Late nights, early mornings

Visiting Sherlock

After a dreadful morning of negotiations and arguments, it was Mycrofts lunch hour, which he (of course) wouldn't be eating during because he had to visit Sherlock and he didn't want him to jest about it. He'd lost 3 kilos already due to his diet but he feared that since he ate that burger with Gregory his whole diet would fall apart. As much as he was happy that Gregory ate he wouldn't eat the same meal as him again, unless it was healthy of course.

He arrives at 221B at noon and knocks on the door, he doesn't get a response so he knocks again, a bit harder this time. Again, nothing he knocks a third time and he gets an answer, not someone at the door just a moan of "GO AWAY" he rolls his eyes and waited a good twenty minutes before John finally answers the door, his hair a mess, his shirt askew, and he has a hazed expression. Mycroft rolls his eyes again "may I come in?" He asks and John nods

"Yeah of course" he mumbles as he moves out of the way and heads upstairs, where sherlock is on the couch, an uncomfortable bulge in his pants, he takes the Union Jack pillow and covers it when he hears Mycroft coming up the stairs, what he couldn't cover up was his hair, it was a mess. Mycroft strides in and grimaces as he sees everything that happened

"Jealous Mycroft?" Sherlock sneers and Mycroft sighs

"You Really don't have the upper hand here brother" he says, seeing the state of Sherlocks hair and holding in a laugh

"Really? Because I think otherwise" sherlock announces as John walks in from the kitchen with tea for him and Sherlock, he snorts at Sherlock's hair

"Oh sherl, lemme fix your hair" he says, putting his tea down and running his fingers gently through Sherlock's hair to comb it down and into place.

"Really brother, Sherl?" Mycroft says, distaste in his voice as his phone buzzes in his pocket.

"You're just saying that Because you're jealous of what John and I have" Sherlock says leaning into John who was trying to stay out of the Holmes argument Mycroft tuts

"I never knew you'd succumb to feelings so easily" Mycroft says as his phone buzzes once again, he knows it's not important because if it was his assistant would be calling.

Sherlock rolls his eyes "you would too, if you knew what you'd get out of it" he says as he leans further into John, clearly trying to get Mycroft on edge.

"I know what you get out of it, I simply don't see the appeal of it" Mycroft states sternly as he glares at Sherlock who seems content laying in Johns arms even though John looks like he wishes he was anywhere else

"You only say that because you can't find anyone" Sherlock mumbles

"On That we agree brother, I can't find anyone that isn't a goldfish to occupy my time," he lies because who knows how Sherlock will react "clearly you don't mind" he says as he looks at John who glares back

"Johns anything but a goldfish brother, he's a brilliant doctor" Sherlock says as he kisses Johns forehead

"He is indeed" Mycroft mutters as he gets a phone call, again he ignores it. He says curt goodbyes and when he gets outside 221B he caves and checks it, there are two messages from Greg and one missed call from him, he immediately checks them, as he starts to panic.