Deadly Valentine

Its the usual windy Baker Street in London.

Mrs. Hudson just entered the room with two cup of tea and some cookies. Sherlock as usual is half concentrating on adjusting his violin, while John Watson is busy updating his blog.

".. i tell you Sherlock, we should take on that case Lestrade told us.. about that whole family who died in a close room." John cry

"Boring. The father killed them, the key is thrown in the garden. Lestrade might just found them right now." Sherlock does'nt take his eye of the violin.

"Well then, how about the lad that just came in today? You know, he claimed that his mother is missing."

"Missing not more than 24 hours. That mother might just want to escape from her 34 year old son, who still lives in her house." Sherlock in his cynical voice.

"Don't worry Sherlock, you'll always found a good case. Just think about it, right now there's someone who plot a murdee just to beat you." Mrs. Hudson cheerfully added.

"I doubt that, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock respond half-heartedly.

The sound of a door open down stairs, distract them for a while.

"Don't worry its must be your cocky brother." said Mrs. Hudson.

"I'm not so sure he is the cocky one, Mrs. Hudson." said John without taking his eyes of his laptop.

"Don't you ever knocked anymore, Mycroft?" Sherlock finally move his gaze into the door. The guy in question appear at the door

"Happy New Year to you too, brother dear. I assume you have a productive day?" Mycroft reply.

"It's February, Mycroft." Sherlock mock.

"So Happy Valentine then, although it's a bit early since it is in a week."

"You never here just for the holidays, Mycroft. Just let the cats out of the bag, what is the duty that you want us to do." John said.

"Well, maybe I do come here once in a while for the holidays."

"..or checking up if Sherlock use some sauce again." John cheerfully added.

"You got to admit, it's not something that off the table, John." Mycroft softly replied.

"Well, i might just get back with it if there's no good case ever show up."

Mycroft circle the room while his eyes examining the table in front of him.

"I'm afraid you might have a competition brother dear, there's a word out that "He" is back in the game."

"Who does?" ask John.

"Some Belgium detective, an old one." Mycroft answer.

"I thought he is dead." Sherlock say not in a bit of surprised.

"So you heard of it. Have you ever met him?" Mycroft ask.

"Not even wanting to."

Mycroft smile cynically, "Why? Afraid to look in to the mirror? What the future hold for you?"

Sherlock put his violin down in one swing, and