A Study In Sleep

Chapter. 12

Sherlock gazed over all the people on his board, eyes narrowing a little as he remembered every single one to the last insignificant detail. He glanced to Mycroft opposite him before back to his own board, leaning back in his seat a little.
“Does your person have glasses?” He asked quietly, fingers raising into a steeple formation against his lips. Guess Who was one of Sherlock’s favourite games as a kid and of course, he had to beat Mycroft as he gazed over to him.

"No." The elder Holmes replied, an unamused expression upon his face as he looked up from his board, "does yours have blonde hair?" He asked, looking at his brother. He always had hated this game, always boring let alone ridiculous. He let out a small sigh looking back down at his board, "had a good sleep, I see.." he mumbled slightly.

The detective flipped down the people with glasses, fingers returning to a steeple formation against his lips as he gazed over to Mycroft with a frown when he asked this.
“Yes my person is blonde." Mycroft paused, "And what exactly is that meant to mean?” He asked over as he gazed over to his older brother with wide eyes.
"Oh.. simply nothing, brother dear." Mycroft smirked as he flipped all the non-blonde haired people's cards down.
Sherlock narrowed in his eyes in annoyance at this as he he lowered his fingers from his lips, placing them on each arm rest as he held his gaze.
“Oh come on Mycroft, why don’t you grace me with your delightful deduction skills?” He sarcastically smiled as he glanced down to his people once again, thinking as to what ask next.

Mycroft's smile grew as he, on the looked at his younger brother and sat back, into Johns chair before looking back to his board, still smirking.
"You spooned with John, this morning.." he pointed out simply, looking among his cards.
Sherlock’s eyes blinked in realisation and shock at this as he stared over to Mycroft, heart stopping.
“No idea what you’re talking about...” he hummed quietly as he gazed back to his cards, his cheeks blushing ever so slightly.

"Oh please, Sherlock.." Mycroft rolled his eyes placing down his board onto the coffee table as he crossed his legs.
"It's evident, by your behavior, that you care for the doctor.. what not the breakfast yesterday morning and your jealousy over him yesterday.." he paused, smirking again, "not to mention that he had been having nightmares for months and when Dimmock arrived this morning, neither of you were to be seen.." he hummed slightly, looking at his brother smugly as his focus was no longer on the physical game at hand but instead the conversational one.

“I was merely being kind. Something I have learned from John over time. He was having nightmares and not sleeping right so I treated him to breakfast. I was jealous because he was my friend and I offered him my bed because he asked.” Sherlock tried to defend himself but was failing miserably, cheeks blushing.
“Nothing to do with.. what.. you’re implying.”
"I'm afraid, brother dear, your attempts at lying has failed miserably.. your face tells me otherwise.." Mycroft smirked, watching his brother closely, then looked away for a second, "speaking of John, he's not here is he?" He asked.
Sherlock became angry at this, glancing away with a roll of his eyes.
“Of course he isn’t here, stop acting like an idiot.” He snapped before taking a breath, sighing afterwards.
“He doesn’t like me like that anyway. It’s fine.” He mumbled quietly, getting to his feet as he headed to the kitchen, flicking on the already filled kettle.

"And how do you know that?" Mycroft asked, still listening Sherlock closely with an eyebrow raised.
The detective fell silent at this as he gazed with wide eyes into the two cups of tea he was about to make.
“B-Because.. he deserves better.” He mumbled quietly, John heavily on his mind like he has been for the past months since he returned. Sherlock could never act on his feelings without another doing the same. He has had too much heartbreak, enough to last a lifetime.

Mycroft rolled his eyes getting to his feet before stepping into the kitchen, looking to the younger Holmes with a sigh. "He does. But I believe you're just not observing it, you just see it." He spoke with a sigh, "all actions have reasons behind them, Sherlock.." he said, getting his umbrella, "but I believe, if you were to have a relationship with someone.. Doctor Watson is probably a better choice, than your last one.." he sighed, spinning the tip of the umbrella on the floor.

Sherlock glanced up from the cups of tea at this with wide blue eyes, gazing over to Mycroft like he was a small boy again. He didn’t say anything, eyes shifting over his older brother like he was scared of something or was lost. He continued to make the tea in silence, obviously not believing it still though he had room for doubt. His last relationship was a very large mistake and one he didn’t ever want to be reminded of.

The phone began ringing, to which Mycroft looked at it and went to pick it up listening to it, "ah Doctor Watson.. yes, he's right here.." He nodded. The phone call was from John. John's phone call. He then looked over to Sherlock, "Sherlock, you need to take this.." he said.

Sherlock frowned at this, heart hammering in his chest as his eyes widened, taking the phone.
“John? What’s happened? Everything alright?” He asked in a panic, swallowing a little, afraid something had happened to him.
"Yes, I'm okay. I've just been arrested." Came John's reply,  his voice calm and not even sounding distressed but instead irritated, "do you think you could get me bail?" He asked.

Sherlock’s eyes widened at this, immediately grabbing his coat and scarf, beginning to panic a little.
“Arrested? Arrested for what? Of course, I will bail you out, you don’t even have to ask.” He reassured, putting down the phone and quickly left Mycroft without saying a word and heading out of the door.