#drlecterisin

"Well.. Hello, darling."

There was nothing wrong with him and yet Mycroft insisted on him seeing a psychiatrist.

"I dont need to see a psychiatrist, Mycroft." The younger of the two had insisted. "I am not ill, brother mine."

/'I am not saying you are, Sherlock. I am just saying, since you will not talk to John or I, I have arranged for Doctor Lecter, to come and see you. I here he is very good at what he does.'/

Sherlock made his way towards the eldest. "And, what makes you think that if I will not talk to you or John, that I will talk to this man?"

/'That has crossed my mind, brother mine, but I have no doubt, that in time, you will talk. Its not good to keep things in, as long as you have, Sherlock.'/

But that was how he was.

"If I do this. Will this keep you off my back?", the youngest asked. /'Yes, of course.'/ Fine he would do it, with a faint, forced smile, Sherlock made his way to the door and opened it. "Now leave."

/'Sherlock, you must know, that until you see Doctor Lecter, you will not be going on anymore cases. I've spoken to Gregory -'/

"Who? And, thats not fair, Mycroft!"

/'Gregory Lestrade. Life, isnt fair, Sherlock. You will see the Doctor and judging by his reports. I will allow for you to go back to your little hobby. I do so, wish, that you would find yourself a job, that actually pays. You know how muvh mummy worries.'/

"Its not a hobby and I get paid, Mycroft. I simply go to Gr-", he took a few seconds to think. So he could the name right. "- Greg, when nothing of interest comes up on the site. You cant shut that down."

/'No. I can't, but I have informed John of what's to happen and if you do go ahead and accompany him on one of your cases I will find you and make you come home.'/

To say that Mycroft wasn't threatening would be wrong. However, Sherlock was not afraid of his brother as some might think.

"Alright, we will play the game your way." Again, he opened the door and motioned for him to leave. '/Remember, Sherlock. I've got my eye on you.'/, and with that, he was gone and the echo of the door being slammed, bounced off of the wall and off Sherlock strode. Making his way down the hall to his room.

~ Present Day ~

The police asked him if he had a place to go and he shook his head. Kevin never really talked, anytime he ever had he was always shut down. They helped him out of the yard and started driving him to the police station. Until they found him a place to stay. Kevin packed clothes before they made him leave. 

((hannibal is awesome but i don’t think it’s quite worth getting in a car crash. was everyone okay? it’s up to you, as far as kevin goes, i was just curious. would you like to go to inboxes for plotbunnies or would you rather post a starter?))

((Yeah. It's all good. My head light was the only thing hurt. XD 

((this sounds fun (in a wonderfully angsty and probably quite twisted way). Would Kevin still be blind?))