Wow,a massive number of people have been reading, I really hope your enjoying it. So yes Sherlock is back! This scene should be familiar if you've seen the empty hearse, (what am I saying! If your here then you've definitely seen it)
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Chapter 4
Mycroft sat at his desk observing his brother. Sherlock was currently reclined flat on his back having his face shaved. The long hair had been cut back to its' normal length and he was currently reading the paper. He pondered on what he was going to tell Sherlock, many things had changed over the two years since he had been gone, the most important one of those was the going's on of his brothers husband. It had been two years since he'd seen the man, but he'd obviously been busy. He had a few suspicions, nothing he could prove at the moment though. His phone buzzed, signalling the arrival of a new text.
519 Ridney Lane
Surrey
Ring me when he leaves
We need to talk. JWH
Yes they most certainly did. He had questions, questions that needed answering. He looked back up to where his brother was, then re-opened the file that was on his desk.
"You have been busy, haven't you?" Sherlock looked up from the paper he had been reading before folding it up and tossing it onto a nearby trolley. "Quite the busy little bee." He chuckled. Sherlock sighed, pain still evident on his face from his imprisonment.
"Moriarty's network – took me two years to dismantle it."
"And you're confident you have?" Mycroft sniffed. Sherlock glared at him.
"The Serbian side was the last piece of the puzzle. The only one I didn't deal with was Moran, your … agent had dealt with him. I thought you'd said that he had left the country?" Mycroft shifted uncomfortably.
"Our intelligence suggested that he had indeed left, I had only just received Intel that he was in the country when I was informed that he was no longer a problem. But you were misinformed Sherlock, it was not my agent." Sherlock's eyes snapped straight to him, sitting up slightly.
"Then who, and how?"
"The who I do not know, I was informed of where I could find the body by a contact in MI6. An as of yet un-named agent took him down, that's all the information I received. I do have my suspicions though." Sherlock gave him the look, lying back slightly.
"The body was found in a flat in Surrey. Post-mortem results indicated that his neck had been broken. It was clearly military in precision and effectiveness, whoever this agent is clearly had extensive knowledge of hand to hand combat as it is unlikely that Moran went down without a fight. What did strike me as odd though, was that Moran didn't have his rifle with him. Moran is well known for his sniping capabilities, for him to be grounded means that he was there for a target that was of personal interest to him. He rarely gets his hands dirty, although he is a capable killer. He didn't know an agent was on to him, unless of course his target was the agent themselves. Whatever the plan was, he clearly underestimated his targets capabilities."
"Who did the flat belong to?"
"It was one of MI6's undercover locations, I investigated into who had used it recently, I was only able to find their code name, 3CW. This was of course no use to me as there also seemed to be no records of that particular code name. That aside, at least your safe now."
"Hmm."
"A small 'thankyou' wouldn't go amiss."
"What for?"
"For wading in. In case you've forgotten, fieldwork is not my natural milieu." Sherlock slowly sat back up and glared at his brother angrily.
"Wading in? You sat there and watched me being beaten to a pulp." Mycroft frowned.
"I assure you I took no delight in watching them, as you put it 'being beaten to a pulp. I couldn't risk giving myself away. You're lucky I was there when I was, any longer and there would have been permanent damage." Sherlock looked at him oddly.
"Yes I did wonder about that, I had calculated that you wouldn't be there until after I had missed my check in time."
"Yes, well a concerned party has been keeping an eye on you, a far better one than I have it would seem. Don't ask me how because I don't know. I was contacted the day after you were captured, he informed me of what had happened and made me promise to do all I could to get you out of there, hence why I came myself. I knew not to doubt him so I immediately left arranging for transport, and of course learning Serbian on my way there. He has kept me appraised of the situation in England whilst I was away. He has managed what I was unable to do, he has cleared your name. You're a free man once more."
Sherlock looked pleased at this information, looking forward to breathing in the London air once more, getting the feel of the city back into his skin.
"And John?" he asked, pausing for a moment. A look of anguish was clearly etched on his face. Mycroft winced at seeing the sadness on his brother's face. "How is he?" Mycroft fidgeted feeling uncomfortable as Sherlock asked of news about his husband.
"I…I do not know." He watched as Sherlock's face clouded over.
"What do you mean you don't know, you know everything as you're so often keen to remind me. I asked you for one thing brother, one thing. To keep an eye on John, to make sure he didn't do anything stupid whilst I was gone and you couldn't even manage that!" Sherlock shouted.
"I did, I watched him constantly for the first two weeks. After your funeral he hardly left the flat, he didn't do anything. I had Gregory and Miss Hooper pop in occasionally. It wasn't until a month after your 'death' that I was told he was gone. The surveillance in the flat had been set up on a day loop. He did leave a note, said that he couldn't stay, there were too many memories. That he needed a fresh start. However I'm not entirely sure that was the real reason. I had no contact with him until out of the blue he rang me, and of course that leads us to now."
Blood drained from Sherlock's face as he put the pieces together.
"He knows." He said weakly. Mycroft nodded.
"I don't know for how long, although I suspect not long before he moved. I don't know if you read his last blog, but I think he definitely knew something."
Sherlock nodded, he had read John's last post on their blog. He hadn't known how close he had been to never meeting John, it wasn't something he was comfortable talking about, but that he had put it out for the whole world to see, that he thought Sherlock had saved his life that he still believed in him had meant everything to Sherlock. It had kept him going these two long years.
"He's waiting for you Sherlock. Don't make him wait any longer. There's a car outside ready to take you to him." Sherlock nodded appearing to be numb. "He'll forgive you Sherlock, you know how was much he loves you, how much you love each other. Just be prepared, he's going to be angry."
"Two years Mycroft, I left him thinking I was dead for two years. It wasn't meant to take this long, six months I thought, at the longest. I underestimated the size of Moriarty's web. The pain I've caused him Myc, he's going to hate me." Mycroft sat there stunned at the amount of sorrow he heard in his brother's voice. He hadn't called him 'Myc' since he was a child, indicating the amount of emotion that he was currently feeling.
"I won't lie and say he won't have questions, that he won't be furious. But he knows you, knows you better than anyone else, myself included. He knows you wouldn't have done it without a good reason. He'll hear you out, and he will forgive you. It just might take some time." Sherlock nodded.
"You've got yourself a goldfish," he stated smirking at Mycroft. Mycroft nodded his head giving Sherlock a small smile. "It's Lestrade." Mycroft chucked, he'd only been back five minutes.
"Go, your goldfish is waiting for you." Sherlock smiled shrugging on his Belstaff and wrapped his scarf around his neck. He then flicked up his collar.
"He's not a goldfish. He's John."
I hope you enjoyed this little bit of brotherly bonding between Sherlock and Mycroft, they do care about each other, they just have a weird way of showing it!
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