This is just a reminder of what happened in the last one! I'll update is ASAP!

Adele analysed the situation. The gates where open, and so was the student entrance to the school building. It was obvious that he wanted her to get in.

'Be quiet. He doesn't know you're here, so wait outside.'

'The element of surprise?'

'It's useful. Shut up.'

Adele crept into the gym. The lights were off, but the echo of the door shutting gave her away. She blinked rapidly as someone, presumably Hammet, flicked them on.

Sherlock was standing in the middle if the gym, unhurt, but obviously in no position to try anything. He had his hands up in mock surrender, and looked disgusted. His eyes flashed when he saw Adele, and he raised his eyebrows at her.

'I always knew you would come. Little Adele would never let her only friend die.' Hammet sniggered from the shadows. 'And she couldn't resist being the heroine, for once. And then, Mr Holmes would do anything to stop her getting hurt. Unless the two of you have a little surprise for me, I think I'm doing rather well.'

He took out his gun. Adele and Sherlock did the same. While Hammet was outnumbered two to one, he was generally in a better position. He actually knew what was going on, whereas Adele and Sherlock were still completely in the dark about his motives.

'So. I think little Addie might want to know how this… well, how it all started. Care to explain, Sherly?'

Sherlock frowned. 'Oh, I think you should. You know it so much better than I do.'

'Just remember, I could shoot either of you at any time, if you don't do what I say.'

Sherlock sighed. 'Hammet and I have known each other for quite a while. In fact, we were at school together. Although, he's a few years older.'

'Not that you can tell.' Hammet smirked.

'I think you can. Actually, Hammet and Mycroft were… friends. As far as friendship goes. He was, and always will be a Holmes brother. I must say, both were brilliant. Amazingly intelligent, the pair of them. Of course, I was always living up to the expectations of my older brother. Mycroft Holmes, and his friend Hammet; destined to go into high up jobs in the government.' Sherlock smirked. 'One of them did, anyway. Your teachers would be… disappointed, Hammet. A school? Even I thought you'd do better.'

'Even Sherlock Holmes couldn't guess.' Hammet's voice rang out, and echoed in the almost empty gym.

'I recruited Hammet about a day after I jumped off that roof. Even I can't watch you constantly, Adele, you're so bloody unpredictable. I needed a bit of help, and Hammet was perfectly placed.'

'Lucky coincidence.'

'Hardly. I don't believe in coincidence. Where others see coincidence, I see danger. It's my job. Although, of course, I failed to spot it in this case. Still friends with Mycroft, Hammet?'

'Strained.'

'You might have guessed, Adele. This…'

'Idiot.' Adele felt glad that she'd had a bit of input.

'Was in league with an old friend. Jim Moriarty. Well, he kept it hidden. The contact with Mycroft helped.'

'Mycroft has a track record, of course. Letting people out when he shouldn't. And we've seen how disastrous that can be.' Once again, Hammet offering his lovely but rather pointless opinions. He really needed to shut up. 'I don't know if either of you have realised, but I've had a gun pointed at Addie's head for a few hours now. And a camera watching the flat, which you found. Shame.'

'Any motive, in all of this? Or just for fun?'

'Just for fun. I've been meaning to tell Mycroft for ages but I suppose I was just… biding my time. I have enjoyed this; you two would be marvellous players in my little game of chess. But Moriarty's long gone now, and he was going to give me some help. I don't owe any one any favours, so I may as well… disappear.'

'I could turn you in now.'

'But would you, Sherly? If you turn me in, I'll go. But you'll be bored. Bored forever. I'm all you've got to occupy you, until something else comes along. And we all know that won't be for a long, long time. And what would you say I did? No proof. Apart from the camera sitting on the desk, but that can be gotten rid of in two minutes.'

'Moriarty copycat.'

'Not much he can do about it now, is there?'

Hammet shrugged, and began to pace the gym.

'Well, you two aren't really much use to me now, are you? What to do, what to do? Kill you? But that's so much effort. But it would get rid of the constant threat. Meddling, that's what the pair of you are.'

'Hammet, shut up. Your voice annoys me.'

'Haven't called John yet?'

'No need to get John involved in your stupidity.'

Hammet nodded.

'Any suggestions? Otherwise I'll just shoot the pair of you through the head. This is rather tedious now, you see.'

Someone moved near the door. Mycroft.

Hammet turned, and Adele and Sherlock seized the opportunity. Sherlock rugby tackled him (maybe being so upper class had its advantages), and Adele hit him over the head with her gun. Dazed, Hammet staggered, and Adele tripped backwards over her laces. What neither Sherlock nor Adele had thought of was the fact that Hammet had been ready to shoot.

The reflex action caused his finger to slip. The noise of the bullet leaving the gun echoed, deafening everyone.

Suddenly, everything moved in slow motion. Adele whirled around, catching sight of the Hammet looking pleased with himself. The tension could have been cut with a knife. Mycroft must have heard, because he was now striding across the gym, gun in hand, aiming at Hammet's head. Either Hammet had shot randomly, or at someone in particular. Although, with Mycroft's appearance, it was more likely to be someone in particular. She turned her head to see whether Sherlock was okay, only to be faced with Sherlock running towards her, and apparently unharmed.

Too late, Adele felt the bullet slam into her, shattering a few ribs in the process. She stumbled backwards into the wall, just as Mycroft ran in. As Mycroft grabbed Hammet, Sherlock ran over.

'Mycroft, get him out!' Sherlock yelled. Adele dropped her gun, just in case she accidently shot herself in the foot, with the shock.

Mycroft shoved Hammet out of the door. Adele seized her last opportunity;

'Next time, aim for the head! Finishes the job a hell of a lot quicker!'

She laughed at herself; how bloody pathetic. Still, she probably wouldn't get another chance to yell at someone, so it was best to use the time wisely.

'Phone!'

Adele had almost forgotten the seriousness of the situation. Sherlock was apparently calling Lestrade, judging by the tone of voice. Oh, and the fact that his first word was Lestrade's name. But that wasn't the point.

'Lestrade, get over to Hammersmith now. Don't bring anyone irritating, and call an ambulance.' Adele could hear Lestrade yelling at Sherlock over the phone. 'No, I haven't done anything, it's Adele.' Sherlock was already growing impatient. 'You need to hurry, and for God's sake don't let Donovan-Actually, do, then you can drive – I can't even argue with you, give me a second.'

He passed the phone to Adele. 'Tell him exactly what's going on, I need to think.' Adele grabbed the phone.

'Adele what the hell's going on?'

'That headmaster guy, long story, but you need to listen. Properly. Because you have really annoying habit of missing everything important, and that won't be good, considering the current situation.' Adele's voice was slowly becoming weaker. 'Get over to the school in Hammersmith, and call an ambulance on the way. Don't bring anyone irritating, and don't let anyone else get involved. Just like Sherlock said.'

'What's-?'

'Oh, and my life depends on it, so hurry up.'

'Why-?'

'Just move, and - hang on, give the phone to Donovan, so you can actually drive.'

Adele heard Lestrade muttering something, and the sound of the car moving. So, he was on his way.

'Freak junior.'

'Make him drive at five times the speed limit, okay?'

'Wha-?'

'Please, Donovan, and I swear, I'll never be horrible again.' Adele couldn't believe that she was pleading with Donovan, of all people.

'What are you-?'

'Donovan, I really don't have time for your stupidity.'

Adele handed the phone back to Sherlock, who practically yelled into it; 'Put this on speaker, I want him to hear every word I say. Lestrade, if you don't get here in the next five to ten minutes, you'll be so bloody sorry. I guarantee that myself and John will find you, and make the rest of your already cut short life living hell. Do you understand me? Do you know what? Yes, that is a threat! So do it!'

Adele hadn't heard Sherlock threaten anyone in… well, ever. He hung up and dialled someone else.

'John. You speak to him, okay?' Sherlock was going mad, it seemed. He dialled the number furiously.

'Sherlock?'

'No, it's Adele, Sherlock's here but-'

'Why're you-?'

'Listen, John, I have about three minutes, so don't interrupt. Hammet got Sherlock somehow, and then got me over here, and now I've been shot and Lestrade's on the way-'

'WHAT?'

'I told you not to interrupt.' Sherlock was scribbling instructions on a piece of paper. 'He says to stay where you are, and he'll call you at some point… erm… And don't start throwing things because we can't tell Mrs Hudson.'

'I'm not even at the flat, I'm… Why didn't you call me, I'm a-'

'You may be a doctor, but you're ages away, please John, don't go mad like he is, I-'

'How can I-?'

'John, shut up, I think…' Adele could hear sirens in the distance. They sounded like the ones on Lestrade's car, but she couldn't be sure. 'Look, I'll be fine, just don't let Sherlock have a breakdown or something.'

Sherlock jumped up, throwing open the back doors of the gym. The sunlight forced Adele to squint. Through her eyelashes, she could see Lestrade jogging over.

'Adele! Are you… Okay, stupid question.'

'Too right.' She turned her attention back to the phone. 'John, stop being annoying and do as I said.' She threw Sherlock's phone in his general direction. He caught it be the tips of his fingers, trying to make it look elaborate and composed.

'You're absolutely awful at catching.'

Just as she said it, the room began to spin. Sherlock yelled at her; but his voice only echoed. Lestrade's footsteps were amplified on the floor, and she could hear Donovan yelling at Sherlock. Too much yelling.

'Ad? Ad, you need to try to stay conscious… I mean it, Ad, don't go under, it'll make it worse… Ad!'

Adele grinned, probably quite stupidly, just as she blacked out.