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[bigbrotheriswatching]

Can I help you?

[Glancing up.]

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He sighs frustrated.]

Why am I here?

[bigbrotheriswatching]

[Ah, Sherlock. The most welcome in the stream of problem cases that have been through Mycroft's office today. He sets down the file he's been reading, and moves to go get the door.]

Because you're facing criminal charges, again.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Oh yes, because kidnapping people on a regular basis to flaunt your power is completely legal.

[Sherlock's less amused by these antics than John.]

[bigbrotheriswatching]

Stop. Getting. Caught.

[Mycroft orders him, punctuating each word carefully.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

How's the diet?

[Sherlock asks as he reaches into his pocket and pops a candy into his mouth with a grin.]

[bigbrotheriswatching]

[He takes a deep breath, and rolls his eyes. Counts back from three.]

Sherlock.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock is not going to let this go, Mycroft.]

Oh, going poorly, then?

[Yes, that's a mocking tone. Then he drops it just as suddenly.]

Fine. What is it I'm meant to have done?

[bars_and_bars]

I don't suppose you have a light I...

[Lifts up his cast covered hand]

Having trouble.

[bigbrotheriswatching]

Ah, of course. I apologize for being brusque.

[Moving to help.]

[bars_and_bars]

Believe me, you being a little shot with me is the least of my worries right now.

[Topher turns a little, the same side as the broken wrist, his face is badly bruised and cut somewhat.]

Thanks.

[bigbrotheriswatching]

So it would seem. I trust your injuries have received proper treatment?

[Lighting his own cigarette. Mycroft doesn't usually smoke, but the day calls for it.]

[bars_and_bars]

I spent most of the other night in hospital, it could have been worse I..

[Pauses a moment, collecting his thoughts]

My friend's worse off than I am, if he hadn't pushed me out of the way of the car...[words fade and he looks down].. still waiting for him to wake up.

[bigbrotheriswatching]

He's upstairs?

[Nodding over his shoulder at the building.]

[bars_and_bars]

[Nods his head and takes a long drag on the cigarette]

I know I should go see him but.. he's there because of me. His family are up there. I don't think they want to see me right now.

[jimfromit]

Is that any way to address an old friend Mycroft?

[bigbrotheriswatching]

No, I suppose it wouldn't be.

[If there were such a thing about.]

[jimfromit]

Such negativity is unbecoming of you.

[bigbrotheriswatching]

And you don't have the frame for Westwood.

[Because every once in a while Mycroft's patience goes and he gets mean. Runs in the Holmes family.]

What do you want?

[jimfromit]

[Laughs.] Ah the legendary Holmes boys wit! I love it.

[Jims voice suddenly becomes low and menacing]

I come bearing a gift Mycroft Holmes. A present from the Consultant Criminal. [Jim produces a memory stick from his pocket.]

[bigbrotheriswatching]

Set it on the desk, Mister Moriarty.

[Inclining his head politely.]

Crossover? Crossover!

[cptjackharkness]

Yeah, I sure hope so. We're getting pretty tired of your boys popping 'round over here and putting themselves in dangerous situations where we've got to rescue them.

Especially with the sheer size of the paperwork I have to fill out to keep your lot happy in the first place. I could barely move my hand after this latest round! And you better believe I need that hand after hours...

omg yes.

[bigbrotheriswatching]

You may have the wrong desk.

[Icy.]

[blogging_mystery]

I don't know, [ John says putting the grocery bags down.] You're the one in my flat.

[bigbrotheriswatching]

Ah, John. Good evening.

[blogging_mystery]

[ john starts putting the groceries away in the kitchen, moving a jar of thumbs from the fridge to the counter shaking his head slightly. ]

You realize that makes you sound like a cheesey horror movie villain. Is there something you need?