[It doesn't take Mycroft Holmes to deduce that Sherlock is clearly under the influence of something, and in trouble.
With every new word, something sinks in the 24-year-old's stomach. With every word, his regrets at not checking in with Sherlock, with not paying him as much attention as he should, hit home.
Oh, Sherlock, what have you done?]
I'll be there right away.
[He clearly didn't want their parents to know what he had gotten himself into.
Mycroft had run out of the office. He was holding his suit jacket in one hand and frantically trying to wave down a taxi with the other, and contemplating just what exactly was he going to do when he found Sherlock? A harried barked order to the cab that had driven up to the curb, and he was on his way.
He could only imagine just what sort of place was Seventeen Mellar Street as they pulled up to it.]
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With every new word, something sinks in the 24-year-old's stomach. With every word, his regrets at not checking in with Sherlock, with not paying him as much attention as he should, hit home.
Oh, Sherlock, what have you done?]
I'll be there right away.
[He clearly didn't want their parents to know what he had gotten himself into.
Mycroft had run out of the office. He was holding his suit jacket in one hand and frantically trying to wave down a taxi with the other, and contemplating just what exactly was he going to do when he found Sherlock? A harried barked order to the cab that had driven up to the curb, and he was on his way.
He could only imagine just what sort of place was Seventeen Mellar Street as they pulled up to it.]