I went back into the living room and Sherlock glared at me. I gave him a confused look.

"What did Mycroft want?" Sherlock said dully.

"What?" I say trying to play innocent.

"You are the worst liar." Sherlock said.

"Okay fine, I have to do a job for him." I admitted, sitting down beside him on the couch.

"Where?" He asked quietly.

"Spain." I said.

Sherlock got really quiet.

"It should only take a month." I said.

"That's far too long. What if I need you here. What are you not telling me?" He said standing up and pacing.

"Sherlock. That's your problem, you want everything to be clever. Mycroft needs my help, its a matter of national security." I say pointedly.

"Look at you miss queen and country!" Sherlock yelled sinking into a stupor. Brooding more like. He plopped down into his chair.

"Need I remind you I don't need your permission?" I sassed.

He suddenly got up grabbed his violin and played God Save The Queen. I let out a heavy sigh and went to start packing.

"Always the Drama King..." I grumbled as I left the room.