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Ch.10 The Game Is...

Mycroft was sitting in his office looking through a dossier on a French foreign national. He was fairly convinced the man was trying to blackmail a member of Parliament. As he read the through the information, he wished Sherlock's plate wasn't quite so full since this was something he'd much rather pass off onto his little brother. He was shaken from his thoughts by the text alert on his mobile.

Something's happened to Sherlock, but I can't talk, I think the flat is bugged-M

What happened

There was a phone on his mantel, not his phone, he kept getting messages on it but he didn't answer them, he was just talking to the flat like he could be heard. He never showed me the texts, but he told me to stay here and call my brother... I'm an only child-M

I'm on my way to you, where is he now

I don't know, after more texts he said he had to leave, that I couldn't follow him and couldn't tell me where he was going-M

Mycroft came rushing into the flat twenty minutes later to find Molly sitting in Sherlock's chair biting her nails. "Molly, come with me to the car." She grabbed her coat and followed him out. When they reached the front door they were surrounded by seven agents and ushered into a black sedan, the agents rushed back to the flat.

"Okay, tell me everything, they are sweeping the flat as we speak." Mycroft spoke as soon as they were seated.

"First of all don't try to track his phone, he left it with me." She said pulling Sherlock's phone out of her pocket.

"Of course, that would have been too easy." Mycroft waved off the phone so she put it away. "Why, by the way, did you not go to you're security detail the minute Sherlock walked out the door? I contacted her on the way here and she had no idea what was going on." Mycroft asked with only a hint of irritation in his voice.

"Because that phone got into the flat somehow, I was afraid the detail had been compromised." Molly was afraid she may have offended him until he spoke again because of the odd look he was giving her.

"Doctor, you continue to suprise me. Please go ahead."

"Well it was strange because he obviously was having a conversation, but I only heard his side, the other side must have been the text messages." Molly started telling Mycroft everything she could remember about the broken conversation she had just heard. When she got to the part where Sherlock said "Over my dead body woman!" Mycroft stopped her.

"Wait! He said woman?"

"Yes, what's that mean?" She asked.

"Molly can you remember anything about the phone? Was it old or new, a smartphone... what?"

"Well, new I think and a smartphone defiantly. But the strangest thing about it was the ring tone."

Mycroft's eyes grew wide. "Let me guess, did it sound like a woman in the throes of passion?"

"Yes, that's exactly what it sounded like. What does that mean Mr. Holmes?"

"It means my brother made a huge mistake that has literally come back to slap him on his posterior. What else did he say Molly?"

She went through everything else Sherlock said before he left. Mycroft was looking quite pensive, if she didn't know better she'd think he was in his own Mind Palace.

"Is that everything Molly?" He said after a few minutes.

"Oh no there was one more thing, I can't believe I almost forget. I assume it's some kind of message, like when he wanted me to call you. Just before he left he whispered something in my ear," She cleared her throat. "He said, 'I love you, sorry I didn't say that earlier.' I'm sorry I couldn't figure that one out." She said shrugging her shoulders.

Mycroft smiled. "No Molly, that's not a message for me, but rather for you."

Molly cocked her head and looked at the elder Holmes like he had lost his mind. "What does it mean?"

"There's no hidden meaning Molly, he was simply telling you that he loves you. He has for some time. I myself have been aware of it as well and was hoping he'd get around to telling you soon. Good for him. Hopefully we'll know something when the agents are finished with the sweep. Did you see which direction he walked when he left."

Molly stared at Mycroft completely dumbstruck, but managed to answer his question nonetheless, "He turned right, I watched until I couldn't see him anymore... Sherlock love's me?"

"Yes dear, very much so. Now let's work on getting him back so he can say that again, shall we?"

Sherlock walked about four blocks before he lost his security detail, it should have been harder than that. He would have to have a talk with Mycroft. A short time later a black Jaguar pulled up and the passenger side window rolled down.

"Well Mr. Holmes, it's been too long... care for a drive?" The Woman asked.

Sherlock looked up at the CCTV camera across the street then got into the car.

"What do you want?" He asked as he sat down next to the last person he ever wanted to see again.

"Awe, is that any way to talk to the woman who saved your life? Looks like I'm going to have to beat some manners back into you." She said pulling back onto the road.

"I want to know what's going on. What is all this?"

"This, Sherlock, is the first day of the rest of your life." She said with a huge grin.

Molly called the Watsons and Mycroft called Greg to have them all meet at his office. Mycroft told Greg not to call in any Yarders, something about national security. The tru was that he couldn't have anyone without a security clearance aware that Irene Adler was very much alive, since Sherlock was the cause of that unfortunate occurrence. When they arrived the four of them, minus Mycroft, started going through CCTV footage. It didn't take long to realize that the person smart enough to hack England's airwaves had also wiped all the feeds as well.

"Bloody hell!" Greg said, "How the hell are we gonna to find him now?"

"I'm gonna to rip her apart!" Mary growled.

"You're seven months gone, you won't be doing anything of the sort!" John said.

"He could be anywhere." Greg added.

"That bitch, that filthy slag!" Mary continued.

"Mary please calm down, remember your blood pressure." John pleaded.

"John's right Mary, besides... that's my job." Molly said then everyone turned and looked at her.

Mary's face changed from utter contempt to unsuppressed joy. John and Greg looked more than shocked.

Just then Mycroft came running into the room.

"The footage is wiped." John said.

"I suspected as much. Doesn't matter, I slipped a tracking device into Sherlock's wallet the evening of the broadcast. I was afraid something like this might happen. I was worried he had found and removed it, but it seems he's been too distracted as of late." He said looking at Molly. "We're very fortunate." He added as Molly blushed.

"It's abandoned aircraft hanger." Mycroft had a piece of paper in his hand and handed it to John.

He looked at it and so did Mary. "I have no idea where that is." John said shaking his head.

Mycroft waved him off, "My driver will know."

"How many agents will we have since I couldn't bring any of my people." Greg asked glaring at Mycroft.

"Most of them are at 221B. We have us, my driver and the two agents that came with the three of you. It would take too long to call in more. We need to go." Mycroft said ushering them out of his office.

As they all started outside Mary turned to John and said, "Give me the keys, I know what's coming next. I'll take Molly to Sherlock's and wait with the agents."

"Thanks love, I didn't want to have to pull rank on you in front of the boys." John said as he kissed Mary on the cheek.

"Just don't get killed!" Mary yelled as she and Molly made their way to her car.

As they were getting in the car Molly said, "Mary, I want you to be safe but I really wanted to go with them."

"I know hun, that's why we're gonna to get there before them. Irene Adler is use to dealing with the Holmes boys and maybe even my husband, but she and I haven't had the opportunity to meet yet. She won't know what hit her, unless you'd like to do the honers?" Mary asked with a wink as she pulled away driving like a bat out of hell.

"Mycroft, how is Irene Alder alive? You know before I met Sherlock I never once knew someone that came back from the dead. It's a become a regular thing these days." John said.

"Yes, well John unfortunately Sherlock felt the need to run off and save Miss Adler in her time of need. It seems she's paid him back for that kindness. I just wish I knew what her end game was. We've been looking for her ever since his little hero act. I have no idea how she managed to stay off our radar for so long." Mycroft replied.

"Wait a minute, who is this Adler?" Greg asked.

John and Mycroft looked at each other.

John spoke up, "She's a dominatrix who was working with Moriarty and had a thing for Sherlock. She brilliant, manipulative and dangerous."

"Oh, the Woman! Ya, I Googled her after your blog post... well if you're gonna be kidnapped by someone it might as well be a smokin' hot sex worker. Sherlock get's all the breaks." Greg said.

John and Mycroft just stared at him. Suddenly the car bumped and thumbed then came to a stop.

"Oh, shit!" John said.

"What's going on Henry?" Mycroft called out.

The driver turned around, "Flat tire sir, I'll have it fixed in ten minutes."

"Make it five!" Mycroft exclaimed.

"Why do I suddenly feel like I'm in a bad police comedy?" John asked.

The car raced through London at brake neck speeds, Molly holding on for dear life. "Um, Mary... you're really good at this. But please be careful. Sherlock would never forgive himself if anything happened to you or the baby because of him."

"Don't worry I know what I'm doing. Um, so now is as good a time as any... that secret I told you about..."

"Really now?" Molly asked as they went through yet another stop light.

"Well, I sorta use to be a spy." Mary said as she took a corner nearly on two wheels.

"You're a spy?" Molly shouted.

"No, not anymore. Now I'm a wife and a nurse... soon to be mother. But I before John and all of you I had a different life. So when we get there let me take the lead. Like I said, I know what I'm doing... Okay?"

"I have to tell you Mary, today has been full of surprises."

"Really, what other surprise did you get today?" Mary asked smiling all the while driving like a mad woman.

"Oh um, well I'm not sure I should say anything yet... it's odd really."

"Right, did it have to do with Sherlock and his not so cleverly concealed feelings for you?" Mary asked smiling.

Molly looked over at Mary stunned by her statement. "How did you know?"

"It's obvious to anyone really paying attention." Then Mary squealed. "I'm so excited... was it romantic? Or did he muck it up? Mycroft was suppose to talk to him and make sure he knew what he was doing."

Molly stared ahead at the cars and lights racing past them. She hadn't had much time to think about it all since Mycroft had confirmed that Sherlock had indeed been talking to her and not passing some kind of code. Oh dear Lord... Sherlock loves me... Molly was pulled out of her thoughts by Mary.

"Be a lamb and grab that box out from under your seat."

"What's in the box Mary?" Molly asked.

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