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It was raining.

Not abnormal, but certainly bothersome on the day Sherlock had to get in contact with his brother. He had no way, had no phone, couldn’t risk being seen currently, and certainly didn’t have enough time to go buy a disguise in a store, nor the money, without being seen.

Instead, he was standing in the middle of a very empty, dark street waving his arms wildly at a security camera and still somehow making sure no one could see him. He gave a final huff after a good twenty minutes of flailing and trudged into a nearby wood.

He found plenty of mud and his hair was just long enough that he could pull it all over and make himself look homeless. He grimaced at his reflection in a puddle once he returned to a more occupied street, but it had worked. He wasn’t recognisable to anyone who may have just seen a picture of him in the papers.

Sherlock heaved a relieved sigh when the first payphone he passed rang loudly. He jumped towards it and put the phone to his ear.

“Mycroft!” he barked.

“Yes, Sherlock?” was Mycroft’s amused reply. Sherlock sneered.

“This is getting ridiculous. I shouldn’t have to wait that long for you to find me on camera.”

“Oh, I saw you within the first minute. You’re the one who assumed otherwise. It was quite amusing, however, to see you jump around like a banshee. I hope you’ll do the same every time you contact me from now on.”

“I need a cell phone and I would like a fake ID and credit card,” Sherlock seethed. Mycroft was silent. “Mycroft!”

“We agreed, Sherlock.”

“I know we agreed. I’ve changed my mind.”

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