A Story is Partially Revealed
"I will spare you of any unnecessary details and just get right to it. I must confess I have been in on this little mystery."
"I knew it! Why are you here then?"
"Don't interrupt, Mr. Watson. I'm not sure how much you know, but we ran into Mike Stamford- Lestrade, Moriarty and I. He dismissed himself quickly after giving us a bit of information. Your sister, Harriet is the mastermind behind all this."
"I know that already."
"All right. Well there isn't too much you don't know. Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson are being held captive, and if something isn't done soon-"
The door slammed open, "Well, well, well Mycroft," Harriet said softly. "Changing sides are we?"
Mycroft gasped, "How did you know?"
"Don't you know I have cameras everywhere?"
"Why didn't you stop me?"
"I wanted to see if you'd really betray me. Seems as though you were going to; can't have that happening, now can we?" Harriet smiled coldly.
"But-"
"But what?" Harriet demanded. Not waiting for an answer, she said, "But nothing. You betray me. And now I have no further use for you." She brought a revolver out of her pocket and walked up to Mycroft. "Goodbye, Mr. Holmes."
She was about to pull the trigger when John leaped up and pushed her; the bullet lodged into the roof and exploded. "Idiot!" she screamed, "The officials will be here any minute now!" Her eyes burned with hate for her brother. "You will regret this, John Watson, you will." With that, she fled the room and charged up the stairs to her prisoners.