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Greg wondered what else could go wrong with this crime scene. First it started to rain, then that strung out Holmes kid showed up. And where Holmes was, the black car usually showed up. Yep, there it was.
“Leave me alone, Mycroft!” Sherlock was leaning into the car, yelling at whoever was inside. Greg wondered who was inside the car.
“Sherlock? Everything OK?” Greg couldn't believe he was asking. This was Sherlock; nothing was ever OK when he was around. The boy was a walking disaster.
“Fine, Lestrade. Everything's fine.” Sherlock turned and started to walk away from the car.
“Sherlock!” A man got out of the car and put up an umbrella before Greg could get a good look at him. “Sherlock, I only want what's best for you.”
“Wrong. You want to put me in Hell.”
“Don't exaggerate. I wish to help you.”
“You want to put me away.”
Greg couldn't stand by and listen to this anymore. “Sherlock?” Greg walked over to the boy. “Who is this?”
“My brother.” Sherlock spit the words our like they were poison.
“Brother? You have a brother?” Greg couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd always thought that Sherlock was an only child. Now he looked at the man with the umbrella.
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“Sherlock?” A nice looking man with silver hair walked over to Sherlock. “Who is this?”
“My brother.”
“Brother? You have a brother?”
Mycroft could feel the conversation spinning out of control. His presence seemed to be riling Sherlock up. Perhaps it would be best if he left.
“Sherlock.”
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“SHERLOCK.”
“What?” Sherlock wouldn't even look at Mycroft.
“Sherlock. Please come with me. Mummy wants to see you.”
“NO! You're just trying to get me into your car so you can make me disappear!”
“Sherlock, I don't make people disappear. I hold a minor position with the Government.”
“You are the Government. And I'm not getting into that car.”
“Fine. I'll see you at home.” Mycroft decided Sherlock's behaviour would just get worse if he pushed harder.
“No. I won't.”
“Fine. I'll tell Mummy you won't come to see her.”
Sherlock looked startled. “You wouldn't dare!”
“I'm leaving now, Sherlock. Get in the car; I'll take you to Mummy.”
“No! I'm not going with you!”
Mycroft sighed. “Fine, Sherlock. We can talk more later.”
“NO!”
“All right. Whatever you say. I'll see you later.”
Mycroft rolled up the car window as the car started moving. He was going to have to watch Sherlock some other way, since his brother wouldn't talk to him. Maybe that DI would tell him what he needed to know.
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It had been a long day, and Greg just wanted to go home and go to bed. He walked into the car park to get his car, only to find it blocked in by a... black car. He walked over to the car. As he approached it, the back door opened and a woman got out. “Please get in the car, Sergeant.”
“Nope. Move the car, because I'm getting in my car and going home.”
The woman pulled out a blackberry, typed something on it and then just stood there looking bored.
Greg began to get annoyed. “Move the car, or I'll have it ticketed and towed.”
The woman just looked at him. “Please get in the car.”
“Nope.”
The blackberry beeped and the woman looked at it. “Mr. Holmes asks that you please get in the car.”
“Mr. Holmes? Sherlock? Tell Sherlock this is a little over dramatic, even for him. He can call me. In the morning. At my office.”
“No, Sergeant. Not Sherlock. Mr. Holmes.”
Mr. Holmes? And it’s not Sherlock? Who could that be? Wait, didn’t Sherlock say that the man in the black car is his brother? So maybe the Mr. Holmes in this black car is Sherlock’s brother. “Is that Sherlock’s brother?”
“Sergeant. All will be explained if you get in the car.”
Greg looked at the open door of the car, then at the woman standing next to it. This might be his only chance to learn some things about Sherlock since he wouldn’t answer any questions. Or it could be a spectacularly bad idea. Greg got in the car.