"What?" John asked mouth wide open.
"Oh how original." the Holmes Brothers said together.
"Pardon me?" Truville asked.
"I mean if you really wanted to do something catastrophic I suppose another World War would be the way to do it." Mycroft replied with a shrug.
"It's just so easy and predictable, oh I have an idea. Get all the world's countries against one another in war, and find some way to profit." Sherlock added. "I thought you would be more devious than that."
Truville and John looked at the two puzzled.
"Potentially I could destroy the world." Truville said.
"In potentially destroying the world, you could potentially destroy yourself." Mycroft said.
"A true mastermind would destroy the world only enough so he could make a profit, without putting himself in harm's way. If there were an all-out war it would be catastrophic.." Sherlock said.
"A true mastermind would cripple the world, allow it to rebuild itself enough, and then crumble it again in his fist." Truville finished. "I am out for devastation gentlemen, and in truth I hold no control in the arms business." he said. "Therefore a third war wouldn't benefit me anyway. I was just hoping you would catch on."
The girl giggled and leaned on Truville's shoulder. "Xavier's smarter than you think." she said blowing into his ear.
"Smart enough to grab you when I had the chance." he said turning towards her and kissing her.
"So, your plan?" Mycroft asked annoyed.
"Ah well, as it unfolds it will be known to you." Truville said walking up to Mycroft. "I'm sure it won't be too hard to figure out with your brilliant minds." he said looking at Mycroft and Sherlock. "I mean did you really think I would just up and tell you? No, no , no you two are much too brilliant for that."
"No hints?" Mycroft asked.
Truville stepped into Mycroft's face. "Do you like the game I Spy?" he asked. "I Spy with my little eye an accident." Truville said with a smile. "There is a story behind every accident, Mr. Holmes."
"Bunny dear?" Truville said turning around.
The girl ran up to him and started playing with his tie.
"See that these gentlemen are taken to our nicest cells." Truville said.
"But I don't wanna take them down there. Its dark and gross." she said in protest.
"Bunny it wasn't a question." Truville quickly replied.
"I don't care what it was, I'm not going." she protested stomping her foot.
Out of nowhere Truville's hand came across Bunny's cheek. She fell to the ground with a thud.
"I told you to do something, and it has not been done." he said picking her up off of the ground. "Not only has it not been done, but you even thought that it was appropriate for you to try to talk back to me." he grabbed her wrists and made her look in his eyes. "Looking back on your decision," he said. "do you think it was a wise one?" he asked.
She slowly shook her head.
"Neither do I." Truville said slowly. "Now do as I said."
He let her go, she turned and looked at Mycroft, John, and Sherlock.
"Ms. Dubois will be leading you to your cells for a few hours. I have other business to attend to at the moment. You'll be brought back as soon as my business is finished." Truville said with a smile.
Bunny pushed past John ad Sherlock and started towards the door.
"Well are you just going to stand there?" she asked impatiently.
They all looked at each other and slowly followed, Sherlock taking the lead.
"Does he hit you often?" Sherlock asked as they walked.
"Do you talk to the bosses squeeze often?" she replied.
"Not many of the men I deal with have squeezes." Sherlock replied with a shrug. "You have a squeeze don't you Mycroft?" he asked.
"I beg your pardon!" Mycroft said in protest.
"What's her name John?" Sherlock asked.
"I don't know, I never got her real name. The fake name she gave me I think was Sarah or something or another." John replied.
"Maybe one day she'll give you her real name." Sherlock said with a smile.
"Please, I'm not on my deathbed yet." John replied.
"She's not my squeeze!" Mycroft exclaimed.
"Maybe it's because you're a stuffy bureaucrat who only cares about his own gains." Bunny said opening a cell door. "After you." she said gesturing Sherlock to go in.
"Well said." Sherlock said walking in.
She closed the door behind him. "Really, I'm flattered." she said raising an eyebrow.
She opened the cell door across from Sherlock's and ushered John and Mycroft in.
"No separate cages for us?" John asked as she shut the door.
"He may have said cells but he didn't say how many." she said looking at him.
"You know I've never had a man's squeeze refer to herself as…well a squeeze." Sherlock said his face in-between the bars.
"Maybe because you've never had a foe with a squeeze, you said so yourself earlier." Bunny replied looking at him.
"I suppose you're right." Sherlock said stepping back. "You're much more observant than I had thought." he added.
"If by observant you mean smart, then I suppose I should say thank you." Bunny replied as Sherlock was inspecting the cell. It didn't seem like he was paying attention anymore. "I mean the compliment is coming from one of the supposed brilliant minds of our age, it must mean something."
"Supposed?" Sherlock asked whirling around.
"Besides, I couldn't become Xavier's squeeze without some sort of intelligence." she said before walking off.
"Supposed?!" Sherlock said calling after her.
"So she's smart," Mycroft said. "she must have something to do with Truville's plan."
"A monkey could have figured that out!" Sherlock said annoyed. "For goodness sake John probably realized that."
John's brows furrowed.
"No offense John." Sherlock said.
"Some taken." John replied.
"Truville would only have people in his circle that he needs," Sherlock said pacing. "especially for his supposed plan!" Sherlock yelled through the bars.
"Oh let it go." Mycroft said sitting on the small cot in the cell.
"I am the most brilliant mind of this age!" Sherlock said hurt.
"I think you're brilliant." John said with a shrug.
"And that's one of the only reasons why I keep you around." Sherlock said.
"Thank you?" John said after a slight pause.
"I mean any normal person would…" Sherlock stopped. "That's it!" Sherlock said with a smile. He started laughing and pacing in the cell.
Mycroft and John looked at one another.
"Don't you see it?!" Sherlock said looking at the two of them. "I mean if you don't John I understand, but Mycroft?!" he said.
Mycroft just looked at him.
"Dear God man, what has the government done to you? Have they been using you in their experiments, the ones the queen doesn't know about?" Sherlock asked shaking his head. "Poor brother dear."
Mycroft rolled his eyes.
"Look no normal person would challenge me like that! Supposedly nothing! Only someone else who thinks they can best me would ever question my talents." Sherlock said.
"What if they have never seen your talents?" John asked.
"Mycroft said it himself, the girl is smart. Truville has her for a reason, and Truville challenged me for a reason. She's smart, and she knows that Truville must think that I am as well. Therefore she's threatened."
"Why?" John asked. "You're not some hot number in a short skirt, sucking on a lollipop like no tomorrow."
"I could put her out of the job if I catch on to what is going on and stop it." Sherlock said. "And if I stop it, I don't imagine her face will be too pretty after Truville realizes. This girl is something special in this plan. She has a big part in it, a part that cannot stand to fail...due to me and my brilliance."
"She might of just said it to get under your skin." Mycroft said.
"Why would she need to 'get under my skin'?" Sherlock asked.
"You probably annoyed her in some way." Mycroft replied.
"That wouldn't be much of a surprise." John added.
"I annoyed her by being a challenge to her! That's it." Sherlock protested.
"He's just mad because he might be wrong." Mycroft said under his breath.
"No I'm annoyed because you two think I'm wrong! I am never wrong, I'm Sherlock Holmes!"
"I can see what you mean by egotistical now." Mycroft said standing up next to John.
"Why are you here?!" Sherlock exclaimed.
"Because I couldn't let you handle this alone, I have to keep an eye on you." Mycroft replied.
"Your little eyes on every corner could have looked out for me. You're only here because you were made a fool of!" Sherlock snapped. "Someone defaced Buckingham Palace and cleaned it up before you could. For goodness sake there is an underground lair underneath the Queen's home!" he said sitting down on his cot. "You're just making sure I solve the case."
"Like with Irene Adler." Mycroft said.
"I could have solved that case without you." Sherlock said.
"You can't even solve emotions much less love Sherlock." Mycroft replied. "How is she by the way?" he asked.
Sherlock looked up at him.
"Everyone thinks she was beheaded, I kept to myself that she's alive." Mycroft said stepping up the bars.
"Oh you're such a saint for doing so." Sherlock sneered. "But every saint is still a sinner." he said stepping up to the bars.
"You're one to talk." Bunny said with a smile on her face.