"Urgent"

Ha. Hardly.

I received a phone call from Ireland at three in the morning today. Apparently, my mother is in a coma and my elder brother would rather that I stay by her side. He completely ignores the fact that if anyone is wanted by my mother at her side - even when she does not know that they are there - it will most certainly not be me.

It's her own fault, anyway. When she stops pushing me away, taking drugs, verbally abusing me, banning me from the family home, and so on, I will return home to her. Perhaps.

Family problems can be so frustrating here.

In other news, the date with Handsome is soon, Sherlock has a problem of his own, Idiot's being an idiot (shock horror! How different), Brownie is a fool, there's a new Detective Inspector around, my personal - number two - assistant accidentally injured my protégé, and I kissed Snuggles. Did I mention that? I should have opened with that.

Anyway, ciao.

JA.

A Date with Snuggles

In five minutes, I walk in to have a date with Snuggles (John Watson), in a French restaurant. Which is why this is a short update.

I also have a date with Handsome on Tuesday evening, and Handsome returns from Spain tomorrow evening. I'm having a little present sent around for him.

Sherlock had a present this morning as well. As expected, he loved it. I knew he would; Sherlock will never be able to resist a human heart with a rare heart condition.

Ta-ta now, my dears.

James~

A Date with Handsome

So, I have a date tonight. In only ten minutes from the time I post it; however, I'm sat outside in the car (a new black Mercedes-Benz for the evening), typing this whilst I wait for the time to pass.

The date is with the very handsome and mature Mycroft Holmes, of all people. He's flying all the way back to London from Spain, just for me. How sweet of him.

Though he has no idea who I actually am. The texts I sent were anonymous, the reservation name "Adam Acker" is anonymous. But it'll all be perfect. I just know it will. With him not knowing who I truly am, I can withhold certain information, and send out only what I wish him to know. Meanwhile, I know mostly about him. Oh, I have done my research on the middle Holmes brother.

I've never dined at the Gauthier Soho before, but the reviews are stunning, and the menu..! Oh, the food sounds delicious. All very expensive, but my luxury funds are unlimited. I will, of course, be paying, to treat him.

Nothing could possibly go wrong, with the timing and distance.

Most likely, everything will go in my favour, and my advantages will be so much more.

And what makes it all the better? Mycroft even believes that it will be perfect. Aw, he's so sweet at times. Especially to me.

--James.