A.N. Sorry for the slow updates. It was hard to find inspiration to write light hearted texts when Sherlock had just jumped off a building. But don't worry, the muse never dies! It's somewhat like Sherlock in that respect.

(I neglected this in the first chapter…) Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock. If I did, Season 3 would come out much sooner than the fall of 2013.

Bored.

-SH

Sherlock, you are a very clever man. Why don't you employ your talents elsewhere instead of bothering me?

-MH

How would you suggest that I employ them, Mycroft? If you're insinuating that I get a 'real job,' by which you mean 'your job,' I'd rather eat glass.

-SH

You're always welcome at the office, Sherlock.

-MH

Meaning you'd love for me to do your legwork. How's the diet, by the way?

-SH

It's going quite well. Now if you're done bothering me I have a lunch date to attend.

-MH

What, another foreign ambassador? How dull.

-SH

Yes. Very dull. I never have a lunch date simply to have a lunch date. And it's not with a foreign ambassador, it's with a close associate of mine.

-MH

My god, how do you stay sane? I don't have any cases, Moriarty's gone underground… I may just have to get John's gun out again.

-SH

I would highly discourage that, if only to preserve Mrs. Hudson's sanity.

-MH

Sanity is boring.

-SH

I assume living in a warm flat in the winter is boring too?

-MH

Mrs. Hudson is actually quite fond of me. She wouldn't turn me out over a few holes in the wall. –SH

Don't count on it.

-MH

I would. Fondness is funny that way.

-SH

Speaking of fondness, how is John?

-MH

He's out.

-SH

On a date perhaps?

-MH

Possibly. Does it matter?

-SH

Interesting.

-MH

Piss off, Mycroft.

-SH

A.N. Mycroft is written by yours truly and Sherlock is played by the always lovely Blinking Angel. Thanks again to my beta PantyDragon and to you, my reader! I should have another chapter in about a week as it's already written and just needs a beta, so keep a look out.

~charliebrown1234