Class today was back in the proper classroom, much to Sherlock's annoyance. It was also joined by a gentleman who might have, in the vaguest possible manner, resembled their teacher.

Though, the fact that it was the start of this particular weekend and that Sherlock was ignoring his very presence were probably larger clues as to who he was.

"Today we'll be discussing how to deal with impediments to your investigations," Sherlock said sharply, fingers twitching as though for a weapon. Or violin. Considering it was him, they might be one in the same.

Mycroft - who had an umbrella slung casually over his shoulder - simply smiled at the class. "My brother is attempting to make a point to me," he said. "It's really quite childish. Good morning. My name is Mycroft Holmes. I serve the British government in a minor capacity, and I'll be assisting Sherlock in teaching you about some of the, ah, roadblocks."

Sherlock shot him a venomous look for that. "I heard there was a buffet at the hotel. Perhaps you should see how far this promise of 'all-you-can-eat' will be extended."

Ah, sibling rivalry.

"Do try and stay relevant to your own topic, Sherlock," Mycroft sighed, disappointed. "Now, I have to admit I am never one for..." He pulled a face. "...legwork. I cannot help you there, though I know my brother has more than enough experience in the art of... running around. However, there may be a point at which you'll encounter a great deal of bureaucracy."

"I would stay relevant if you would keep your nose out of my affairs," Sherlock snapped, crossing his arms over his chest in an entirely mature fashion. "The best manner to avoid bureaucracy is to bypass it entirely. It's up to the police or government to deal with paperwork, after all."

"My brother doesn't understand the value of political connections," Mycroft sniffed, "Though I hear he possesses some clout among the homeless network. Sometimes, you will simply have to charm your way, especially if you intend to get a look at any important documents..."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "We can't all control the government, Mycroft. It would be dull, anyway."

"Oh, Sherlock." Stop sighing, Mycroft. "Perhaps one day you will learn to nurture the other connections that you have to your benefit."

They had such a healthy relationship, you know. "Shouldn't you be starting a war in Korea now?"

"Oh, no. Though I must shortly return hope to help in the preparations for the Korean elections... but that is of no importance to your class. Please, can we stop this immature display?" Mycroft gave his umbrella a cheery, impossibly upperclass swing.

Behind the two of them, John facepalmed. In fact, John had been facepalming for quite some time at this point. "Yes, please do."

Sherlock scowled at the both of them in a surprisingly polite manner that only came from upperclass breeding. "I want you all to find a partner. One will be trying to restrict your investigation and the other will be circumventing them. Is that understood? Good."

Now he was going to sulk like a teenage girl.

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