A/N: Hey guy! Sorry for not uploading yesterday. Life got in the way a little bit. Luckily, I can upload today though! I'll upload two chapters today both to make up for me missing a day and because both are rather short. Have fun reading!
Chapter 10 – Over the River and Through the Woods to Mycroft's House We Go
Forty five minutes later, the helicopter set down next to a large mansion. Everyone got out and was escorted inside and up to a spacious office.
Seated behind the desk was a tall man wearing a suit. He had reddish brown hair and a long nose and everyone could see the resemblance to Sherlock when he looked at them, deducing their identities.
"Hello," he said, smiling. The smile didn't reach his eyes.
"I am Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's older brother."
"I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam," said Dean, shaking Mycroft's hand.
"Hello," said the Doctor, grinning. He stepped forward and also shook Mycroft's hand, "I'm the Doctor."
"Captain Jack Harkness," said Jack, smiling and shaking hands.
"Not now Jack," said the Doctor in a slightly irritated tone.
"And who might you be, my dear?"
"Aliea Brook," said Aliea. She did not offer to shake hands. Something about Sherlock's brother made her wary.
"A pleasure meeting all of you. Now, as Sherlock might have told you, I called him here to warn him of an extremely urgent problem." He turned to Sherlock. "Moriarty is back."
"What?!" asked Sherlock sharply.
"One of my men found this on the door of 221B," Mycroft said, passing a piece of paper to Sherlock.
Written on it was 'Come out and play, Sherlock' –JM.
"Is John alright?"
"He's fine. He wasn't there at the time."
Sherlock visibly relaxed.
"Would you mind telling us who the hell 'Moriarty' is?" Dean demanded.
"My archenemy," Sherlock said. He quickly told them about Moriarty's games and how Sherlock had faked his own death to dismantle his extensive network.
The more he told, the more anxious Aliea was becoming. After hearing how bad Moriarty was initially, a fear had been consistently growing on her mind. When Sherlock had finished, she voiced her concern. "Doctor what if the Master met Moriarty?"
The Doctor's face paled. "It's a definite possibility," he said, swallowing nervously, "They sound very like one another."
"From what I know of Moriarty and what you've told me about the Master, them getting together would conclude in potentially disastrous results," Sherlock said.
"Yes, and if they are together, their first move will be to get to me, you, and everyone we care about."
"John, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade. Mycroft-"
"Don't worry Sherlock, it's been taken care of," Mycroft said, cutting him off, "As soon as we received news indicating Moriarty had returned, I had them all brought here."
"Sorry to interrupt, but we're really tired and would really appreciate a room," said Dean.
"Of course. You two have rooms right next to one another. One of my men will escort you." A man dressed in all black showed them out of the office.
"If you don't mind, I'll follow," Jack said, "I'd like to be well rested before seeing the Master again." With that, he turned and walked out of the room.
"I would like to see John," Sherlock said.
"Very well, I'll have him come up," said Mycroft. He ordered one of his men to find John and show him to the office.
"Please have a seat." Everyone sat down. "So, since we're assuming that the Master and Moriarty have combined forces, what would they know?"
"Well, Moriarty would know that I have returned to London and he either will or already has found out where and who with."
"If I know the Master, and believe me, I know him all too well, he will also know that I am back and with friends. I can also safely assume that he knows I don't have the Tar-you know what," said the Doctor.
Suddenly, the office door opened, and John Watson walked in. "Hello Sherlock. I didn't expect you back so soon."
"John," acknowledged Sherlock.
"Have a seat John," said Mycroft, "You will want to be informed on what we're discussing."
They filled him in on everything they knew and assumed about the Master and Moriarty, leaving out the alien parts.
"Moriarty's back?!" exclaimed John in alarm, "I can't believe it. How did he do it? He blew his brains out!"
"He appeared to have done so but then again John, I appeared to have jumped off a roof, so Moriarty could have faked his death just as easily. Now, if you'll excuse me, brother, we've had a long day. We're going up to our rooms."
"Fine. But just so you know, I don't want you leaving your rooms. After all, one, maybe two dangerous psychopaths are on the prowl. I'll have men posted outside."
The four exited the office. "Let's go to my room," Sherlock said quietly, "Then we can fill John in on everything we didn't tell my brother."
"Sounds like a plan," agreed Aliea, and off they walked.
[End Chapter]