Holmes is called Sherlock in this, because this is from Mycroft's point of view. For those who were wondering.
"Sherlock, please take a seat," Mycroft said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.
Sherlock disregarded the offer with a wave of his hand. "I'm not staying long, Mycroft. I have far too much to do today."
Mycroft nodded in acknowledgment, then got down to business. "Why have you come to see me, Sherlock? Is this about Moriarty?"
"You know of him?" Sherlock's look of surprise quickly faded. "Of course you know of him." He hesitated. "Mycroft, I need your help."
"With what, my dear brother?" Mycroft was quite honestly startled by this. His brother had not asked for his help since Sherlock was 10. This must be a very serious matter.
"Moriarty is trying to kill me," Sherlock stated.
"You would not come here for protection, so it must be something else. Something to do with the doctor?" Mycroft theorized.
Sherlock looked abashed, but continued. "In the morning, I wish that you would drive Watson to the station. I fear that Moriarty may try to abduct him, before he can reach the station." He leant forward. "Please, Mycroft, you're the only one I can trust."
"Of course, Sherlock," Mycroft promised, shocked by the plea. As Sherlock left, he wondered about the deceptively ordinary man that had changed Sherlock so much, he would ask for help from his brother.
