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Mycroft shut the door of his car and pulled out his pocket watch, examining Sherlock and Dr. Watson from the corner of his eye. They were giggling—at a crime scene, but he expected no less from Sherlock—and appeared to be fine. His ridiculous brother should never have taken on that cabby alone, not when the murderer was a part of one of the largest criminal syndicates the British Government has seen.
However, Sherlock might have gotten information of some sort out of the cabby for his troubles. A quick conversation ascertained that he had, and would inform him of the details later. He watched the two leave, John Watson hurrying to catch up with Sherlock’s long strides.
“Interesting, that soldier fellow. He could be the making of my brother. Or make him worse than ever. Either way, we’d better upgrade their surveillance status; Grade 3, Active.”
Anthea frowned next to him.
“Sorry sir, whose status?”
“Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson.” *
“Uh, sorry, this area’s blocked off. You’re going to have to go back around that way.”
Mycroft frowned and looked over at the man who had spoken. Ah, Detective Inspector Lestrade, surprisingly protective of Sherlock, must have heard him talking about the curly-haired menace…
“Yes, of course,” he stated, closely examining the man’s exhausted expression. Cheating wife, separated…he’s quite handsome…
Mycroft slipped calmly back into the car after Anthea, completely ignoring the rest of his incessant deductions. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to put a bit of surveillance on Greg Lestrade as well, if he is to be a close friend of John and Sherlock in the future…