In this chapter and the next two Mycroft will be ooc. We will get to see him show emotion finally lol

Mycroft's Pov

John, Sherlock, the police, and I all arrived at the old chocolate factory together. It was completely abandoned. No vehicles, no people, nothing. Just the echoing sound of dripping water in the distance. The only thing that showed any semblance of recent activity was fresh tire treads, random scattered papers, and lights had been left on.

Everyone began searching the building. We didn't find anything except a handful of empty offices. Some still had desks and other office furniture while others did not.

Sherlock opened one of the rooms to find a couch, a TV monitor, and a desk with papers and notebooks scattered across it. There was a few extension cords running across the floor with a lamp and a police scanner plugged into them. In one corner there was a card table set up with a half played game of poker on it. Beer bottles and empty food containers littered the floor. The room was a mess and it was clear that it had been abandoned in a hurry.

"Mycroft, you come look at this." Sherlock hollored down the hallway to me. I calmly entered the room and cautiously walked around. Sherlock stayed in the doorway, watching me. Suddenly without thinking I angrily flipped the card table. "Where is he?!" I yelled.

"Myc..we'll find him." Sherlock said quietly. 'Also good job on disturbing an active crime scene." even in a serious time he still had to be rude to me. What a typical brother.

Sally appeared next to Sherlock in the doorway. She looked at my pensive figure and said "So, um, this probably isn't a good time to tell you, but we found another room down the hall that has blood in it. Human blood." We followed her down the hallway to the last room. There was a desk with a small lamp on it to the right of the door, and a metal folding chair sitting in the middle of the room. There were puddles of blood surrounding the chair, most of which looked as if it had been spit out, judging by the trajectory of the blood spatters. Out of reach of the chair was a five gallon bucket half full of bloody water and a bloodied bar of rebar. The walls were grimey and there was only one small window at the top of one of the walls. I took one step in and sighed sadly. Sally put her hand on the back of my left shoulder, "I know this is hard but don't touch anything. I can't have another room contaminated. We will get forensics in and hopefully find something useful."

I looked around, then silently turned and walked back to my car. I could feel a sense of hopelessness seeping in through my chest and weighing down my feet. It felt nearly impossible to drag myself out of the warehouse and back to my waiting car. I could feel the old me start to return. The apathetic me, the me before Gregory entered my life.I needed a cigarette, bad. John had followed me out and as we both leaned up against my car I lit up.

"Im sorry, Mycroft. This...this can't be easy for you. I can't imagine the pain your feeling right now.' John said as he looked down at his now muddied shoes. It had rained on our way here, washing away any chance of finding any evidence that could have been outside, besides the tire treads.

"No, it is not." I said as I exhaled a mouthful of smoke. The cigarette was exactly what I needed right now. "Did you know I was married before, John?' I asked him, absently.

'No I didn't. What happened?

"His name was Kyle. he was shipped off to Iraq soon after we married. His caravan hit a landmine. I was told he died instantly. I promised I would never fall in love again after that. Heartbreak is just too painful."

"Then why did you ask Greg out?"

"I don't know really. I guess I was lonely.' I finished my cigarette and ground it out with my foot.

"Hey, no shame in that. We all get lonely sometimes. Even Sherlock, though he won't admit it. I've noticed he'll stay in the same room with me more or want to actually interact with me when he is." John stood up, "Well I'm going to go help clear some of these other buildings. You wanna come?"

"I think I am going to have another cigarette and then perhaps I will." I said as I pulled out another smoke.

"Alright." he said as he walked away.

The rest of the day was spent clearing all of the abandoned buildings that surrounded the area. There were about a dozen buildings. Forensics had also begun examining the first building. John had gone and got everyone (well Sherlock, Sally, himself, and me at least) coffee and lunch around midday. I ended up drinking three cups before I knew it but I barely touched my sandwich. It was dry and I was too anxious to eat.

By the time it was dark, all but one of the buildings had been cleared. Nearly all of the evidence had been collected. John had called Anthea to convince me to go home since I was refusing to listen to him or anyone else. I wanted to be here if they found anything. Once she arrived she took one look at me and rolled her eyes.

'Mycroft, you look terrible. Let's get you home. You have been up nearing forty eight hours now. I'll make you some tea and get you to bed. I can ask someone to get your car.' She said as she shooed me towards the car she came in. Tthe driver was standing near the back of the car with the back door open, waiting for us.

It was nearly an hour ride back home; Anthea worked on her phone in silence the entire ride, leaving me to my thoughts. I was exhausted, the last 48 hours had finally started to catch up to me., When we finally got to the house Anthea followed me in and then went to the kitchen. I heard cabinets being opened and closed followed by water running. I took my coat off and hung it in the coat closet. I lingered in the entryway, not quite sure what to do with myself at this point. I felt lost, useless, and mostly just exhausted. Home didn't feel like home without Gregory. I decided to go sit in the kitchen with Anthea.

Without looking up from her phone she said "We'll find him." she paused and met my gaze, "Mycroft, we will find Gregory." she looked sad, almost like she didn't believe what she was saying. Sherlock had filled her in about the bloodied room and how so far we had no more leads about where Gregory could be or even why he was taken.

"That's what everyone keeps telling me Anthea.' I said listlessly , looking at my hands. The kettle began whistling and Anthea went over and pour two cups of tea and then brought them over to an island where we had been sitting. "I know, I'm sorry. We just don't know what else to say." she said. We sat in silence after that.

I finished my cup and got up, leaving my cup behind. I didn't care about leaving a mess behind tonight. I just didn't have it in me to care for something so trivial. "I think I am going to go to bed. You are welcome to stay the night. You know where the guest bedroom is." She had stayed here many a nights before when we were overwhelmed with preventing the government from collapsing.

'Thanks, but I think I will tidy up and head home myself. I will make sure to lock up once I leave. Do you need anything else?'

'I need Gregory to be home…`` I headed upstairs to my bedroom. I changed into some of my favorite silk pajamas and then brushed my teeth. I made sure my phone was plugged in next to my side of the bed so I wouldn't miss it if anyone called with details about Gregory. Finally I climbed into bed, full aware that I wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.