Sherlock took James back to Mycroft's flat to शावर, शॉवर and change. Once he was in the kitchen, Sherlock pulled Mycroft aside.
'Moriarty is in London.'
'How do आप know?'
'James चुरा लिया two grand from him. That's why आप haven't heard from him, he's been in hiding.'
'Have आप called Scotland yard?'
'Not yet, If Moriarty knows we're on to him..He'll vanish. We'll have to bide our time with this one.'
'Alright, James can stay in the other guest room for now. आप should probably call Joan.'
'No.'
'No? She has a right to know brother.'
'She doesn't need any और stress, it's not good for her या the baby.'
'But if she finds out..'
'Well she won't, will she?' Sherlock gave him a stiff stare. Mycroft shook his head in reply. 'Good.' James emerged from the kitchen.
'Is everything alright?'
'Perfectly fine. Mycroft's offered आप a room.'
'There's no need...'
'James, your my friend. आप need to stay somewhere he won't find...'
'He knows i'm फ्रेंड्स with you. He followed me one night..He saw me with you.' He picked up his stuff. 'If he knows i'm फ्रेंड्स with you..He probably knows where आप live..I can't put आप in danger like that.' He left the flat. Mycroft turned to Sherlock, who was sitting with his head in his hands.
'Sherlock?'
'I'm never going to shake this man am I? He's everywhere i go.'
'He doesn't even know your here...'
'You don't know that...He could have spys searching for James, one may have saw me in the park this morning....'
'What were आप doing there?'
'Familiarizing myself. Then i stopped and sat down, Remembering how mother use to bring us there.'
'Sherlock...You need to get over this. She's...'
'I know! But i miss her!'
'And आप think i don't?'
'Your not the one who found her, lying there...'
'Stop it.'
'I was twelve years old...Imagine that. Being twelve and finding your mother..Lying dead...desperately trying to wake her..but..she wouldn't.'
'Sherlock..It wasn't your fault. She was depressed...'
'But i should have seen it!' Mycroft went over and held him. Sherlock began to cry into his shirt.
'It's alright. Shhhh..' They stayed like that for awhile until Sherlock fell asleep. Mycroft looked at his little brother and wondered how he would cope if he told him the truth. He let a tear fall down his cheek, the first time he had cried in years.
Sherlock knew he was dreaming, he woke beside Joan. She looked so beautiful. Then he heard a cry. He got up and went into Joan's old room, and there...was his son. He went over to the cot and picked him up. He had Joan's eyes. He stood with him for a moment then Joan came in.
'I see आप met Joseph.'
'He's beautiful.' He leaned down and kissed his head. He looked at Joan and smiled but as soon as he about to किस her, he woke.
'Mycroft?' He heard his brother come downstairs.
'You alright?'
'I'm fine just..had a weird dream that's all.' He sat up on the couch. 'I need to pack my things.'
'Your not going already?'
'Moriarty is here, and if finds me..the changes are i won't be.'
'Sherlock, आप need to confront your demons not runaway from them.'
'So..what are आप suggesting?'
'...Find him. दिखाना him your not afraid then...the police can do what they like with him.' Sherlock thought about it for a moment.
'Your right but i won't listen to the police...I'll do it my way.'
An घंटा past, and Sherlock went out to find Moriarty. Mycroft stayed in the flat, praying he would come back and for the strength to tell him the truth.
Sherlock walked around for awhile then stopped at the busy market square. He looked round, trying to notice anyone अभिनय strange. He then spotted someone talking pictures of him, he made his way over but the figure made a break for it. He ran after them, half way though the chase he remembered a passage way his mother showed him. The figure stopped and looked back thinking he'd लॉस्ट him but as turned round Sherlock grabbed his coat.
'Where is he?'
'Who?'
'Moriarty.' Sherlock shoved the man against a wall. 'Tell me.'
'You think आप can scare me? Only he can do that.' Sherlock shoved him harder then placed his hand on one of the man's pressure points.
'I know alot about the human body..so i know where to apply pressure. So if i do this...' He pushed down harder and the man screamed in pain. 'Now..tell me where he is.'
'He's...He's in the west end of London.. at an abandoned warehouse.'
'That's all i wanted.' He dropped the man and he ran off. He now knew where Moriarty was but... why was he so afraid?
Joan kept checking her phone every five minutes, still nothing. She dialed his number.
'Hey Sherlock. I haven't heard from आप since yesterday so i was wondering how things are going with the case?...Also wondering if आप thought of any names? I know we still have three months but...It doesn't matter, just phone me when आप get this, alright? Bye.'
Sherlock went back to 221b, planning his अगला move.
'You should phone Scotland Yard.'
'Whose in charge?'
'Alldridge.'
'He doesn't like me. What about Lestrade? Where's he?'
'Still works there but is now back in uniform...He has some trouble with authority.'
'That's why i like him. he's willing to go outside the law.'
'Match made in heaven(!). Have आप told Joan yet?'
'No, not yet.'
'Well..if आप won't i will.' He picked up his phone and dialed her number.
'Mycroft..Don't.'
'You कहा आप didn't want to hurt her, keeping this from her will.' Sherlock grabbed the phone out of his hand and disconnected it.
'You tell her..and i will never call आप brother again.'
'Like that will make a difference. I haven't seen आप in three years...Felt like i never had a brother at all.'
'I was in rehab remember?'
'You could have phoned.'
'You know what.. sometimes i wish i never had a brother.'
'Well आप won't have in a few months!' Sherlock looked at him, confused.
'What?'
'I'm...I'm dying Sherlock. Of cancer, of all things. I had treatment but..it failed and i couldn't ask आप for a donation as आप were in rehab for your drug addictions which would have made me even और ill...'
'When were आप going to tell me this?'
'Soon... after all this.'
'Are you...still getting treatment?'
'On and off.'
'Does..father know?'
'He does. He was with me when i got told.'
'And आप never thought of telling me?'
'Of course i did! But i knew how आप still felt about Mother's death..'
'How considerate of you(!) आप know, despite what i did..I still care about you. But now...I couldn't give a dam about what happens to you. After i find Moriarty, i never....want to see आप again.'
'Sherl...' Suddenly an explosion rippled it's way thought 221B.
Joan had finished painting the baby's room when her phone went off.
'Hello...Yes this is she...What!? Is he alright!? Ok...I don't think Captain Greg...You'll send someone?... Alright, i'll be at the airport in ten..Thank you.' She hung up and made her way out. She was going to लंडन whether the police liked it या not.
Sherlock woke amongst the rubble, He had fallen through the floor. He tried to get up but his torso was trapped under a pile of shrapnel.
'Mycroft!?' No one answered him, he managed to get up slightly and looked around for him. 'Mycroft!? Mycroft!.' He looked up and saw a arm dangling through the hole he fell through.
'Mycroft?' Suddenly the floor above him collapsed. 'Mycroft!' He watched as his brother's body fell amongst the rubble. 'No..Please no...'
'Hello? Is anyone there?'
'Over here.' Suddenly Sherlock saw Lestrade, standing over him. 'Lestrade?'
'Holmes? What are आप doing here?'
'No time..You need to get Mycroft out of here. He's could be badly injured, his body fell from the चोटी, शीर्ष floor just moments ago.'
'What about you?'
'You can get me out once आप found him. Go!.' A few मिनटों later, they had Mycroft on a stretcher and took him out of one of the ambulances. 'Lestrade, is he..?'
'No, he's alive. Now, let's get आप out eh?' It took them a while to removed the shrapnel from on चोटी, शीर्ष of him, it had opened his old scar up so he was bleeding quite a bit. Once they got to the hospital, Sherlock was placed अगला to his brother in one of the rooms.
'Mycroft? Can आप hear me? Please..don't die, i never meant what i कहा to you..I was just angry.. I want आप to be part of my life, of my son's life...He needs someone like आप to keep him in check...I'm so sorry..' He took his brother's hand and began to cry. 'Please god...Don't take another from me.'
'Moriarty is in London.'
'How do आप know?'
'James चुरा लिया two grand from him. That's why आप haven't heard from him, he's been in hiding.'
'Have आप called Scotland yard?'
'Not yet, If Moriarty knows we're on to him..He'll vanish. We'll have to bide our time with this one.'
'Alright, James can stay in the other guest room for now. आप should probably call Joan.'
'No.'
'No? She has a right to know brother.'
'She doesn't need any और stress, it's not good for her या the baby.'
'But if she finds out..'
'Well she won't, will she?' Sherlock gave him a stiff stare. Mycroft shook his head in reply. 'Good.' James emerged from the kitchen.
'Is everything alright?'
'Perfectly fine. Mycroft's offered आप a room.'
'There's no need...'
'James, your my friend. आप need to stay somewhere he won't find...'
'He knows i'm फ्रेंड्स with you. He followed me one night..He saw me with you.' He picked up his stuff. 'If he knows i'm फ्रेंड्स with you..He probably knows where आप live..I can't put आप in danger like that.' He left the flat. Mycroft turned to Sherlock, who was sitting with his head in his hands.
'Sherlock?'
'I'm never going to shake this man am I? He's everywhere i go.'
'He doesn't even know your here...'
'You don't know that...He could have spys searching for James, one may have saw me in the park this morning....'
'What were आप doing there?'
'Familiarizing myself. Then i stopped and sat down, Remembering how mother use to bring us there.'
'Sherlock...You need to get over this. She's...'
'I know! But i miss her!'
'And आप think i don't?'
'Your not the one who found her, lying there...'
'Stop it.'
'I was twelve years old...Imagine that. Being twelve and finding your mother..Lying dead...desperately trying to wake her..but..she wouldn't.'
'Sherlock..It wasn't your fault. She was depressed...'
'But i should have seen it!' Mycroft went over and held him. Sherlock began to cry into his shirt.
'It's alright. Shhhh..' They stayed like that for awhile until Sherlock fell asleep. Mycroft looked at his little brother and wondered how he would cope if he told him the truth. He let a tear fall down his cheek, the first time he had cried in years.
Sherlock knew he was dreaming, he woke beside Joan. She looked so beautiful. Then he heard a cry. He got up and went into Joan's old room, and there...was his son. He went over to the cot and picked him up. He had Joan's eyes. He stood with him for a moment then Joan came in.
'I see आप met Joseph.'
'He's beautiful.' He leaned down and kissed his head. He looked at Joan and smiled but as soon as he about to किस her, he woke.
'Mycroft?' He heard his brother come downstairs.
'You alright?'
'I'm fine just..had a weird dream that's all.' He sat up on the couch. 'I need to pack my things.'
'Your not going already?'
'Moriarty is here, and if finds me..the changes are i won't be.'
'Sherlock, आप need to confront your demons not runaway from them.'
'So..what are आप suggesting?'
'...Find him. दिखाना him your not afraid then...the police can do what they like with him.' Sherlock thought about it for a moment.
'Your right but i won't listen to the police...I'll do it my way.'
An घंटा past, and Sherlock went out to find Moriarty. Mycroft stayed in the flat, praying he would come back and for the strength to tell him the truth.
Sherlock walked around for awhile then stopped at the busy market square. He looked round, trying to notice anyone अभिनय strange. He then spotted someone talking pictures of him, he made his way over but the figure made a break for it. He ran after them, half way though the chase he remembered a passage way his mother showed him. The figure stopped and looked back thinking he'd लॉस्ट him but as turned round Sherlock grabbed his coat.
'Where is he?'
'Who?'
'Moriarty.' Sherlock shoved the man against a wall. 'Tell me.'
'You think आप can scare me? Only he can do that.' Sherlock shoved him harder then placed his hand on one of the man's pressure points.
'I know alot about the human body..so i know where to apply pressure. So if i do this...' He pushed down harder and the man screamed in pain. 'Now..tell me where he is.'
'He's...He's in the west end of London.. at an abandoned warehouse.'
'That's all i wanted.' He dropped the man and he ran off. He now knew where Moriarty was but... why was he so afraid?
Joan kept checking her phone every five minutes, still nothing. She dialed his number.
'Hey Sherlock. I haven't heard from आप since yesterday so i was wondering how things are going with the case?...Also wondering if आप thought of any names? I know we still have three months but...It doesn't matter, just phone me when आप get this, alright? Bye.'
Sherlock went back to 221b, planning his अगला move.
'You should phone Scotland Yard.'
'Whose in charge?'
'Alldridge.'
'He doesn't like me. What about Lestrade? Where's he?'
'Still works there but is now back in uniform...He has some trouble with authority.'
'That's why i like him. he's willing to go outside the law.'
'Match made in heaven(!). Have आप told Joan yet?'
'No, not yet.'
'Well..if आप won't i will.' He picked up his phone and dialed her number.
'Mycroft..Don't.'
'You कहा आप didn't want to hurt her, keeping this from her will.' Sherlock grabbed the phone out of his hand and disconnected it.
'You tell her..and i will never call आप brother again.'
'Like that will make a difference. I haven't seen आप in three years...Felt like i never had a brother at all.'
'I was in rehab remember?'
'You could have phoned.'
'You know what.. sometimes i wish i never had a brother.'
'Well आप won't have in a few months!' Sherlock looked at him, confused.
'What?'
'I'm...I'm dying Sherlock. Of cancer, of all things. I had treatment but..it failed and i couldn't ask आप for a donation as आप were in rehab for your drug addictions which would have made me even और ill...'
'When were आप going to tell me this?'
'Soon... after all this.'
'Are you...still getting treatment?'
'On and off.'
'Does..father know?'
'He does. He was with me when i got told.'
'And आप never thought of telling me?'
'Of course i did! But i knew how आप still felt about Mother's death..'
'How considerate of you(!) आप know, despite what i did..I still care about you. But now...I couldn't give a dam about what happens to you. After i find Moriarty, i never....want to see आप again.'
'Sherl...' Suddenly an explosion rippled it's way thought 221B.
Joan had finished painting the baby's room when her phone went off.
'Hello...Yes this is she...What!? Is he alright!? Ok...I don't think Captain Greg...You'll send someone?... Alright, i'll be at the airport in ten..Thank you.' She hung up and made her way out. She was going to लंडन whether the police liked it या not.
Sherlock woke amongst the rubble, He had fallen through the floor. He tried to get up but his torso was trapped under a pile of shrapnel.
'Mycroft!?' No one answered him, he managed to get up slightly and looked around for him. 'Mycroft!? Mycroft!.' He looked up and saw a arm dangling through the hole he fell through.
'Mycroft?' Suddenly the floor above him collapsed. 'Mycroft!' He watched as his brother's body fell amongst the rubble. 'No..Please no...'
'Hello? Is anyone there?'
'Over here.' Suddenly Sherlock saw Lestrade, standing over him. 'Lestrade?'
'Holmes? What are आप doing here?'
'No time..You need to get Mycroft out of here. He's could be badly injured, his body fell from the चोटी, शीर्ष floor just moments ago.'
'What about you?'
'You can get me out once आप found him. Go!.' A few मिनटों later, they had Mycroft on a stretcher and took him out of one of the ambulances. 'Lestrade, is he..?'
'No, he's alive. Now, let's get आप out eh?' It took them a while to removed the shrapnel from on चोटी, शीर्ष of him, it had opened his old scar up so he was bleeding quite a bit. Once they got to the hospital, Sherlock was placed अगला to his brother in one of the rooms.
'Mycroft? Can आप hear me? Please..don't die, i never meant what i कहा to you..I was just angry.. I want आप to be part of my life, of my son's life...He needs someone like आप to keep him in check...I'm so sorry..' He took his brother's hand and began to cry. 'Please god...Don't take another from me.'
