Loving a Holmes

Let's Play Deduction

It doesn't take me long to get everything that I need to move back into 221B packed and head over. Since most the furniture coming with the flat when I rented it, all I need to pack are my clothes. When I arrive back at 221B I notice that Sherlock has stuck pictures and maps all over the white and black wall behind the couch, covering even the smiley face he uses for target practice. I glance over to see Sherlock and Mycroft sitting in the armchairs, talking, and playing a board game, that appears to be Operation. I can hear Sherlock and Mycroft fighting as I slowly walk into the flat. "Solid information, a secret terrorist organization is planning an attack."

"That's what secret terrorist organizations do, isn't it? It's their version of golf. Hello Madison, welcome home." Sherlock doesn't break his gaze from his brother as he calls out to me.

"Thank you, darling. Hello, Mycroft." I cross over to give Sherlock a peck on the cheek and take a sit on the arm of his armchair, as he wraps an arm around me.

Mycroft stares me down as if trying to get me to leave. "Madison..."

I laugh softly. "I'm not leaving Mycroft. I already know what's going on."

"How?"

"Well judging by the people and the maps Sherlock has placed all over the wall, and the fact that you said 'terrorist organization,' I can only assume there is going to be an attack on Parliament sometime within the month, if not the week."

Mycroft sighs and softens his gaze, still clear he wants me to leave, but he knows I won't. "I always forget you share the same gift as my brother and I."

I smile softly over to Mycroft. "So please continue, I assume an agent gave his life to get this information."

Sherlock scoff. "Well, perhaps he shouldn't have done that. He was obviously just showing off."

Mycroft takes a deep breath, being more conscious of human life when it comes to his agents. "None of there 'markers' of yours is behaving in any way suspiciously? Your move."

Sherlock shakes his head, shifting his focus to the board game. "No, Mycroft, but you have to trust me. I'll find the answer."

I chuckle softly. "But it will be in an odd phrase in an online blog, or an unexpected trip to the countryside, or a misplaced lonely hearts ad."

Sherlock sits up, every so slight, taking his focusing from the game back to Mycroft. "Your move."

Mycroft glances down to the game, but only for a moment, "I've given the Prime Minister my personal assurance you're on the case."

"I am on the case, we both are, well all three of us actually. Look at us right now."

The game board buzzes and Mycroft sighs. "Oh bugger!"

Sherlock chuckles. "Can't handle a broken heart. How very telling."

"Why do you think his plan involved you tell me right afterward?" I chuckle, "It was so he didn't have to when he came to visit my new flat. That and he knew that you'd make him physically check in on me."

"That is very true."

Mycroft sighs again. "Don't be smart."

Sherlock glances up at me. "That takes me back." He shifts his gaze back to myself, mincing a young Mycroft. "Don't be smart Sherlock I'm the smart one."

"I am the smart one."

"I used to think I was an idiot."

"Both of us thought you were an idiot, Sherlock. We had nothing else to go on, until we met other children."