A/N: So, this one should be longer:) Because the last two, well, weren't. I don't own Sherlock or it's characters, the OC, however, is mine. Enjoy:)
*Two months later*
Sherlock, John and Mari were all sat in 221B Baker Street. Everyone was completely silent because Sherlock was thinking and everyone by now, had learnt not to interrupt him. Everyone that was, except Mari.
Mari was drumming on the coffee table with a pen, making up a beat that didn't exist just to pass the time.
"Can you not do that." Sherlock said, irritated, turning to Mari, looking annoyed. "Not do what?" Mari smiled sweetly, drumming louder.
"Not drum. I am trying to think." Sherlock snapped. Before Mari could make a witty remark, John stepped in.
"Mari, why don't you come to the cash machine with me?" John began. "I need a bit of fresh air anyway." He finished, getting up and pulling a reluctant Mari with him. "Fine, alright, we'll leave him to his 'mind palace'." Mari smirked before following John out of the door.
John was using the cash machine while Mari had her back to him so he could type in his pin. She didn't notice she was whistling until a sleek black car pulled up to the pavement beside them and she half-frowned.
John and Mari both looked at each other and frowned. (Mari frowned deeper) Knowing exactly who the black car was from and what it meant.
They both meekly stepped inside and were driven away.
They pulled up to an elegant white painted building labelled 'The Diogenes Club'. John and Mari both stepped inside the building and entered a large room.
The room had five round tables, each of them having a single armchair beside it. Four out of the five were occupied by smart looking middle-aged men or elderly men.
John looked around before approaching a man, Mari following after him, not wanting to be left alone.
"Er, excuse me. Um, I'm looking for Mycroft Holmes." John said awkwardly to one of the elder men. The man looked utterly appalled and shocked, but didn't look up and John or Mari.
"Would you happen to know...If he's around? At all?" John tried again. Only the outcome to be gaining more of the same looks from other people in the room, but none of them replying.
John tried again a few more times, getting more frustrated with each silence after his questions before deciding that me must be invisible.
"Can you actually see me? Can any of you actually see me?!" He raved. Mari laughed a little bit at his attempts.
John looked like he was about to break something, but two men appeared on either side of Mari and John. "What? Hey, get off me!" Mari demanded as they pulled her and John out into another room. John muffling roughly the same things she was.
The door shut behind them roughly and they both saw Mycroft pouring himself a drink.
"Tradition, you two." Mycroft began. "Our traditions define us." He finished.
"So total silence is traditional, is it? You can't even say "Pass the sugar." Can you?" John said, while Mari chuckled behind him.
"Three-quarters of the diplomatic service and half the government front bench all sharing one tea trolley. It's for the best, believe me." Mycroft said, smiling at John as he walked towards a pair of armchairs.
"You read this stuff?" Mari asked, picking up a copy of 'The Sun' from a small table. John walked over and read over Mari's shoulder.
The article said how 'Super Sleuth' Sherlock Holmes has been exposed as a fraud. It said how out-of-work actor Richard Brook reveals all to 'The Sun'.
In the corner of the page, Mari saw a small article about 'Sherlock's Mystery Girl' Mari laughed inwardly as she wondered if her brother had seen this.
"There are some rather intriguing theories about you and my brother, Mari." Mycroft said. "Oh, I bet there are." Mari sighed.
"I'd love to know where she got that information." John commented. "Someone called Brook. Recognise the name?" Mycroft asked. John lowered the paper and shook his head.
An odd feeling arose in Mari. Somehow she had a feeling that she knew her brother was involved. Mari zoned out for a while, thinking about this theory, but was eventually brought back to reality when she heard John say her brother's name.
"You think this was Moriarty?" John asked. "He promised Sherlock he'd come back." Mycroft pointed out. "If this is Moriarty we'd be dead already." John said. "If not Moriarty, then who?" Mycroft asked, turning his head slightly towards Mari. She raised her eyebrows and was about to speak, but John cut in quickly before she could.
"Why don't you talk to Sherlock about it? If you're so concerned about him?" Mycroft looked away and fidgeted with his glass.
"Oh, God, don't tell me..." John said, him and Mari both rolling their eyes. "Too much history between us. Old scores, resentments." Mycroft said. "Nicked all his smurfs? Broke his Action Man?" John couldn't help but say it and they both couldn't help but laugh. Much to Mycroft's un-amusement.
"We both know what's coming, John." Mycroft began. "You especially Mari." He finished as they were almost out of the door. John stopped and turned to face Mycroft.
"Moriarty is obsessed. He's sworn to destroy his only rival." Mycroft said, getting John annoyed. "So you want me to watch out for your brother because he won't accept your help." John said. "If it's not too much trouble." Mycroft said, smiling, before his expression turned threatening. He nods before opening the door for Mari who looked distraught. It looked like Mycroft's words had a big effect on her.