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Lastly, I can't resist mentioning Lilsherlockian1975's theory that Mycroft delayed making his phone call to Sherlock, in the last chapter, because the sweet trolley came round at work, I think she might be right!

Chapter 7

It was just as Sherlock was beginning to come down from his high and wondering what he should say to Molly that his phone rang. He shifted forwards with Molly still on his lap to see the caller ID. He sighed, 'it's Mycroft, I need to take this.'

She nodded sliding off his knee and heading toward the bathroom. He noticed she hadn't looked him in the eye and he felt the loss of her immediately, wishing he could call her back. Instead he answered the phone with one hand whilst zipping himself back up with the other.

'Brother,' was his curt acknowledgement.

'I got your request Sherlock, we need to talk. I've sent a car to collect you it'll be there in five minutes.'

'I'm not at Baker St...'

'I'm fully aware of where you are, I do hope I'm not interrupting anything between you and the delightful Doctor Hooper.'

Sherlock knew better than to answer that one. Mycroft's powers of deduction had always been as good if not better than his own. He'd no doubt be able to tell what he and Molly had done as soon as he saw him but there was no point giving him any more ammunition.

'Until we meet then.' He hung up, pocketing the phone and buttoning his shirt back up. He could hear Molly in the shower and wondered what he ought to do.

In the end he collected his coat and let himself out of the flat. He could text her from the car.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

The text he sent was as neutral as he could make it, he knew he wasn't good with sentiment and didn't want to say the wrong thing. They'd be able to talk soon enough.

Gone to meet Mycroft. Don't wait up, will probably be late so will go back to Baker St. SH

There, he shouldn't get into trouble for that.

There was a text there from John. Sherlock read it and frowned in confusion before replying.

Hope you haven't removed too many of Molly's clothes today. JW

Just her top, we worked round the rest. Why do you ask? SH

He'd just settled back in the car to think when his phoned beeped again.

WTF, Sherlock, I was kidding, what the hell is going on? JW

Now is not the time John, will talk to you tomorrow. SH

What does WTF mean? SH

Sherlock closed his eyes. He was hopeful that his brother's needing to see him meant he would be able to give him access to the appropriate records. He was surprised however when they pulled up outside one of the more secret MI6 offices.

Anthea, Mycroft's PA, met the car as it pulled up. 'Mr Holmes, I'll take you up to see Mr Holmes,' she smiled a little at the absurdity of the sentence.

He followed behind as she took them through various levels of security to get to Mycroft, eventually showing him into Mycroft's office where he proceeded to spin round on his heel taking in the room.

One whole wall was filled with screens, all of which were blank. His brother was obviously being cautious not to reveal too much information to him then. There was a round conference style table in one corner with six chairs and a desk near the window complete with two more screens, everything was very modern and very unlike Mycroft's more public office. Mycroft himself was sat on the edge of the desk, arms folded over his chest, waiting for him

'Impressive, not often I get to see your true place of work. Why the privileged visit?'

'We need to talk and I need you to understand something Sherlock. My job isn't all fun and games, there is a serious side too.'

'Oh, please!' Sherlock rolled his eyes.

'Talking of fun and games I take it you won't want to talk about your new relationship with Ms Hooper. I'm sure I don't need to point out the evidence to you.' His eyes trailed down over Sherlock's appearance and then back up as he smiled sweetly.

'You assume right, now can you give me access to the police database or not.'

'I could, but I'm not going to. What you want to find is not on there... we made sure of that.'

Sherlock's eyes narrowed, 'and why, pray tell, would you have needed to get involved here.'

'You have to understand Sherlock that sometimes decisions have to be made for the greater good. There is no black and white here just shades of grey.'

Sherlock just stared at his brother his face unreadable, 'go on.'

'It was nearly twenty years ago. I'd not long been in post here, in a more junior position obviously. There was a case, out in the Midlands, a rape and murder of a woman in her early twenties, I believe. All very unfortunate. An ex-boyfriend was arrested; there was a witness who had seen them together. Case went to court, ex was found guilty, sentenced and hung himself in prison three years later.'

Sherlock was beginning to piece the links together. 'I take it our witness was Rachel Wheeler and the man found hanged today was what...the prosecuting lawyer, before he became a judge.'

'Correct.'

Sherlock started to pace around the room mind whirring.

'Case of mistaken identity, innocent man sent to prison, family member or friend looking to exact revenge. But why are you involved, this wouldn't normally be your area... Oh! MI6 were involved somehow...what rogue agent went a bit too far and you let bad justice take its course.'

'Well, glad to see sex hasn't diminished your powers of reasoning brother. I knew you'd catch on once you had more facts. The only unknown left is who is committing the crimes. I'll send you the copies of the files; let me know if you come up with anything.' He stood and made his way round the desk to sit down, effectively dismissing Sherlock.

He, however, stood his ground, 'and the real rapist and murderer, the MI6 agent, where is he?'

Mycroft didn't meet Sherlock's eye, 'that is classified as you well know.'

Sherlock stepped forward watching his brother, 'no, there's more isn't there, has he been killed too. That would be quite a coup for our serial killer. Or is he currently missing in action. Come on Mycroft, you need to give me all the facts if I am to help.'

Mycroft sighed heavily. 'Fine, he's missing. I have agents out searching for him. He retired from active service just shy of five years ago but has held down a desk job here ever since. He hasn't shown up for two days. Of course, if we find out anything I will let you know.'

Sherlock didn't reply just made his way to the door. As he reached for the door handle Mycroft piped up, 'do pass on my regards to Ms Hooper. Mummy will be so glad to hear there's a chance for grandchildren.'

Sherlock's jaw clenched and his knuckles whitened as he gripped the door handle but he exited without replying.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly came out of the bathroom to an empty flat. She quickly spotted the text on her phone from Sherlock and she sat down heavily on the very settee they'd just had sex on.

She was nervous that he had left so quickly. She knew she was probably just being paranoid and that he'd left because of the case but she had no idea how he felt about 'them' if there even was a them.

She did however take a moment to remember back to that moment an hour ago when she'd realised he was going to kiss her. She'd waited for years for that moment; in fact she'd given up hope of it ever happening. The reality however was so much better than her fantasies had been.

The feeling of his lips on hers had been overwhelming. His hands gripping her face dominating the kiss taking from her what he needed, wanted, had made her feel powerful. She'd often found sex unsatisfactory in the past, she needed a lot of foreplay to arouse her to the point of orgasm but with Sherlock even kissing him had her squirming with needy desire and in the end the only stimulation she had needed were his cock, his mouth on her breast and his voice. When he had told her to come it had literally sent her over the edge.

She pulled her knees up to her chest hugging them and let the smile spread across her face, 'oh my God, I had sex with Sherlock!' She said aloud to the room. Toby cocked his head up from where he was sleeping on the armchair. 'Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.'

She bounced up from the chair, hugging herself and spinning round. She was determined to enjoy this moment and worry about Sherlock's reaction later.

Sorry to leave you all hanging like this but seeing as Mycroft had finished his cake it was time to move the plot line on. You guys know what to do now - review, review, review, feed my inner muse :) and I'll make sure I post the next chapter Thursday.