A/N: So...SEQUEL! ...That did not look like a word. So! Guuyyyysss...It's here! I dropped my other fic since it turned out to be a dud, and worked on this for a little bit, and I've got some things going on in the story, a few plan-aheads, and a lot of CUTENESS! This is going to focus on Mycroft/Jim & Sebastian for a few, then hopefully enter Sherlock and John, who call upon the Doctor and/or his companions for backup! Hehehe...I can't wait!
Allons-y and geronimo!
Mycroft drummed his fingers nervously on his office desk, staring at the pile of papers that stared back at him, searing their contents onto the inside of his eyelids. 13 people working nearby his office had been attacked. All of them were either beaten or shot, and if you separated the beatings from the shootings and sorted them chronologically, they made for a chilling message. He checked the list over again:
Mira Argle
Yancy Letterman
Chris McGuire
Rhonda Sweets
Ollie Stans
Frank Otto
Tris Prior
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Holly Masser
Olivia Staples
Leo Lyon
Matt Tee
Emily Johnson
Stephen Altru
M-Y-C-R-O-F-T H-O-L-M-E-S. Someone was threatening him. It wasn't uncommon, of course, but this kind of work was different from the normal revenge-getter. The man never appeared on security cameras, and the victims always said the attacker either struck from behind or shot them out of sight. And the overall delivery of the threat made everything that much more serious. It had been a month since the attacks started, a month and a half since Sherlock had returned to normal, and Mycroft was mulling over the thought that this person could want information on that, but if that was the case, why go after him and not Sherlock? It just didn't make any sense!
"Sir?"
Mycroft jumped, then slumped into leaning on his desk in relief. "Jane, please refrain from sneaking up on me in the future."
"All right, sir. I just wanted to recommend you take a break. You've been rather tense since Friday." She smiled at what she said next. "Just because I'm an intern does not mean I am an idiot too, sir."
"You have a point as always, Jane."
She smiled. He sighed. "And you always have a recommendation to go with it. Where is it this time?"
"The back, where they were going to renovate but never got around to filing the paperwork. There's hardly anyone back there, and if there is anyone, they are either doing something just as frowned upon or is looking for the same sliver of silence you are."
"Or both," Mycroft said with a wan smile, "Thank you, Jane."
She nodded, then frowned. "Just be careful, sir. I figured out they're trying to get your attention with those attacks before most others did."
Mycroft stood up and smiled. "Good thing I'm not 'most others' then." He walked out, leaving his umbrella hanging on the corner of his desk.
Lots of significance would later be put on this fact.