Hello Detective

A Study in Pink Part 8

I turned around to see John standing there, waiting patiently behind the police tape. Me eyes opened wide in realization. John did exactly what I told him, save Sherlock.

"Actually, do you know what? Ignore me." Sherlock covered.

"Sorry?" Lestrade asked confused.

"Ignore all of that. It's just the, er, shock talking." Sherlock said, turning and walking off.

"Where are you going?" Lestrade asked.

"I just need to talk about the rent." Sherlock stumbled.

"I've still got questions." Lestrade whined.

"What now? I'm in shock, look. I've got a blanket." Sherlock whined back.

"Sherlock!" Lestrade yelled, crossing his arms.

"And, I just caught you a serial killer. More or less." He said.

"Okay. We'll pull you in tomorrow, off you go." Sherlock walked off to John and threw his blanket through he window of a squad car.

"Why can't he just cooperate for once?" Lestrade asked me.

"You know him better than I do." I said, shaking your head.

"I've known him for five years, and no, I don't." He answered.

"Then why do you put up with him?" I asked honestly.

"Because I'm desperate, that's why. And because Sherlock Holmes is a great man, and I think one day, if we're very, very lucky, he might even be a good one. I've seen the way he looks at you Adelaide." Lestrade said. I saw his eyes trail off to something beside the two of us. A car pulled up to the crime scene, a nice car.

"Oh God, not now." Lestrade said annoyed.

"Mycroft?" I asked.

"You know him?" Lestrade asked.

"Uh, yeah. Excuse me." I said walking towards him.

"So, another case cracked. Heard you solves this one before Sherlock. I'm going to assume he didn't like that." Mycroft said. I cracked a smile. I heard two sets of footsteps behind me, must have been John and Sherlock.

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock asked, now standing beside me.

"As ever, I'm concerned about you." Mycroft answered.

"Yes, I've been hearing about your 'concern'." Sherlock said rudely, slipping a hand onto the small of my back, his actions shocking me.

"Always so aggressive. Did it never occur to you that you and I belong on the same side?" Mycroft said, raising an eyebrow at Sherlock's sudden contact with me.

"Oddly enough, no." Sherlock answered.

"We have more in common than you'd like to believe. This petty feud between us is simply childish." Mycroft states. "People will suffer. And you know how it always upset Mummy."

"Now, now boys. Play nice." I said, ready to step in between them.

"I upset her? Me? It wasn't me that upset her Mycroft." Sherlock argued.

"No. No, wait. Mummy? Who's Mummy?" John asked confused.

"Their mother John, come on. This is Sherlock's brother, Mycroft." I answered. Mycroft looked at me, impressed.

"Your brother?" John asked Sherlock.

"Of course he's my brother." Sherlock answered.

"So he's not... " John asked.

"Not what?" Sherlock asked confused.

"I don't know. Criminal mastermind?" John said.

"Close enough." Sherlock said.

"For goodness' sake. I occupy a minor position in the British government." Mycroft stated.

"He is the British government." Sherlock corrected. "When he's not too busy being the British secret service or the CIA on a freelance basis. Good evening Mycroft. Try not to start a war before I get home, you know what it does for the traffic." Sherlock said, walking away.

"One more question," Mycroft said. Sherlock turned back around. "Adelaide, how long have you known?" He asked.

"That you're brothers? From the moment I saw you." I said, and it was the truth. He smiled.

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"Interesting, that American woman. She could be the making of my brother, or make him worse than ever. People do crazy things when they're in love. It's only a matter of time." Mycroft told his assistant.

"Either way, we'd better upgrade their surveillance status. Grade three active."

"Sorry, sir, whose status?" She asked, finally looking up from her Blackberry.

"Sherlock Holmes and Sergeant Gregson."