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John's POV

I sat down on one of the large soft new white leather sofas that filled Mycroft's living room. It was a very modern home and miles different to the one I was used to in Baker Street with Sherlock.

I was wondering what on earth Mycroft could want that he would ask me here to talk. He sat down opposite me on a sofa which was the same as mine so that we were talking over the big coffee table.

Then he cleared his throat and began.

Very sorry it's so sort but I wanted to get the first chapter up and see how popular it is. Please review because it'll make me type faster!

Don't worry to anyone reading my other stories, I've had writers block for ages and I thought that if I start writing this then I might be able to get rid of it. Its worked, I've got a Leah's Imprint chapter I'll be writing up as soon as I can!