A Day For Love - Johnlock

Comforting Arms

"You don't think she was just trying to uncover the 'Are Sherlock Holmes And John Watson Dating' thing, do you, Sherlock?" I tried. "She wouldn't be the first..."
We were on our way back to 221B on foot, not trusting an enclosed space inside a taxi.
"The wisest thing to do is to speak to Mycroft," said Sherlock. "He said he would be waiting."
We reached the door without being killed or kidnapped and met Mrs Hudson in the hallway.
"Afternoon, boys," she said brightly, as usual. "Did you have a nice day out?"
"Yes, thank you, Mrs Hudson," Sherlock said. "Is my brother here?"
"No. Were you expecting him, dear?"
"Yes." Sherlock ran his fingers through his hair distractedly. Then he vanished upstairs without another word.
What's the matter, John? Mrs Hudson mouthed. I shrugged my shoulders, though I had a vague idea. I followed him while our landlady made tea and found him staring out of the window, phone in hand. He was agitated.
"Sherlock?" I said tentatively.
"Why isn't he here? He practically is the British Government, why isn't he here? He said he would be."
"He could be late."
"He is never late, except maybe to his own birthday party. And that was deliberate... He is not answering his texts either."
"But... he wouldn't have been taken, would he? Kitty is meant to be working round him, gaining trust, isn't she? Unless she knew you were suspicious." I realise I wasn't making it any easier for the younger brother so I stopped talking.
"He is always within sight of his security," muttered Sherlock. He seemed to be deciding something, then dialled Lestrade's number.
"Hello?"
"It's Sherlock Holmes. My brother, Mycroft, has gone missing."
"Missing? What?" There was a pause and then Greg said, "He was taken to yours just ten minutes ago. He should be there."
"He's not. And do some research on Kitty Riley, would you, and the latest assassin case. I think Mycroft has some part in the plan."
"Right. We'll get on it straightaway, Sherlock, don't worry."
"I'm not worrying," Sherlock muttered, his hand with the phone falling limply at his side. I couldn't help myself but throw my arms around him and hugging him close. There was a shriek from the doorway - Mrs Hudson - but Sherlock didn't push me away. Instead he clung to me.
"It's all right," I murmured. "It's going to be okay, Sherlock. I'm here with you."