I'm baaack! I'm so excited for this story! I thought about it before I wrote 'Madness Ends' and this was actually my idea for the sequel instead of 'Madness Ends', but decided against it at the last second. Mostly because I knew I wanted to wait to write this one. We finally get to see John and Mary's wedding! I'm so excited to write it! Oh! I hope you all read my one shot 'Surprise' if not, nothing really happens but Molly and Sherly live together now.
Reviews are highly welcomed! I love reading them!
Enjoy my first chapter!
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Sherlock sat between an over joyous Lestrade and a very very drunk Stamford, Sherlock's eyes roamed over at his blogger who was drunkenly singing some ridiculous song that no one could understand due to John's implacable slurring. The consulting detective the let out a sigh and looked over to the side as Lestrade slid a pint in front of him.
"Come on, Sherlock! You're best mate is getting married tomorrow! At least pretend you're happy." he told him.
"I don't need to drink to show my friend that I am happy for him." replied Sherlock.
"You're such a party pooper." grumbled Lestrade.
Sherlock heard his phone beep and quickly took it out of his pocket, clicking open the new message he let out an irritated sigh.
"Come outside. -MH"
Great, if this night couldn't get any better, now he had to deal with his older brother. Sherlock stuffed his phone in his pocket and got up, the men all groaned in irritation causing Sherlock to give them a look.
"Don't tell me you're leaving!" exclaimed John.
"Come on! I didn't mean it!" said Lestrade.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and wrapped his scarf around his neck.
"Don't be absurd. I'm not offended by petty comments, Lestrade. And no I'm not leaving; I'll be right back..."
Without another word he exited the pub and let the cool Winter air hit his face, a black car pulled up in front of him. Sherlock approached it as the window went down.
"Mycroft." he said in a bored tone.
His brother gave him a feign smile before opening the door.
"Get in." he told him
Without another word Sherlock slid in besides Anthea who was texting away on her mobile she glanced up at him for a brief second and nodded before going back to her mobile. Sherlock turned to face his brother and rose his brow.
"I heard you and Miss Hooper are living together. I like seeing this domestic side of you, brother." said Mycroft.
Sherlock let out a scoff "Are you spying on us? Why do I even ask..."
"Actually, no. Miss Hooper told me." he replied.
Sherlock let out a low groan "Oh don't tell me you two are still doing this. Being friends its disgusting." he spat
He didn't know why he hated the fact that his pathologist and his brother had become friends, mostly because he knew they talked about him. Mycroft probably shared stories from their adolescence…He was going to kill Mycroft one day.
Mycroft shrugged "We get along. You should take her to meet mummy, I'm sure they'd get along wonderfully."
Sherlock made a face before running his hand through his hand Mycroft was bad enough, having Molly meet their mother…
"Why are you here, Mycroft? I'm quite busy." He said quickly.
"Ah yes. A stag party is certainly a way to keep you busy. Send John my congratulations; I did a background check on Miss Morstan and I-"
"You did a background check on her?" asked Sherlock.
"Well yes... We couldn't risk her being...Well you know. Anyways, Let me tell you why I'm here I'm sure you want to get back to your drunk-"
"Why don't you just tell me...?" Sherlock said with a hint of irritation.
Mycroft adjusted in his seat and nodded.
"Well do you remembe-" he began.
"Yes."
Mycroft let out a sigh "Do you reme-"
"Yes."
"Sherlock, if you don't let me-" Mycroft said.
"Go on." said Sherlock with a wave of his hand.
Mycroft pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh.
"Sebastian Moran." He simply said.
"Yes, Moriarty's second in command. He died." began Sherlock.
"No." replied Mycroft.
"I killed him." reassured Sherlock.
"Apparently not. He's shown up on our radar. He's in America." he told him.
"What!? America? Why?" he said in an irritated tone.
Anthea nudged him and handed him a file, Sherlock snatched it from her and opened it, scanning the words on the pages.
"I'm going after him." he told Mycroft.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" he asked curiously.
Sherlock closed the file and handed it back to Anthea.
"Why do you say it like that?" he asked him
Mycroft shifted in his seat before looking out the window.
"You just settled back here... Are you sure you want to go away again?"
Sherlock twitched his lip before tensing his jaw, the only reason he had returned was because he had believed everything was safe, and now, with this new information he knew it was only a matter of time before Moran came for him.
"I have to. If I don't go to him he'll come to me. And I can't put anyone in danger."
Mycroft nodded before looking at his brother.
"Sherlock, I won't question your choices... Last time we tracked him he was in California."
"Right W-"
Before Sherlock could finish they both heard a tap on the window, Mycroft pressed a button causing the window to go down.
"Uh, Sherlock is everything alright?" said a concerned John.
"Yes. Everything's fine." reassured the detective.
"Are you sure? Is there anything I can help with?"
"No. Text me the details, Mycroft."
And with that Sherlock opened the door and exited the car, he settled beside the sandy haired man.
"I'll get in contact with you later then. Goodbye. Oh and John, congratulations."
The tinted window went up and within a few seconds the door drove off. Sherlock and John stood quietly in the cold, they could hear the music and party noises coming from the pub inside.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" said John suddenly.
"Not now. Come. Let's enjoy the rest of your stag party." he said suddenly.
Sherlock entered the pub, hoping that John would stop asking questions; questions that Sherlock still didn't have answers to. As they headed back to their booth, Lestrade got up and handed Sherlock a pint. Sherlock let out a sigh and rolled his eyes, he usually wasn't much of a drinker but what was one drink? What was one drink going to do to Sherlock Holmes?