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"Mycroft," Sherlock said, throwing himself down on his sofa.

"What, may I ask, brings you all the way down here," Mycroft said. John wondered suddenly when the actual last time either of the brothers had been in the same room because Sherlock came to visit. How many years had it been exactly?

"I thought you'd be happy to see me," Sherlock said. "You're always begging me to visit, begging me to get interested in your business."

"I never beg," Mycroft said.

"But you do want me here. I want to learn a bit about what you do," Sherlock said with a big and fake smile.

"Sit down, both of you," Mycroft said, indicating two chairs in the center of the room. He rose from his seat behind the desk and found a place in one of the arm chairs around a coffee table. He was still on the other side of the coffee table from John and Sherlock. "Why don't we stop dancing around this, I am aware about what you can to ask."

"Ah, still on high security observation?" Sherlock asked.

"Of course," Mycroft said.

"I'm not a child; the business with the woman was cleared up, was it not? You don't have to try and protect me from everything," Sherlock said, his eyes narrowing a bit, especially when he felt John shift uncomfortably next to him. Clearly they both still thought she was dead. Foolish.

"You were on high security observation before that."

"You admit it," Sherlock said.

"Frankly, Sherlock, you are too much of a security risk to not have on observation. Now, ask me your question,"

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