The detective pulled the chair back and sat down slowly opposite the young man in the expensive suit. They studied each other for a few moments, sober looks masking both faces. The detective coughed slightly, clearing his throat, and flicked open a small note book. The young man in the expensive suit's eyes followed the detectives right hand as he picked up his pen. The slow,mechanical click of the pen, the gentle, natural brushing of a page turning, the sharp, realistic creak of a chair as one or the other moved slightly, were the only sounds to fill that detectives office for a few moments... before one of the men, finally, spoke. "And when did you last see your brother Mr..." "Holmes, Mycroft Holmes." "Mr Holmes."
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Shut Up And Kiss Me
FanfictionJim came from a broken home, but soon ruled the school. Sherlock came from a loving home, but was bullied at school. An unlikely pair who cause a lot of trouble.
