Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 7 of Supposed to Be. Thank you to those who have left reviews. It really does mean a lot to me that you guys are enjoying this. We are in the final chapter of Episode 1 A Study In Pink. I can't wait to show you what happens in this chapter. Without further ado Chapter 7. Enjoy!

Chapter 7

John held his phone to his ear as he looked out the window. He saw a cab pull away from 221B. His brows furrowed together. "He just got in a cab." He turned to Greg. "It's Sherlock. He just drove off in a cab."

Donovan stood by Greg and tutted in irritation. "I told you, he does that." She looked at Greg. "He bloody left again." She walked back to the kitchen. "We're wasting our time!"

"I'm calling the phone. It's ringing out." John said, pursing his lips together.

"If it's ringing, it's not here." Greg said thinking.

John lowered his phone and reached for the computer. "I'll try the search again."

Donovan came back to confront Greg. "Does it matter? Does any of it? You know, he's just a lunatic, and he'll always let you down, and you're wasting your time. All our time."

Iseabail rolled her eyes, scoffing.

Greg stared at her for a long moment as she held his gaze, then he let out a sigh. "Okay, everybody. Done 'ere."

The police officers began to leave, leaving Greg, with Iseabail and John.

Greg picked up his coat and turned to them. "Why did he do that? Why did he have to leave?"

John shrugged his shoulders. "You know him better than I do."

"I've known him for five years and no, I don't."

"So why do you put up with him?"

"Because I'm desperate, that's why." He walked to the door before turning back. "And because Sherlock Holmes is a great man. And I think one day, if we're very, very lucky, he might even be a good one." He turned and left the two of them alone.

Iseabail let out a soft breath shaking her head lightly. She knew Sherlock better than anyone, but didn't want to admit it out loud just yet to John. She knew that John would be confused of why she would keep it hidden for so long from him. "You're worried about him." She pointed out softly as she looked at John.

John looked over at her, his brows furrowed. "He could be with a murderer of course I'm worried."

Iseabail let out a soft chuckle. "Sounds like something that he would do."

"You know him better than, Inspector Lestrade?"

Iseabail let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah… more than I care to admit." She said softly as she shook her head lightly.

John took a breath and looked around before slowly going towards the living room door to go home, then suddenly looked down and clenched his right hand realizing he didn't have his walking cane. He looked around and saw the cane laying on top of a box of papers next to the dining room table and went over to collect it. John picked up his cane and headed towards the door.

Iseabail let out a soft breath. "Going home huh?" She said softly as the computer suddenly dinged, alerting them that the phone had been found. She quickly moved to the computer.

John turned back as the computer continued to beep rapidly. He went back to the table and propped his cane against it to look at the screen as Iseabail did.

The two of them hurried out the door and John had left his cane forgotten propped up against the table.

SHSHSH

John and Iseabail sat in the back of the taxi. John held onto the computer notebook open in his lap and held his phone to his ear. "No, Detective Inspector Lestrade. I need to speak to him. It's important. It's an emergency!" John pursed his lips together as he waited on the phone. He looked at the map on the laptop. "Er, left here, please. Left here." He told the cab driver where to go.

Iseabail bit her lip softly. She looked over at John. "If Greg doesn't get to you, remember you have an officer with you." She told him softly.

John looked over to her and nodded his head weakly.

SHSHSH

John and Iseabail arrive at Roland-Kerr College. The taxi pulled away and John tucked the notebook into his jacket and looked at the two identical buildings in front of them. Clearly the map is not precise enough to indicate exactly where the phone was.

After a moment, they made a choice and headed towards the buildings.

Iseabail let out a soft breath as she followed John.

John looked over at Iseabail and saw the look on her face. "You're worried about him."

"He used to be my friend." Iseabail said as she walked with him. "Of course I'm worried about him, even though he doesn't think I still care about him as a friend." She shook her head as they walked towards the one building.

SHSHSH

John ran through the corridors with Iseabail. "Sherlock?" He ran from door to door trying them and peering through the windows. "Sherlock!" John yelled as he quickly pulled his gun out causing Iseabail to gasp as she watched him suddenly pull the trigger of the gun.

Iseabail quickly went to the window and saw that the bullet hit a man falling dead to the ground. She ducked and pulled John away. "We need to get the bloody hell out of here." She said harshly, moving him slowly towards the door. She knew that Sherlock would figure out that they were there.

SHSHSH

Sherlock sat on the back steps of an ambulance. A paramedic put an orange blanket on his shoulders as Iseabail and Greg walked over to him. Sherlock gestured to the blanket around his shoulders. "Why have I got this blanket? They keep putting this blanket on me."

Iseabail let out a soft chuckle shaking her head lightly.

"Yeah, it's for shock." Greg pointed out as he looked at Sherlock who was moving it around on his shoulders.

"I'm not in shock."

"Yeah, but some of the guys wanna take photographs." He said with a grin.

Iseabail shook her head lightly as Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"So, the shooter. No sign?"

"Cleared off before we got 'ere. But a guy like that would have had enemies, I suppose. One of them could have been following him but ... " Greg shrugged. "Got nothing to go on."

Sherlock looked at him pointedly. "Oh, I wouldn't say that."

Greg rolled his eyes at Sherlock's comment. "Okay, gimme."

"The bullet they just dug out of the wall's from a hand gun. Kill shot over that distance from that kind of a weapon – that's a crack shot you're looking for, but not just a marksman; a fighter. His hands couldn't have shaken at all, so clearly he's acclimatised to violence. He didn't fire until I was in immediate danger, though, so strong moral principle. You're looking for a man probably with a history of military service …" Sherlock turned his head and looked around the area seeing John standing some distance away behind the police tape. "... and nerves of steel …" He trailed off as John looked back at him innocently and then turned his head away. Sherlock clearly began to realise the connection.

Iseabail's lips quirked a little bit seeing the look on Sherlock's face.

Greg turned to follow Sherlock's gaze and Sherlock turned back to Greg.

"Actually, do you know what? Ignore me."

"Sorry?" Greg said, turning his head.

"Ignore all of that. It's just the, er, the shock talking." Sherlock said as he walked towards John.

"Where're you going?"

Iseabail slowly led Sherlock towards John.

"I just need to talk about the-the rent."

"But I've still got questions for you."

Sherlock turned into irritation. "Oh, what now? I'm in shock! Look, I've got a blanket!" He brandishes the sides of the blanket to prove a point.

"Sherlock!"

"And I just caught you a serial killer ... more or less."

Greg looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. He let out a breath. "Okay. We'll bring you in tomorrow. Off you go."

Sherlock walked away with Iseabail. He took the blanket from around his shoulders and bundled it up as he walked over to John. Sherlock tossed the blanket through an open window of the police car and ducked under the tape as Iseabail followed him slowly.

"Um, Sergeant Donovan's just been explaining everything, the two pills. Been a dreadful business, hasn't it? Dreadful." John said as he looked at Sherlock.

Sherlock looked at him for a moment.

Iseabail let out a soft chuckle as she watched.

"Good shot." Sherlock said quietly.

"Yes. Yes, must have been, through that window."

"Well, you'd know."

John gazed up at him, still unsuccessfully trying to not let his expression give him away.

"Need to get the powder burns out of your fingers. I don't suppose you'd serve time for this, but let's avoid the court case."

John cleared his throat and looked around nervously.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, of course I'm all right."

"Well, you have just killed a man."

"Yes, I …" John trailed off as Sherlock looked at him closely. "That's true, innit?" He smiled and Sherlock continued to watch him carefully. "But he wasn't a very nice man."

Sherlock nodded his head in agreement. "No. No, he wasn't really, was he?"

"And frankly a bloody awful cabbie."

Sherlock chuckled and started to lead them away from the crime scene. "That's true. He was a bad cabbie. Should have seen the route he took us to get here!"

John chuckled as Sherlock smiled. "Stop! Stop, we can't giggle, it's a crime scene! Stop it!"

Iseabail let out a soft laugh shaking her head lightly as she walked with the two of them.

"You're the one who shot him. Don't blame me." Sherlock pointed out.

"Keep your voice down!"

They walked past Sergeant Donovan.

"Sorry – it's just, um, nerves, I think." John apologized.

"Sorry."

John cleared his throat as they walked away from Donovan. "You were gonna take that damned pill, weren't you?"

Sherlock stopped and turned back to John. "Course I wasn't. Biding my time. Knew you'd turn up."

Iseabail shook her head lightly.

"No you didn't. It's how you get your kicks, isn't it? You risk your life to prove you're clever."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you're an idiot."

Sherlock smiled and delighted that someone had finally understood him, and didn't care about his behavior. Someone else just like Iseabail. His eyes slowly looked over at Iseabail and then back to John forcing a smile down. "Dinner?"

"Starving."

They turned to start walking again.

"End of Baker Street, there's a good Chinese stays open 'til two. You can always tell a good Chinese by examining the bottom third of the door handle."

A man slowly got out of the car.

John stared as he noticed two people get out of the car.

Iseabail followed John's eyes and her eyes widened.

"Sherlock. That's him. That's the man I was talking to you about."

Sherlock looked across at the man before narrowing his eyes. "I know exactly who that is." Sherlock walked closer to the man and stopped, looking at him angrily.

John glanced around trying to gage where the police were in case he needed help besides Iseabails.

"So, another case cracked. How very public spirited ... though that's never really your motivation, is it?" The man said as he looked at Sherlock.

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock questioned why he was there.

"As ever, I'm concerned about you."

"Yes, I've been hearing about your 'concern'."

"Always so aggressive. Did it never occur to you that you and I belong on the same side?"

"Oddly enough, no!"

"We have more in common than you like to believe. This petty feud between us is simply childish. People will suffer ... and you know how it always upset Mummy."

John frowned, unsure of what he had just heard.

Iseabail let out a breath pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I upset her? Me?"

The man glowered at him.

"It wasn't me that upset her, Mycroft."

"No, no, wait. Mummy? Who's Mummy?" John questioned, confused.

"Mother – our mother. This is my brother, Mycroft."

John stared for a moment at the man in amazement.

"Putting on weight again?"

"Losing it, in fact." Mycroft pointed out as he looked at Sherlock.

"He's your brother?!" John said, looking back and forth between the two men.

"Of course he's my brother."

"So he's not …"

"Not what?"

The brothers looked at John as he shrugged in embarrassment.

"I dunno – criminal mastermind?" He grimaced at even having mentioned it.

Sherlock looked at Mycroft disparagingly. "Close enough."

"For goodness' sake. I occupy a minor position in the British government." Mycroft pointed out looking at Sherlock again.

"He is the British government, when he's not too busy being the British Secret Service or the CIA on a freelance basis."

Mycroft let out a sigh.

"Good evening, Mycroft. Try not to start a war before I get home. You know what it does for the traffic." Sherlock said walking away.

John started to follow him but turned back to Mycroft who had turned to watch his brother. "So, when-when you say you're concerned about him, you actually are concerned?"

"Yes, of course." Mycroft said as he looked over at John.

"I mean, it actually is a childish feud?"

"He's always been so resentful. You can imagine the Christmas dinners."

"Yeah ... no. God, no!" John half turned to follow Sherlock. "I-I'd better, um …" He turned to Anthea, who had been standing by throughout the conversation her eyes fixed on her blackberry phone. "Hello again."

She looked up at him and smiled at him brightly. "Hello."

"Yes, we-we met earlier on this evening."

She stared at him as if she had never seen him before, but pretended that she remembered him. "Oh!"

"Okay, good night." He turned to follow Sherlock.

Iseabail simply shook her head lightly knowing that everything had changed due with how Sherlock was acting and now Mycroft back into the fold and it concerned her.

"Good night, Doctor Watson."

John caught up with Sherlock.

Iseabail let out a breath as she looked over at Mycroft. "You really needed to follow him, Mycroft?" She questioned as she simply crossed her arms as she looked at him.

Mycroft looked over at her. "Good to see you again, Bell."

Iseabail let out a soft breath shaking her head lightly.

Anthea looked over at Mycroft who went back to watching his brother and John walk away. "Sir, shall we go?"

"Interesting, that soldier fellow."

Anthea looked briefly at the departing boys, then turned her attention back to her blackberry.

"He could be the making of my brother – or make him worse than ever. Either way, we'd better upgrade their surveillance status. Grade Three Active."

Anthea looked up from her phone. "Sorry, sir. Whose status?"

Mycroft intensely watched the two departing men. "Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson."

Iseabail let out a breath and shook her head lightly. "You want to spy on them."

Mycroft looked at her, his brows furrowed. "I am allowed to be worried, Bell."

"I don't doubt you are concerned about Mycroft." Iseabail said as she looked at him her brows furrowed. "I am concerned as well. Sherlock will derail is something bad happens and you think that John would be able to stop him from doing something stupid?"

Mycroft let out a breath before lightly putting his hand on her shoulder squeezing it lightly. "I know you'll watch him."

Iseabail cleared her throat. "I can't keep watching him, Mycroft. You know he's still very mad at me for becoming part of Scotland Yard."

Mycroft let out a breath. "Just give him time."

"Mycroft, I have given him 7 years to forgive me for it." Iseabail pointed out letting out a breath.

Mycroft squeezed her shoulder again. "He knew that you wanted to do the right thing, just like I did."

"You supported me, Mycroft, he didn't." Iseabail said softly, taking a deep breath.

Mycroft patted her shoulder lightly. He looked at her closely. "You need to rest." He told her softly. "You've been working hard on this case lately and not getting enough sleep."

Iseabail looked up at him and her eyes met with his. "You've been watching me too, haven't you?"

"You're part of Scotland Yard. Of course I'm watching you."

Iseabail let out a breath shaking her head lightly. "You shouldn't be spying on me, Mycroft."

"I am worried for you too. You are my friend after all."

"Friends don't spy on one another. You could've just checked on me, Mycroft."

Mycroft let out a soft breath. "I am sorry, Bell."

"Next time just check on me, don't spy on me." She said as she turned to walk away to head home and get some much needed rest.

"I will see you soon, Bell." He called after her as he watched her go. He let out a soft breath. "Bring her level up as well to match Sherlock and Dr. Watson." He said looking over at Anthea.

Anthea looked up from her blackberry and then nodded her head softly knowing what he wanted to do. He wanted everyone to be watched who was now close to his brother.

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This is the end of Chapter 7 and the end of Episode one of Season 1. I know that there was a lot going on in this chapter, but I enjoyed writing it. I hope that you guys enjoyed this first full episode in this story and Episode 2 will be started up shortly. Please leave a review and let me know what you think and please let me know if there is anything that you would like to see in future chapters. Until next time.