Sherlock would occasionally stop by Isabelle's flat. It was the most he could do, seeing as he wasn't very good at consoling people, but he liked Bella enough to at least see how she was. When she came over he enjoyed being able to talk to someone, usually buried in work. It was all he ever did these past few weeks, is figure out who killed the two lovers. So far he was getting nowhere. It was bothering him, day after day looking the evidence over hundreds of times a day and still not think of anything.
When him and Isabelle were talking in his flat, he was sitting on the floor surrounded with work. He visibly showed is annoyance when Mycroft walked into the room, and quickly the annoyance turned into anger when Mycroft started to treat him like a child. "Have you come here to help, or just hinder my ability to think further?" Sherlock snapped at Mycroft. The bothers glared at one another. "I've come to help," Mycroft admitted finally. "Well we don't need it," Sherlock growled. Mycroft started to laugh, and Sherlock looked to Isabelle, who was giving him a weird look, as if saying 'screw your pride, accept his help'.
Sherlock's lips pursed as he looked back to Mycroft. "What information do you have to give us?" He mumbled. Mycroft gave his brother a smile. "Have you thought of seeing who's bought the items for the poison anytime soon?" Mycroft asked. Sherlock instantly grew impatient, looking annoyed again. "Mycroft, all of the stupid mixtures are common all over the world..." Mycroft had a little, annoying, triumphant look on his face. "Not in the added poison in the first victim... It has violet extract... It's extremely rare, and there are only a few buyers in the entire world..."
When him and Isabelle were talking in his flat, he was sitting on the floor surrounded with work. He visibly showed is annoyance when Mycroft walked into the room, and quickly the annoyance turned into anger when Mycroft started to treat him like a child. "Have you come here to help, or just hinder my ability to think further?" Sherlock snapped at Mycroft. The bothers glared at one another. "I've come to help," Mycroft admitted finally. "Well we don't need it," Sherlock growled. Mycroft started to laugh, and Sherlock looked to Isabelle, who was giving him a weird look, as if saying 'screw your pride, accept his help'.
Sherlock's lips pursed as he looked back to Mycroft. "What information do you have to give us?" He mumbled. Mycroft gave his brother a smile. "Have you thought of seeing who's bought the items for the poison anytime soon?" Mycroft asked. Sherlock instantly grew impatient, looking annoyed again. "Mycroft, all of the stupid mixtures are common all over the world..." Mycroft had a little, annoying, triumphant look on his face. "Not in the added poison in the first victim... It has violet extract... It's extremely rare, and there are only a few buyers in the entire world..."