. Don't you think he is also, equally married to his work?" John raised an eyebrow, taking a long sip of his tea.

"I see." Sherlock said, his mouth forming a thin line. "I guess I'll being doing this alone." He commented, turning on his heal and grabbing his coat. Stopping at the door to tie his scarf around his neck, he started speaking without turning to face the other man, "I'll see you later, Dr Watson." Sherlock said, no emotion in his voice. 

John wanted to cry out in frustration. Sherlock was so childish sometimes! Grabbing his coat, he quickly followed after his best friend, locking the door behind him.

"I knew you would come." Sherlock spoke the words with glee. "Come John, we have lots to do." And with that, walked out of their apartment - 221B Baker Street.

"Yeah. Like you said before, you're always right." John muttered to himself, hurrying after the man he loved.

A/N

Sorry this is really short, but I just wanted to give a quick introduction. I'll try and post at least once or twice a week, if this does well. This my first time doing something like this, so if I'm doing terribly, please tell me. Thank you to anyone who reads this.

- Emma