BalletLock

Chapter 4

       On the weeks that followed, Sherlock took many more dance classes and improved a good deal. John would often watch the end part of Sherlock's class and the two would walk back home together, Sherlock describing the countless deductions he had made of his classmates.

       It was November now, and the weather was steadily growing colder and wetter. John often wore two or more jumpers underneath his winter jacket. Sherlock found this to be quite amusing.

       Late one Thursday evening, the two friends were making their way home together. They had just solved a case, and Sherlock was quite happy with himself. John chuckled t as the man pulled the collar of his coat up around his neck, smirking at his reflection in the window of a  shop. Sherlock glanced down at John and the faked a shiver. They arrived home not long after that. Sherlock inserted his key into the keyhole but found it to be already unlocked. He froze. Very slowely he bent foreward, placing his ear over the crack beween the door and the wall, listnening for the intruder within.

      "Proabably just forgot to lock it" John sighed impatiently, pushing Sherlock aside and opening the door. He gasped. In the chair facing away from the door, the balding head of a man could be seen.

       "Mycroft! What could you possibly want!?"

       Sherlock strode over to the living room and flopped down on the sofa like a grumpy child.

       "News." His older brother replied. "On the Ristretto case."

       "John,  fetch the notebook" came Sherlocks reply, muffled by the throw pillow his face was currently shoved into.

       John decided not to worry about how Mycroft had broken in to his home. He sighed and rolled his eyes, but  retrieved the worn leather notebook from Sherlock's dask and presented it to Mycroft who smiled sarcastically at him. After leafing through it for barely a moment, Mycroft rose from his seat and retrieved his umbrella from  the coffee table.

       "That will be all" he said curtly.

       "Oh!" John exlaimed "I almost forgot. Were doing a Thanksgiving thing here on Thursday, which is Thanksgiving if you didn't already know. So, come if you like. There will be cake."

       Muffled giggles could be heard coming from the direction of the sofa. Mycroft shot a glare in that direction.

       "Maybe I will." He said. And with that, he swept out of the room and his slow footsteps could be heard truding down the stairs.