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TWENTY NINE

"You sound cross." Lady Smallwood says, moving her hands to her hips and turning to him once again. "Am I going to be taken away by security again?" Rolling her eyes, Genesis steps away from them slightly to lean on the back of an occupied chair.

"I have, I think, apologised extensively."

"You haven't made it up to me." Genesis rolls her eyes, watching Sherlock once again disappear from one screen and appearing on another.

"And how am I supposed to do that?" Genesis looks over her shoulder, standing straight and walking back over to them, turning her back to the screen.

"Box of chocolates maybe? What's your favourite? Guylian? After Eights?" Her finger was pointed lazily in Lady Smallwood's direction, a smirk on her face as the woman's jaw set carefully. Discarding her focus on the older woman she looks up at Mycroft. "Have you called John? He might be able to help." Mycroft nods and begins his search for John's number.

"What are you doing here, Miss Magnussen?" Looking away from Mycroft, her arms crossed over her chest, Genesis puffs out her cheeks and pokes the floor with the toe of her shoe.

"Well, I was living quite peacefully on the coast of Wales until you had consulted Sherlock about my dad. So, Dad came and found me, brought me back to spy on Sherlock to gain a one-up on him and you; but then Sherlock killed him so now I'm on the good side of things I guess." She leans closer to the woman. "You wouldn't expect it but Mycroft is definitely a baby person." Her offers a toothy smile as the woman sighs and rubs her temple exhaustively.

"I meant, you don't have clearance-" There's a snicker around the room catching the attention of all three of them.

"What is it? What... what now?" Mycroft turns to the room, his phone still pressed against his his ear.

"Sorry, um, traced his route on the map." Mycroft and Genesis both stepped forward to see that Sherlock's route had clearly written 'FUCK OFF' on the map. Genesis began laughing along with the few sniggering in the room as Mycroft sighed at his brother's childish and ignorant behaviour.

"Is he with someone?"

"Not sure. We keep losing visual. Mostly we're tracking his phone." Mycroft shakes his head and turns away as John finally answers his phone.

As Mycroft tried to talk some sense into John, Genesis silently tagged along, hoping he could succeed in some sort of engagement.

"Sherlock going rogue is a legitimate security concern. The fact that I'm his brother changes absolutely nothing. It didn't the last time, and I assure you, it won't with... with Sherlock." As he hastily ends the call with John, who was no doubt questioning him about his slip-up, he diverts his gaze from Genesis.

"Do you still speak to Sherrinford?"

"I get regular updates."

"And?" Mycroft straightens his posture and nods affirmatively.

"Sherrinford is secure." Genesis looks between the two in confusion. For a moment all she could think about was Eurus and the amount of time she freaked her out as a kid.

"Is that where-?" She trails off as Mycroft nods as Lady Smallwood looks on in disbelief.

"She knows?"

"I grew up with her." She states matter-of-factly before turning back to Mycroft. "John won't help?" He shakes his head. She nods, inhaling sharply before cracking her neck. "I'll go after him if you want." Mycroft knits his eyebrows together, looking down at her as if she had grown a second head.

"I thought you two were amidst a, quote on quote, 'grudge war'." She nods.

"We are. He still Sherlock, though... I'll go if no one else will." Before Mycroft can comment on her sudden affection towards his brother she cracks her knuckles shortly. "Mrs H will give him a good telling off, I'm sure." Lady Smallwood agrees that she should go before Mycroft does. Eventually he sighs and nods. "Great! I'll need some trainers and his location. Until then, I will be in the nearest lavatory getting changed." With a quick smile she jogs from the room, clutching her handbag which held a pair of joggers and a jumper she had found in the wash- she was fairly certain it was Mycroft's.

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The sun was beginning to rise and Sherlock was still walking. Genesis, dressed in her joggers, stolen jumper and borrowed shoes, was winding her way down alleyways and through early morning crowds. There was a commotion around the corner, the exact same place Sherlock's phone was supposed to be. Picking up her feet, she begins jogging down the street to see a crowd and a line of stopped cars yelling at a man. As she pushed through the throng she noticed a familiar trench coat and head of curls.

"Sherlock!" When she yelled his name the crowd began to split for her. She jogged up for him and gripped the sides of his arms to keep him from moving. His eyes widened upon seeing her. "Sherlock! What are you doing?"

"Genesis?" His words were slurred, tired. She sighed and shook her head before hooking his arm over her shoulder.

"Come on! Get out of the road!" She throws a smile at the man getting out of his car. "Thanks for not running him over." Pointing a finger at Sherlock, the man advised for her to get him some help before climbing into his car and driving away. As Genesis continued to drag Sherlock away from the scene she pulled up Mycroft's number on her phone to tell him she had found him. Sherlock pulled away from her and stumbled forward. He tripped over his own feet and almost fell to the ground. Rushing forwards, she gripped his arm again. "Holy shit. How high are you?" He careened away from her with an offended look on his face.

"Genesis!" He hissed in a disapproving tone. "It's 'hi, how are you?' Where are your manners?" He slurred. Rolling her eyes, she kept an iron grip on his arm as they began walking up Baker Street. He didn't say much the entire trip until she reached the front door of 221 and began searching his coat for his keys. "You're a good friend." He said and when she didn't look up he continued speaking. "I also missed you when you left." He raised his eyebrows as if he had only just come to that conclusion until he stumbled slightly.

Gripping his collar in order to keep him upright, Genesis turned back to knock on the door.

"Mhm, that's nice, Sherlock. Maybe it'll mean more when you're not completely intoxicated on God knows what." The door swung open to reveal a worried Mrs Hudson flapping around.

"Oh, Sherlock! Where have you been?" Genesis shoved him into the building and stood in the doorway so he couldn't leave.

"Make sure he gets some water and food down him, Mrs H." She looks back at her with a small smile.

"Oh, thank you, Genesis. Would you like to stay for a cup of tea?" Side-eyeing Sherlock, Genesis smiles kindly at Mrs Hudson and shakes her head.

"No thank you. I've been searching for him all night, I could do with some rest myself." She nods and shows her out.

Once the door was shut and Genesis was at the bottom of the porch she strains to hold in a frustrated scream before spinning and kicking the concrete step. Swearing at the pain that now throbbed in her foot she sits on the step and drops her head into her hands feeling as though she could sleep then and there.

A black car pulled up by the curb and the door opened, Mycroft approached her, looking up at the windows of his brother's apartment before crouching beside Genesis. Using his umbrella to stabilise himself he hesitantly reaches out to rest a hand on her knee. She looks up to see he also looked exhausted.

"He'll be okay. Mrs H is looking after him." Mycroft nods and pats her knee before standing up. Holding his hand out to her he helps her stand. An involuntary puddle of tears gathers in her eyes as she yawns. Laughing at the dampness around her eyes, she wipes them and looks up at him with a tired smile. "Look at us, losing sleep over a drug addict." Mycroft smiles and nods, wrapping his arm around her shoulder for support as he guides her to the car.