Chapter 21

John's POV

It was late on the first saturday night of us being at the resort, and a few of us were sitting in the resorts lounging area, watching telly, when it flicked to a news report.

"We interrupt this program to bring you news on the death of the wealthy businessman, Richard Cory. Mr. Cory was found in his apartment an hour ago with a bullet wound to his head. At the moment, the police are confident it is a suicide. We will bring you updates when we get them," the news reporter said, before it flicked back to the show.

I turned to see an excited gleam in Sherlock's eyes, and Mycroft seemed to notice as well. "You shouldn't be smiling," he murmured in his younger brothers ear, "it isn't decent."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, before turning his gaze on Moriarty. I could tell Sherlock had noticed something that I didn't, but I ignored it and went back to laughing with my friends. I wasn't hoping to get tangled into a murder case anytime soon, but knowing my boyfriend, who wanted to become a 'Consulting Detective.' the only one in the world because he made the job up. he would get involved and I would follow him into it.

When we retired for the night, Sherlock and I got into our boxer shorts, and got into our bed. We kissed for a while, but I knew he wasn't really into it; he was focusing on Richard Cory.

I sighed and pulled away. "Are you going to fill me in?"

"Huh? Oh, right, Richard Cory."

"Yeah."

"The man had power, grace, and style. He was living what you would call 'the dream'. He was rich, too, and people who knew him said he owned half the town he lived in. This guy, Richard Cory, had no reason to kill himself. He wouldn't do it. There's something here that I'm missing, just a tiny little thing that I need to work out."

"So you're saying this is a murder case?"

"Yes, yes I am."

I tried to stay awake with Sherlock, who just lay there, caught in the corridors of his Mind Palace, but eventually I felt myself fall asleep.

I woke up as the sunlight streamed through the window, and the smell of the sea came rushing in my nostrils, and I opened my eyes, and saw Sherlock, still lying in the exact same position as I had left him. His eyes were closed, but I knew he was awake.

I got up and got dressed into some shorts and a tight, white t-shirt, and then I went down to the restaurant to get some breakfast. I sat with my usual group, Mycroft was once again there, and he watched me as I sat down with my food.

"Where's Sherlock?" He asked me.

"He's in his Mind Palace. I figured he wouldn't eat anyway, so I thought I'd come get some food by myself."

"Richard Cory?" Mycroft guessed.

"Yep, he's not going to give up on that is he?"

"Of course he's not," Greg pitched in, "it'll be harder to lure him away once Mr. Holmes gives him the information for it."

I groaned, and noticed everyone else looking at us, wondering who this Richard Cory bloke was. I cleared my throat and continued eating.

Slowly everyone else began talking again, and Mycroft slipped away, with some papers in his hand.

"Hey, John, do you want to come for a swim with us?" Greg asked me, as we finished eating.

"Yeah, that'd be good."

Greg, Mike, Andy, Henry, and a few other boys and I went down to the beach. It was still early in the morning, but it was already hot, with not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun was shining, and the sand was hot beneath our feet, making it look like we were walking on hot coal as we made our way to the water.

I threw off my shirt as we walked, and dumped it on the sand, before racing the rest of the way into the water, diving under the beautifully cool water.

I swam a fair way out in the clear, blue, pristine water, before rising to the surface, breathing in the fresh air.

The guys and I began playing around in the water, and I couldn't help but feel bad. Should I be helping Sherlock? What if he suddenly needs my assistance? 'No, John, I told myself, you're here to have fun, not get caught up in a murder investiagation. Enjoy yourself.' I pushed all thoughts of Sherlock out of my head as best I could, and continued to have fun with my friends.

Sherlock's POV

I heard a knock at the door, which brought me out of my Mind Palace. "John, door," I said shortly. 

They knocked again. "Seriously, John, can you get the door?" The door opened and someone walked in.

"He's not here, Sherlock," my big brother Mycroft's voice boomed down at me. I shuddered, being reminded of my childhood. I quickly deleted those memories, and opened my eyes.

"What? Where is he?"

"He's having fun with his friends, like he should be. He is on camp, you realise, at an expensive beach resort. He's making the most of his opportunities."

I waved my hand in the air dismissively. "I see what you're hinting at, and I'm ignoring it. We've been to better, I'm an exception," I regarded my brother for a moment and sighed. "You know I notice everything, Mycroft, so why could you not tidy yourself up before coming to visit me?"

Mycroft wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a brown waistcoat, and black dress trousers, and expensive shoes. His dark hair was sticking up in a natural way, and the stubble was back.

"Consider it payback from the other day. Don't think I don't know what you and John were up to. But go on, enlighten me as to what gave me away."

"Your collar is crumpled, like someone has grabbed you by it, your lips are still slightly swollen, you were kissing very early this morning, actually, more than that, because your lips would be back at usual size by now, oh, and the obvious fact of the way you're standing."

"The way I am standing?"

"Oh, come now, dear brother, you know what I mean. You might need a blow up donut to sit on, might help ease the pain."

Mycroft groaned. "Sherlock this is ridiculous!"

"No, it's not, actually. You have the papers for me though," I nodded towards the papers in his hand, and went to grab them, but he moved them away.

"Sherlock, these are top secret, no one is allowed to know you have them, and no one other than yourself is allowed to see the contents. I obtained these from the Government, and I don't want to lose my job there, thank you very much." Mycroft also had a 'minor' role in the British Government, but really, he was the British Government.

"Thank you, brother dear," I told him truthfully. We had a civilised moment before I dismissed him from my presence.

Finally, I had something to work with!