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Voice Testing *Homeless

You are adorable.

Really. In that fascinating way small children are adorable so long as they are quiet and belong to someone else.

I have no interest in inhabiting your head or dancing to your whims. Kindly take your misguided notion of a 'good idea' and apply it to someone else.

Do not make me repeat myself, it is tedious in the extreme. I have a government to keep track of and a brother to run; or the other way around, it changes each day to the next.

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[As if Sherlock leaves anything to chance.]

Don't you ever bore of this?

[He makes a haphazard gesture to take in all to do with Mycroft's position.]

[Thus one of the few ways he can keep his eye on his little brother.

The question is not a new one but each time it is asked, Mycroft takes a minute to genuinely consider his answer. He figures Sherlock would accept nothing less.]

There are ... tedious moments.

'Moments' meaning too much of your day to mention?

[Well, yes, he's putting words in Mycroft's mouth.]

Why bring me here alone?

You are well aware that I hate it when you do that.

[The words in his mouth, though for this instance Mycroft seems to object more because it is expected than because he actually feels it.]

You would have the answer to that question, were you to see the file.

[He more asked to see how Mycroft would react than out of interest. Mycroft did not disappoint.]

I don't work alone anymore, you know that.

Yes, true. You work quite closely with Doctor John Watson of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers.

[As he says these last three words, Mycroft reaches with his hand to drum his fingers lightly atop a file folder. Coincidence? Combined with why Sherlock is here and John is not? Child's play assuredly, at least until you open the file.]

[Oh the temptation. Sherlock is fighting it hard and fails. So many possibilities where John is concerned.]

Is John in danger?

[That is really the only question that matters to Sherlock right now.]

Since when do you want your answers on a silver spoon?

[The file is right there, Sherlock, right under Mycroft's fingertips, don't you just want to snatch it?]

[Oh don't toy with Sherlock over John, Mycroft. That's a mistake. A big mistake.

He walks up to Mycroft so that he's standing hardly a breath away and speaks with a voice that is thick with threat and promise.]

Is.John.In danger?

[He's not scared of you Sherlock. Often scared for you, if Mycroft were willing to admit to such emotions but rarely scared of you.

About the only concession he'll give, which would no doubt be akin to another man flinching in concern for his life, is he will lift the file, open it and shove it in your face.

On first glance, straight forward, a serious of suicides officially closed out as result of PTSD, nothing untowards until you look at the link across six such deaths in the past three months. Two from the 2nd Northumberland Fusiliers and four from the 5th Northumberland Fusiliers.]

I'm sure you'll see the connections quickly enough but for the sake of my personal space, which I would like back, the deaths are from ranks that served the same years as Doctor Watson.

At first I was inclined to pass it by, until I saw that for a three week span the second and fifth worked in conjunction. At which point, six instances of suicide stopped looking like an unfortunate coincidence.

[Sherlock is pouring through the file, only half-listening to Mycroft as he takes it all in. He takes a step back.]

He never said anything...

[It's as much shock that John wouldn't have told him about the deaths, or even the funerals - but then, they never spoke much about their lives before they met. Well, other than when they crossed paths with Mycroft.

Sherlock slumps into a chair more than sitting.]

Linked, but no leads, it seems. They don't have the same therapist or doctor. Other than their service, there's nothing that links them... not even their suicides...

[Unless Sherlock missed something, fighting his feelings.]

Probably didn't want to be labeled 'boring.'

[Its delivered flatly, only someone who knows him might pick up the rebuke. Sherlock does not exactly invite personal troubles from the people around him, unless he deems them interesting. Mycroft is even worse about these things but can at least assume that Watson might want to protect himself from his friend's scathing disdain were Sherlock to find the round of deaths and funerals tiresome.

You just never knew.]

As you can see, it is anything but.

[Sherlock responds swiftly to the rebuke.]

'Sentimental.'

[He's long moved passed seeing any part of John's life as out-right 'boring.']

John should be here.

Semantics.

[Can not let little brother get in the last word on the subject.

A flick of fingers.]

His presence was irrelevant unless you were going to take the case.

[Yes, past tense, Mycroft assumes the case is as good as solved at this point. He can not imagine Sherlock letting it out of his teeth, even if John's regiment were not involved, the details of the case, are fascinating in their disconnect.]

[The click of Mycroft's fingers reminds Sherlock of something.]

Get him here. Now.

[His body tenses to a hyper-stillness, the memory of what John had said earlier in the day about taking a 'quiet case' staying out of the media.... Is haunting him.]

[Annoying Sherlock was always a highlight of Mycroft's day, hell his week if he could work it properly.

However, there was always a point, a tone, a look in pale eyes that told Mycroft just how far he could go and when he was within dangerous of sliding past the line.

Reaching for his phone he looked pointedly bored, though he was anything but as he punched in the necessary request and hit send. Then reached for his desk phone.]

It will take a few minutes. I'll have them bring up tea.

[Sherlock gives a slight nod. And returns to the seat as Mycroft makes the call. He studies Mycroft.]

And how long have you known about it?

[How long did you wait before calling him, he means.]

I've been aware of the deaths since the first one. It, naturally, pinged my attention.

I did not start to consider it note worthy until the first death from the 2nd Northumberland Fusiliers.

[There was no apology in his voice. Mycroft had his own internal criteria for what triggered a sense of importance and up until that particular death, he had simply noted it and passed it over as being Doctor Watson's personal business.]

[Sherlock opens the file again, this time to read it more carefully.]

Have you explored the possibility that this is connected to John - because John is connected to me?

[Is it Moriarty?]

Inconclusive.

[Just the one word as it covered questions both spoken and unspoken. Yes, he'd explored the possibility, no he hadn't been able to find a direct connection.

However, he hadn't been able to rule out a connection, either.]

[That's not helpful.]

Look, I know how you love to watch me work. But since this is personal, why don't you just tell me everything you've done rather than making me ask?

[There was a stressed tone, though he was trying to keep it civil. The problem is: this involved John, which made it personal.]

[That ... almost sounded like a please.

Mycroft studies Sherlock for a long moment before making a bored sound. In truth, its to cover the flash of approval for the idea that Sherlock is invested enough in Watson for this to be personal but Mycroft would die twice and be buried before he'd admit it.

Instead, he pulls open a desk drawer and withdraws a second file. Setting it on the desk, he shoves it across the blotter towards his brother.]

I wrote out my notes.

[No, seriously, he actually wrote out his notes, didn't simply dictate them or fob them off on his assistant.

After all, this was personal.]

[Almost is a long way from actually stating it. But when Mycroft produces his notes, Sherlock's eyebrows shoot up. Mycroft never takes his own notes, which means that if he did... he was invested in John as well.

If that's the case, Sherlock can be civil for John's sake, because it can't possibly be that Mycroft cares about him.

He reaches over and takes the file.]

It would be faster if you told me, rather than trying to make-out your chicken scratches.

[He knows that Mycroft has all his notes memorized, but the hand-writing jab was just an added bonus.]

[Let us do both our sensibilities justice and simply not discuss who cares about whom.]

Undoubtedly but reading my notes will fill the remaining time it takes for John to be delivered to us.

[Chicken scratch indeed, you are impossible, little brother.]

However, I shall tell you this.

[In fairly direct language, Mycroft runs down the steps and investigations he has already made into the matter. Follow up with the military, including unearthing the sort of 'targets' and mission statements that are never written down in the actual files.]

There is no indication that John himself was directly involved, however as you well know, such a fine distinction is not always made in these situations.

[All right, that last bit wasn't quite what Sherlock was expecting.]

Are you proposing... not that John might be a target ... but rather that he is involved somehow?

[...pause...]

He lives with me.

[As in, he'd know. - well, maybe he'd know. No, he's pretty damned sure he would. His respiration is getting the faintest bit faster, as he thinks about John as a perpetrator.]

If he is. And I'm not in anyway convinced that he is. If he is. He is doing it under threat or order - when it comes to the military, it's the same thing.

Voice Testing *Homeless

How much have you seen? I don't want to spoil you :)

I have seen both seasons! :D and I apologize that I am no where near as smart as Mycroft!

I'm not as smart as Sherlock - we'll muddle through XD

Muddle, muddle, muddle!

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