Changing Sides
Mike was lagging behind Lestrade, Mycroft and Moriarty as they headed towards where Sherlock was being held.
"Why is he walking so slowly?" Lestrade whispered.
"Perhaps he's injured," Mycroft suggested.
"He is not injured," Moriarty said defiantly.
"I am terribly sorry, but I cannot go with you," Mike said, catching up.
"And why is that?" Mycroft inquired.
"I have business to attend to." Without further explanation Mike walked away from the group and in a different direction.
"He has something to do with the crime," Moriarty said.
"And you know that because…?" Lestrade asked.
"Why question me, Lestrade? You know I'm right," Moriarty smiled as he quickened his pace.
About an hour had past, and John was still in the room locked up. Damn, John thought as he paced the room. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Come in," John said. "As if it makes a difference what I say."
"Actually it does," Mycroft's voice sounded as he walked through the door.
"Mycroft? But how did you…?" John's voice trailed off as he pointed to the door.
"Well… I am the British government after all." Then Mycroft turned towards the door, and quickly shut it. "I must make this fast, if I'm not to get caught."
"What?"
"I have a little story to tell. If you are willing to listen. It is about your boyfriend, Sherlock."
"He's not my…" John sighed. "You're never going to believe me, are you?"
In return, Mycroft just smiled.
"All right. Tell your story, Mycroft Holmes," John Watson remarked.