"Have you checked under his chair?" John asked Elizabeth.
The thief nodded, "Not under there. Where is he?"
John shrugged, "She says it's not there."
"Then I don't know where it is...sorry."
"When you coming back?"
"Later."
"Out and later isn't very specific, Sherlock. Are you okay?"
"Fine, John. See you later."
"Sherlock - " John sighed, lowering the phone, "He hung up."
"Great." Elizabeth sighed, lost as to where to look, "Call my phone, I don't think it's on silent..."
* * * * * *
Rain poured that evening as Sherlock took a long trip out of London and into the countryside by taxi. During the ride, he just stared at the raindrops on the window and, in a moment of childish innocence, silently willed the raindrops to race each other down the glass. He knew the trip would cost him a small fortune but at this point he didn't care.
"Stop here." He called to the driver as they arrived outside an open gate.
"I can drive yeh ta the front door - "
"That won't be necessary. You've already cost me an arm and a leg." Came his curt response as he handed the money over before getting out.
He needed the short, rainy walk to ready himself.
* * * * * *
The maid slowly opened the door to grand dining room, peeking in to see that both her boss and his guest were still there. When she saw them, she opened the heavy, dark door wider, stepping in so that they could see and hear her.
"Mr Holmes, there's a man here to see you."
"Are you incapable of asking who they are and what they want before you come to me, Madeline?"
"Myc, don't be rude." Rita scolded as she set down her tea on the dining room table.
"I asked but he wouldn't elaborate actually, Mr Holmes." Madeline defended herself.
"It's okay, Madeline." Rita assured and then smiled, "I'm sure you already know you work with an eternal grump. Don't take it personally."
Madeline shared a smile with the ex-surgeon as she approached, looking at the empty plate in front of her, "Are you finished with this?"
"Yes, thank you."
"And you, Mr Holmes?"
"Yes." Came his droning voice.
The maid collected both of their plates and then left them in the ridiculously large dining room.
"I suppose I should head down then." Mycroft sighed.
"Of course." Rita nodded, standing to move towards the still seated Mycroft, "You can't keep this mysterious visitor waiting."
"I detest mysterious visitors."
"Ohh, woe is you, Mycroft, woe is always you." Rita rolled her eyes, delicately laying her hands upon his shoulders and placed a chaste kiss upon the top of his head before leaving the dining room.
* * * * * *
Mycroft opened the front door, "Yes, what is - Sherlock?"
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