AN: I sincerely apologize for posting so late! X'(
My Mum hasn't paid for the Internet so I haven't had a chance to post it! Please forgive me! I might be posting late because of that reason! TT_TT

I noticed how everyone is curious about whose side Mycroft is on so, I went ahead and made it clear in this chapter! :D
I hope you are excited for that!~

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.

Happy Reading!~

When Sherlock stormed away from the living room, he saw Lestrade's bags against the wall and swiftly stole the gift bag that was perched on top of his luggage and went into the kitchen to drink the tea Mrs. Hudson had made. Sherlock placed the gift and the cup of tea on the table and inspected it for a bit before removing the tissue paper and retrieved the contents from inside. He wasn't surprised to see a gift for Lestrade but, when he took out the other gift, it wasn't for Lestrade.

It was for him.

Sherlock grabbed his gift and analyzed it. He deduced that it came from Mycroft because the design on the wrapping paper was customized and had a tiny bit of cake frosting on some of the corners and the present itself was a picture because Sherlock could feel the frame of the picture.

Sherlock scoffed at his brother's sentiment and proceeded to open the gift.

Sherlock thought about throwing it away but then he saw John's smiling face in the frame and ripped up the rest of the wrapping paper to reveal John and himself smiling while standing in front of 221B. Sherlock tried to remember when this picture was taken but realized he must have deleted it from his memory. Sherlock then noticed a piece of paper sticking out from the inner left corner of the picture frame and carefully took it out and read it:

'You will thank me soon enough. –MH'

Sherlock shook his head and was going to throw the note away but then he paused.

'When have I become so ordinary?'

Sherlock went to the refrigerator and pulled out a beaker of chemicals and put the note inside the chemicals and went to go get his laptop to type out the results.

After many minutes, or possibly hours, of lying on the floor, Lestrade got up and stretched his aching muscles. He then made his way to the kitchen to hopefully find Mrs. Hudson's tea waiting for him but only found Sherlock with two empty tea cups next to him and a test tube of chemicals with a piece of paper bubbling up inside.

Lestrade sighed and went to the refrigerator to find milk to make some coffee. When he opened the door, he took a big step back and stared at the refrigerator in shock.

Inside was a human head with the crown of the head cut completely off, a missing brain, the eyes have been removed from the eye sockets, the mouth is wide open as if the head was releasing a silent scream, and dried up blood decorated the interior walls of the refrigerator and the head.

Lestrade noticed a plastic bag that contained the missing eyes and filled half way with blood. Lestrade flinched and slowly closed the refrigerator.

'Are you bloody kidding me? How does John put up with this?'

"He doesn't."

Lestrade turned to Sherlock with a questioning glance.

"What?"

Sherlock closed his laptop and turned around to face Lestrade.

"John doesn't put up with all of this. I purposely put the head in there because I knew Mycroft was going to ask someone to stay with me. People always get surprised and startled when they see it. That's how I normally have people leave."

Lestrade shook his head and went over to Sherlock and patted his shoulder.

"Sorry mate, I'm not going anywhere." Lestrade assured Sherlock with a smirk and took off to the living room and made sure he didn't sit on John's seat.

Sherlock shot a glare at Lestrade and sat back down.

'We will see about that.'

Mycroft sighed for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day.

Anthea had informed him there was a mandatory meeting regarding the recent terrorist attack threats that have been issued to the British Government by an anonymous group.

Now, Mycroft was currently in a small completely enclosed gray room with a select amount of people presenting their thoughts on the matter.

Mycroft chuckled at the speaker's simplicity.

'All their theories are completely broad. How humorous.'

Mycroft noticed a suspicious waiter at the window of the door staring at him as if waiting for some sort of signal.

'It's time I assume.'

Mycroft moved his left hand to rest on the surface of the table and started to tap a command with his index finger.

'C-O-M-E- -I-N'

The waiter nodded and proceeded to enter the room and serve the speaker and presenters a glass of what seemed to be water at first glance. The waiter passed by Mycroft and tripped. He picked up the tray and quickly retrieved a mini note card from his pocket and placed it on Mycroft's open palm that was currently resting on his right thigh. The waiter got up and stuttered an apology for interrupting the meeting before he hastily exited the room.

Mycroft watched with a keen eye as everyone grabbed the glass and consumed the liquid. He observed that their faces seemed to pale and they had trouble staying conscious.

'5, 4, 3, 2, 1…'

Mycroft saw all of them dropped like flies.

He called the ambulance and told them a fake story before he grabbed his umbrella, from the hanger on the wall, and exiting the room. While walking to the elevator, he unclenched his fist and read the note:

'Meet me on the roof. It's time for an official meeting. –CAM'

Mycroft fisted the note and put it in his pocket before pressing the roof button in the elevator.

Mycroft reached the roof and stepped out of the elevator only to be met with a familiar face.

It was none other than Jim Moriarty.

Moriarty was grinning ear to ear when he saw Mycroft come to his field of view. Moriarty was going to say something but then his face dropped and he looked away.

Mycroft could guess why that happened as he heard hesitant approaching footsteps from behind him and turned around to meet the third guest.

"Hello Moran."

Moran's expression told Mycroft that he was both glad and unsure of seeing Moriarty once again. Mycroft cleared his throat and both of their heads turned to him.

"I believe we are here for a reason, are we not?"

"Yes you are."

All three of them turned towards the new voice.

"Hello. My name is Charles Augustus Magnussen and I am the person who has effortlessly blackmailed you. It's nice to meet you."

AN: Woah! Bet you didn't see that coming!
I was waiting for the third season to show so I could use another character in my story! I heard there was going to be another powerful figure in the third series so I decided to use him. XD

I have to be up-to-date with the series, you know?! X3
As for the villain's name, I looked it up on Google so correct me if I got his name wrong!

Remember, constructive criticism is very much appreciated! Actually, anything is fine! :3

Have a nice day!~