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Mycroft gets home
It was well past eleven when his black car pulled up to his
door and let him out. Anthea always waited until he'd pressed the secret
button in the umbrella stand with the tip of his brolly, the anti-panic
button. That meant that he was alive and well and no one was pointing a gun at
his face. The car pulled away and he laid his back against the door and
sighed. His day had started at two that morning, and Christ help him, brother
or no, if Sherlock said one word about laziness the next time they crossed
Mycroft sighed again. Never mind. He was home. This day
was over until the next text came, the next phone call on the red rotary
telephone that didn't actually dial out as though he was the bloody Batman.
Only a matter of time until they put a Mycroft signal on the top of Big Ben and
flashed a glowing umbrella up against the London clouds.
He peeled his eyes open and pushed away from the door,
taking off his overcoat and
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