A/N: Sonseeahray: I'm glad you liked it :)

sherlockedbyben: Thank you! I'm trying my best to keep them in character. However I am aware that they may slightly not be.

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(Two days Later, London)

(Sherlock's P.O.V.)

"Sherlock, are you sure you and John are ready for this?" I heard Lestrade ask, as I walked over to the crime scene. "Especially after last night at the pool?"

Last night, John and I escaped with our lives after confronting Moriarty. My bigger enemy compared to Mycroft. If you don't count weight.

"Yes." I said, ducking underneath the police tape and walking over to the body.

"What he meant to say," I heard John begin. "Is that he appreciates your concern, but we're ok."

As John kept talking to Lestrade, I squatted down beside the victim.

Five foot seven. Dyed his hair from grey to blond. Fifty years old. Separated from his wife. No children. Shot point blank to the head with a shotgun. Didn't get along with his brother in law. Especially after his brother in law found out he cheated on his sister.

"The brother in law." I said, standing up.

"….What?" I heard Lestrade asked.

I sighed and looked at him.

"It was the brother in law." I said. "Go to his house. You will find a shotgun over the fireplace. Along with blood he probably missed from cleaning it. Really, Lestrade, I don't think you need me for this."

I then walked back under the tape. John following me.

"He should have known better than to call me in for a case that's as open and shut as this." I said annoyed.

"Sherlock, he was just trying to give you an underwhelming case after the past couple of days, and last night." John said.

I scoffed.

"Sentiment." I said. The word sounding horrible in my mouth. "Of course. You would think he would know better." I then yelled over my shoulder: "Call me when you have an actual case!"

John sighed.

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(Mycroft's Office)

(Emily's P.O.V.)

I was outside Mycroft's office pacing back and forth.

I arrived with Amy from South America a few hours ago. And as soon as we arrived, Mycroft and Agent Sullivan were waiting for us. Immediately taking Amy into Mycroft's office and closing the door. But not before Mycroft gave me a cold look.

Despite me wondering why he gave me that look, I pushed it aside for now as Amy's situation became the bigger priority. With her enemies knowing where she was and knowing her name, she was in grave danger.

Suddenly, the door to Mycroft's Office opened, and Agent Sullivan came out. Closing the door behind him.

I stopped pacing as he walked away and out of sight.

Then, Mycroft's door opened again, this time, Mycroft came out. Closing the door behind him.

I walked up to him.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Mycroft stared at me for a moment, then he looked at Violet and Anthea who were by Violet's desk.

"Leave." Mycroft said.

They got up and left without question.

Once they were gone, Mycroft looked at me and said:

"Agent Arnold is going into witness protection. Due to the fact she is no longer anonymous to the ones who she should have remained as such…..This also means you cannot have any contact with her of any kind."

"So, I can't see her again?" I asked.

"No." He said.

Sadness threatened to surface, but I pushed it away before it could.

"Can I at least say goodbye?" I asked.

Mycroft nodded.

I walked by him and headed toward his office door.

"Agent Grant," I heard Mycroft say.

I stopped walking.

Mycroft only called me that when he was angry with me about something. Normally I knew what it was. But this time, I didn't.

"Once Agent Arnold is escorted to her new lifestyle, you and I need to talk." I heard Mycroft say.

"Ok." I said.

I then went into Mycroft's Office.

Amy, who was sitting in a chair in front of his desk, looked at me. A smile coming to her face.

"Hey," I said returning the smile and walking over to her. "How are you?"

"Better, doctor, thank you." Amy said.

It was silent as I sat down in the chair beside her.

"So, you know?" She asked.

"I know." I said.

"I really wish there was some way to keep in contact with you." Amy said. "I'm really going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too." I said.

Then, we both got up and hugged each other.

"You take care of yourself, ok?" I said. "Don't get into trouble. I obviously can't be your doctor anymore."

This caused her to laugh.

"I'll try." Amy said, as we pulled away. "You take care of yourself as well. And make sure to keep Mr. Holmes in line."

"That's what they pay me for." I said with a smile.

Amy laughed a little then hugged me again.

Suddenly, someone cleared their throat.

Amy and I pulled away and saw Mycroft was standing in the door way.

"Agent Arnold," Mycroft began. "Your escort is here."

Amy nodded.

Then, after giving me one last smile, Amy left Mycroft's office.

As soon as Amy was gone, Mycroft closed the door and looked at me.

"Last night," Mycroft began. "Moriarty kidnapped my brother's flat mate. John Watson. And Sherlock rescued him." He paused a moment. "Before that, Moriarty was toying with Sherlock. Having him solve riddles by a certain time otherwise a person dies….Turns out what Sebastian threatened Moriarty would do was true….Thank you for telling me ahead of time, but despite that Moriarty is still out there."

It was silent as I absorbed what he said.

"Now," He said, his cold stare back again. "Would you mind telling me, why Sherlock would want to explore your flat?"

I looked at Mycroft surprised.

"What?" I asked.

"While you were gone, Sherlock made a point to search your residence." Mycroft said, slowly walking closer to me. "Do you know why he would want to?"

"Sherlock entered my flat?" I asked.

"I know you didn't know." He said. "But do you know why he did it?"

"No." I said shaking my head.

Mycroft stared at me.

"Mycroft, I don't know why." I said honestly.

"How does he know about you, Emily?" Mycroft asked. "And I would prefer you make things easier on yourself by telling me the truth. I will know if you're lying."

"Why don't you just deduce it from me then?" I snapped at him.

Mycroft rolled his eyes.

"Emily, don't be childish." He said.

"I'm not being childish." I said, getting a little angry and crossing my arms across my chest. "If you really want to know, deduce it from me like you do with everything else."

A flare of anger flashed in Mycroft's eyes as he stared at me.

It was silent for a good five minutes.

Then, Mycroft broke the silence.

"You met him."

I stood there and waited for him to continue.

"You didn't seek him out, but still, you met him." He said. "He was also the one who was looking for you, who you said was harmless, and who you are fond of….You saw him again a couple days ago at St. Barts. Him and Dr. Watson. You were surprised to see them."

I stayed silent.

"When you met him, you were going to tell me." Mycroft said. "But when you tried, I interrupted."

I waited a moment, to make sure he was done, before asking:

"Why didn't you want me to meet him?"

"What makes you think I didn't want you to?" He asked.

"Because whenever I brought it up, you always said 'Not now, but eventually' or something like that." I said. "It wasn't hard for me to deduce that you never wanted me to meet him despite what you said."

Mycroft looked at me thoughtfully.

"Why didn't you want me to meet him?" I asked.

When Mycroft remained silent, I came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to tell me.

"Fine." I said, angrily. Remembering our agreement before I decided to work for him. "Looks like I'm not working for you anymore."

"Emily," Mycroft began, as I headed toward the door.

I ignored him.

"Emily, be reasonable about this." I heard Mycroft say.

"Until you tell me why you didn't want me to meet Sherlock, I'm no longer on your payroll." I said turning around to face him.

"You're acting immature." Mycroft said.

"So are you." I said. "Call me when you remember our agreement and decide to tell me."

I then left his office. Slamming the door shut behind me.