Two rings, that was all that Sherlock allowed his mobile to ring out before his trembling fingers held it to his ear-call button pressed. His brothers voice was what he needed now. “Can-can you come round?” Sherlock’s voice wasn’t the same, strong, unemotional voice it usually was-there was signs that he was always crying, choked back emotion that he dared not express just yet.
"Please"
Ah. This was definitely not good. If Sherlock was crying - and from the sound of it, he was - then something was obviously wrong. Mycroft did not like that. Somebody has upset his brother. He was going to have to fix that.