(A/N: Just so you know, all of this chapter and the next chapter are in 3rd person)
John's phone beeped.
"Where's Jennifer?" Sherlock impatiently demanded, as John looked at his phone.
John's face paled.
"She's in trouble." he said, worry etched across his face.
Sherlock snatched the phone. He made a face at it.
"'Snowdrop'?" he scoffed, not seeming very impressed.
Halfheartedly, John glared at him and snatched his phone back from Sherlock.
"It's a code we've had since we were about eighteen." he explained.
"We need to track it," Lestrade said, and when everyone looked at him, he added, "Just a suggestion."
Sherlock started walking away, and John followed.
"Where are we going?" John asked.
"We're going to the Diogenes Club." Sherlock replied.
Sherlock and John walked into a room. Mycroft was sitting behind a desk. Rising from his chair, he smiled a thin, sarcastic smile.
"Ah, brother dear. And doctor Watson as well," he said. "A pleasant surprise."
Sherlock took John's phone and placed it screen up on the desk, showing Jennifer's text.
"We need you to track this message." he told Mycroft.
Mycroft picked the phone up. He smirked at the text Jennifer had sent.
"Listen, Mycroft," John suddenly snapped. "My sister is in danger! She might even be killed! We're here because you're good at tracking people. And if you can't find Jennifer, she won't be the only one in danger."
John's burning eyes bore into Mycroft's calm ones. The calm in Mycroft's eyes faltered slightly, before returning to their original expression. Slowly, he nodded.
"I'll see what I can do," he said, taking out his phone and texting Anthea, and, after a minute or so, got a reply. "The last time she was seen was around an hour ago, nearly half a mile away from St. Bartholomew's hospital."
Mycroft sat back down in his chair and looked down at the desk, pretending to be reading files. When he heard two pairs of footsteps leave the room, he let out a frustrated groan and dragged his hands down his face. An hour ago! He knew Anthea, she would've only found the most recent sightings, but Jennifer could be twelve miles away by now! Mycroft groaned again, resting his head on his forearms.
"I didn't know you cared that much about anybody." Sherlock's voice said.
Quickly, Mycroft straightened up.
"I didn't know you were still here." he replied, embarrassed that his younger brother had tricked him like that.
Sherlock grinned.
"It takes a Holmes to trick a Holmes," he teased. "Anyway, I wanted to tell you that we will find Jennifer. Whether she'll be dead or alive, I can't say. I can say that I sincerely hope it's the latter."
"And if she is dead?" Mycroft asked, not even wanting to consider the possibility.
"Her murderer will face the wrath of John Watson," Sherlock told him. "And, if she's alive, her kidnapper will still face the wrath of John Watson."
Sherlock began to leave.
"Good luck, brother mine!" Mycroft called after him.
Sherlock stopped, mid-stride, before carrying on walking.
Five hours, John and Sherlock had been looking. They still hadn't found Jennifer. When they crossed the road, Sherlock stopped dead and took out his magnifying glass, before squatting down. John stood behind him. Quickly and suddenly, Sherlock jumped up and started running, John following suit. John's phone beeped with a text alert.
You have 1 hour - ?
"You'd better bloody hurry up Sherlock," John growled through gritted teeth. "We have an hour."
Sherlock quickly picked up the pace. When they turned a corner, John's phone beeped again:
Getting warmer Sherly! - M
Suddenly, John stopped, tugging slightly on Sherlock's arm, making him stop too. He turned to face John, whose face was red with anger.
"For you." he said, shoving his phone into his friend's hand.
Sherlock stared at the message, before jumping into a sprint. Struggling to keep up, John followed. They ended up back at St. Bart's, where Lestrade and Molly were, having not moved. Sherlock stopped in front of Molly.
"Are there any rooms no-one uses?" he asked.
"Well... there's the attic and the basement, but-" Molly said, before being cut off.
"Excellent! Go with John to the basement. Lestrade, you're with me in the attic."
A/N:
This Mycroft scene is quite possibly my favourite in this fic. Just saying!
Also, I don't know why Molly and Greg would still be there. It doesn't make sense, but I need them the next chapter, so I couldn't really pull them away from St. Bart's!
And thank you Sophia Banks for all your reviews! I never actually thought Mycroft was flirting with Jennifer, but now you say it, I suppose he was!
And thank you also to MilaMtz for your lovely review! I was actually thinking about leaving it on the cliffhanger before I realized I hadn't had time to do another chapter! (Also, very sorry if you're disappointed on the Moriarty front. He doesn't actually appear in this!)
And thank you to all the people who've favourited this!
Enough of the thank yous!
~Ellis~
