"Moran has found us" Sherlock panted, racing into the meeting room and colliding with John Watson, who just happened to be carrying a mug of hot tea that splashed and hit the front of the detective's white shirt.
"Shit, Sherlock.. Sorry.." John put his mug down on the table and grabbed a tea towel, trying to wipe down Sherlock's shirt only to be brushed away.
"Forget it.. It doesn't matter" he panted slightly, trying to catch his breath as he shrugged off his shirt, dropping it into the sink. Mrs Hudson will fix that later, he thought to himself, as he turned back to the people in the room.
"Moran has found us.. Where's Molly?"
"What?" Lestrade frowned, standing up from his seat.
"Where's Molly?"
"No, the other thing.." Sherlock frowned for a moment before realising what Lestrade was on about.
"Oh. Right. Moran.. Yes.. Lestrade, get everyone into the main hall, we need a proper meeting.. Get Anderson here NOW. And find Molly."
"I think we've found them.." Moran stepped into the grand throne room of Buckingham Palace, rolling his eyes slightly "Why on Earth have you moved here?"
"Isn't it WONDERFUL Sebby.." Jim chuckled as he jumped to his feet, practically skidding along the fine carpet. The red and gold chairs that once stood, slightly elevated above the rest of the room due to a small platform were gone, replaced by a gold chair that was much more extravagant chair with Jim's initials on the headrest. "Fit for a king, I'd say.."
"Or a queen.." Moran rolled his eyes, folding his arms across his chest.
"I do like the finer things, Sebby.. and Buckingham Palace is the finest house in the country... so I took it."
"What did you do with the Queen?"
"You lost him, if I recall.."
"I- Oh."
"Need to be faster, Sebby.." Jim chuckled, moving towards the windows and fiddling with the long curtains. "I assume you mean the other Queen.. I disposed of her.. needed her walk in wardrobe.. Now, enough about my new house... You were saying..?"
Mycroft pulled himself to his feet, a little shakily but much secured thanks to the small hand under his arm, steadying him. His muscles were weak, but getting stronger, and knowing what he did, Mycroft wouldn't allow himself to sit and recover, he knew that walking would strengthen his muscles. Molly didn't quite agree that he was ready to be up and about, but she helped him anyway. By the time they had completed their seventh lap of the room, Mycroft was much less shaky and able to walk on his own, though slowly. Molly gave a little grin as she watched him move to look out of the window.
"I'm going to get back to Sherlock.. Are you alright alone?"
"Yes.. thank you, Miss Hooper.. Much appre-"
"Molly!" John Watson burst through the door, "Sherlock's looking for you.. Moran has found us.."
The noise in the Great Hall was deafening as Molly made her way down the stairs and towards the stage where an increasingly agitated Sherlock was pacing, waiting for quiet. She glanced around as she moved through the crowd, taking in the room, imagining what it used to look like when it was a bingo hall. She climbed the three steps to the stage, and stood at his side, slipping her hand into his. It seemed to give him a bit of a boost, and he moved towards the microphone.
"If you could all shut up for two minutes, I have something rather important to say, that could save your life.." Sherlock spoke and Molly couldn't help but smirk. Sherlock was back to normal ever so quickly. "James Moriarty's right hand man has found us.. So there's new rules. No one enters and no one leaves, unless I say so. If you MUST leave for whatever reason, see Anderson who's been put in charge of admittance, and who hopefully won't mess it up. It may be asking a lot. He is an idiot."
"Sherlock.. What do we do?" John asked once they were back in the 'head quarters', Lestrade, Molly and Mrs Hudson present.
"I'm not sure yet.."
"What do you mean, you're not sure yet?" Lestrade looked at him, pouring himself a cup of coffee before moving to his usual seat. "I thought you had a plan.."
"Not yet.. Ideas are formulating. He doesn't know for definite that it's us, but.. He might. He's clever. Not as clever as me or Jim, but he's clever... He's Jim's equivalent of, well, John."
"Yeah, thanks.." John muttered as Molly stifled a laugh
"So you have no idea how to put him off the trail?"
"I might have one.." a voice from the doorway caused them all to stare for a moment before Sherlock rose to his feet.
"Mycroft, you shouldn't be up.. Come, sit.."
