Frustrated Sherlock
Frustrated Sherlock
Sherlock had been texting his brother Mycroft for over two weeks now and no answer. Did Mycroft change his phone number? He's never avoided me for this long before? Sherlock has been quietly asking around for days and no one else seemed to know anything.
For all his deductive powers he was at a total loss. He decided to stop in at Mycroft's office to see if Anthea knew anything. He knocked and stepped into the office and approached the desk.
"Anthea, have you heard from Mycroft?"
"He's out of town on government business."
Sherlock frowned and said, "I've been online and he's been covering his tracks very well."
"Don't try me, Sherlock. You know you won't get any information from me. You know better than to ask." Anthea smiled at Sherlock but he couldn't read her expression. Sherlock stood there looking like a young boy ready to throw a tantrum. Anthea let him stew for a couple of minutes.
"Oh, by the way, Mycroft left this for you before he left."
"Thank you, said Sherlock and walked out of the office and down the street. Anthea peered out the window and chuckled to herself as she watched Sherlock leaving. He walked to a nearby park and sat on a bench. Sherlock looked around him side to side before opening the envelope. It contained a message in a strange code.
"Damn." Sherlock said out loud to himself. He took a pen from his jacket pocket and set to work to crack the code and read the message. He knew this wouldn't be easy as his brother loved to play games with him. This was meant to be a challenge. After struggling with it for a long while the solution was "I'm busy. Get a life." Sherlock was more furious as he had wasted all that time.
Oh, thought Sherlock. Who else may know where Mycroft could be? Then he thought of Detective Inspector Lestrade. Sherlock knew them to be friends so maybe Lestrade would know where Mycroft was. Graham should still be at the precinct. Sherlock was too wired up from frustration to wait on a cab so he decided to walk there from the park near Mycroft’s office. Sherlock's mind was spinning as he thought 'is this a game?' Mycroft's never done anything to this extent before."
Sherlock walked quickly inside to where Sgt. Sally Donavan was standing near the desk.
"Can I speak to DI Lestrade please," he asked the officer. Sally walked over to Lestrade's office door, knocked and opened it.
"The freak wants to speak to you." Sally turned and smirked at Sherlock and walked away.
"Come in," said Greg as Sherlock closed the door.
"What do you need Sherlock?" glancing up at him.
"I can't find Mycroft."
Knowing Mycroft was Sherlock's older brother he laughed and said "He's a grown man. I hardly think he's lost."
"He's never hidden from me like this before. He may be in danger."
Danger. Hardly. Hiding from you most likely, thought Greg to himself. Looking up at Sherlock he observed that he was truly worried and upset.
"Ok Sherlock, let's take a tea break and you call tell me what's going on." They both walked out of the office and out of the precinct and down the street. Greg would have rather have gone and had a pint but he was still on duty. So tea it had to be. They sat at a quiet corner table and ordered their tea.
"Ok Sherlock. Mycroft appears to be busy. That's hardly unusual. Explain what's stressing you.?"
"I just feel there is something wrong."
"Did you talk to Anthea? She usually knows Mycroft's schedule."
"She just told me he is out of London on business."
"And that worries you?" Greg smiled over at Sherlock and sighed while sipping his tea. Greg thought to himself, if you were my little brother I'd hide from you too. You're a whiny pain in the ass. Instead Greg waited for Sherlock to answer.
"Maybe you're right and I am getting all worked up over nothing." They finished their tea and Sherlock walked out with Greg back to the precinct. Walking back to Baker street Sherlock decided to do more research online. He sat at his kitchen table after moving a few experiments out of the way. He opened and turned on his laptop. Where had Mycroft been last before he had dropped out of sight?
Ah, this is interesting. Mycroft had purchased several new suits that he had custom tailored but not at his usual favorite tailor. That was odd. He had recently returned from a fortnight government business trip to Moscow Russia and his whereabouts have been secretive since then. That's intriguing. He must have made travel arrangements since then. Knowing Mycroft made reservations and most travel arrangements under assumed names he knew searching more was a dead end.
I wonder, thought Sherlock, is he traveling alone or with someone? This is really interesting? He will definitely confront Mycroft about this when he returns. Sherlock shut down his laptop and closed it. Sherlock was so frustrated that the situation seemed totally out of his control. But if Mycroft doesn't want to be found he will just have to wait him out.