Sherlock's eyes moved around the room, taking in every detail, before they came to a rest on the Crown Jewels. He sighed and walked up to them, picking up the crown and fingering it with the carelessness of a child. Mycroft tore the crown out of his brother's hands. "Can you at least try to act mature?" He asked his brother. His brother just rolled his eyes.
Sherlock circled the table,running his fingers along the side. "What exactly am I looking for?" He asked Mycroft.
"I don't know." Mycroft said, clearly annoyed. "You're the detective here." Sherlock stopped circling the table as he noticed something. He picked up a sealed letter that had lain underneath the crown. "What is it?" His brother asked.
Sherlock shook his head. "I've seen this seal before." He said. He reached in to his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. He flipped it over to reveal the same seal.
"Where did you get that?" Mycroft asked his younger brother.
"It was delivered to me." Sherlock said, stuffing the letter back in to his pocket. He picked the letter back up and opened it. Mycroft watched his brother's eyes widen.
"What is it?" Mycroft asked his brother, reaching for the letter. Sherlock said nothing. Instead, he dropped the letter and darted out the door. "Sherlock!" Mycroft shouted after him, knowing that his brother wouldn't stop. He picked up the letter from where it lay on the floor. One word was scribbled across the paper in beautiful cursive handwriting.
Molly.
"There's no need to worry miss." Wanda said. "Scotland Yard will take care of it."
"I doubt that." Molly muttered under her breath. She picked at the brain in front of her. Usually, she would be consumed by her work but right now she couldn't focus. So much had happened over the past week. Things that she had never thought would happen.
"Why do you doubt?" Wanda asked. "Scotland Yard is made up of the best."
Molly faced her maid. "Wanda," she said, "Sherlock Holmes could not find my parents. I doubt that Scotland Yard can."
Wanda shook her head. "There's no reason to lose hope." She said, she turned around as the doorbell rang.
"There is no hope." Molly muttered to herself. She returned to picking at the brain, still not really focused on it. The door burst open. Molly sighed. "Wanda-" she looked up to the door. The words that she had been about to say died in her throat as she saw who was standing at the door.
"Molly." Sherlock said panting. He stood in the doorway, his hair plastered to his head with sweat. He was wearing the same clothes that she had seen him in four days ago, he hadn't seemed to have changed. "You're here." He said, mostly to himself. He looked so relieved.
"Of course I'm here." Molly said. "Why wouldn't I be here?"
"Nothing." Sherlock said. "It's just...I..." He shook his head. "There's...it's...nothing."
"It's not nothing." Molly said. He was worried for her. Why? "What is it?"
"Nothing." Sherlock shouted. "Nothing at all." He turned around and left.
"Sherlock, wait." Molly ran after him. Halfway down the stairs he froze.
"What?" He asked her. There was hostility in his voice. A hostility that she had never heard there before.
Molly shook her head. "It's nothing." She said. She couldn't bring herself to say what she had wanted to. "Nothing." She sighed as she watched him leave. He was so confusing. Why had he just burst in to her laboratory like that? Why had he been so relieved to see her? What did that mean? It meant nothing, Molly told herself, nothing at all.