Again, I've only has the chance to read this through once. So I'm sorry if spelling/punctuation is worse than before.

I don't own, only Emily.

I know some if not a lot of you were looking forward to Emily freaking out when she hears the name Moriarty, but... well, please don't hate me.

A BIG thank you to everyone who has followed/favourite/reviewed. Especially since this story now has over 100 followers...I'm in shock, I need a blanket!

Emily couldn't control the giggle that escaped her mouth. A paramedic had once again placed an orange blanket around Sherlock's shoulders. It was possibly their third attempt of doing this, and each time, the Consulting Detective had taken the thing off.

But each time, Emily had found herself laughing. It just looked rather odd on the man. She had made John swear he would never tell Sherlock she had snapped a photo on her phone. And he had agreed on the condition that she would use it for blackmail against him in the possible future, if of course, she ever needed to.

The pair slowly walked over closer to the Ambulance as Lestrade started talking to Sherlock. They came to a stop at the Police car and watched the two before them.

"Do you think he knows?" Emily whispered to John. Although there was really no need for her to do so, no one was paying them any mind anyway.

"Well. It's Sherlock. You heard his deductions on the way to the crime scene earlier. I wouldn't be surprised if he did." Emily only nodded and tucked her cold hands further into her pockets. Her arm still linked with Johns.

Sherlock stood up now, the blanket staying round his shoulders as he began, what Emily supposed was one of his long speeches. She tried to listen in, but Sherlock's voice was so quiet at that point that she caught none of the conversation.

It wasn't until he turned his head and caught sight of her and John that he almost stopped talking. She sent him a bright smile as if this sort of thing happened every day, but looked away when John said something about how pretty the sky looked. She agreed with a brief 'Mhmm' and pointed out the very few stars she could see.

When she finally looked back, Sherlock had taken a few steps closer to them.

"I just need to talk about the-the rent." He insisted to the older man next to him.

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

"Oh, what now?" He sounded irritated and his voice was getting louder with each sentence. "I'm in shock! Look, I've got a blanket!" He brandished the corner of the orange material at the older mans face for proof.

Emily snorted at his words and at the curious look she received from Sherlock she pretended to be having a coughing fit.

John patted her on the back a few times to help her charade.

When she stopped, Sherlock was making his way over to them, taking the blanket from his shoulders as he went. He bundled it up and threw it into the open window of the car and ducked under the police tape.

"Um, Sergeant Donovan's just been explaining everything, the two pills. Been a dreadful business, hasn't it? Dreadful." Sherlock only looked at John briefly before he spoke.
"Good shot." He said quietly. Emily stood up on her tip toes and waved at Lestrade over Sherlock's shoulder. She received a grin and a brief wave in return. She didn't notice the slight glare Sherlock sent her at her actions. But John did.

"Yes. Yes, must have been, through that window." He attempted to sound innocent but he failed miserably.

"Well, you'd know." Their was a second of silence that Emily used to flick her gaze between the two men next her. If she moved into 221B with these two, would life be like what tonight had been like? She wasn't surprised in the least to find that she wouldn't mind in the slightest if the answer was yes. "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." Sherlock continued.

It was only after John cleared his throat and looked around nervously that Sherlock questioned him. "Are you all right?" Emily was surprised by the way he said it. It actually sounded as if he cared.

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

"Well, you have just killed a man."

"Yes, I..." But his words trailed off. Both Emily and Sherlock were watching him closely. "That's true, innit?" He smiled, but the other two didn't. "But he wasn't a very nice man." He pointed out to break the silence.
"No. No, he wasn't really, was he?" Sherlock nodded lightly in agreement, finally convinced about his condition.

"And frankly a bloody awful cabbie." The other two chuckled at the Doctor's words.

"That's true. He was a bad cabbie. Should have seen the route he took us to get here!" Sherlock's words made Emily's laughter become more louder as they began to walk away from the crime scene.
"Stop! Stop, we can't giggle, it's a crime scene! Stop it! Shhh Emily." He looked down at the girl walking between them. Her smile wasn't helping him to stop laughing either.

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

"Keep your voice down!" He murmured to Sherlock as they walked past Donovan who looked at them curiously. "Sorry – it's just, um, nerves, I think. And she's not all there." He informed the woman now. Emily's laughter died immediately at his words, and an unpleasant stare replaced the happiness in her eyes. It vanished when John bumped his shoulder against hers.

"Sorry." Sherlock told the woman, but he didn't sound very sorry.

Emily took the chance to speak up. "Were you going to take that pill?" She questioned. But when Sherlock avoided her gaze, she unlinked her arm from John's and stepped forward, the space between them non existent as she poked her finger into his chest. "You were weren't you?" At this point Emily had to reconsider him being smart.

Sherlock finally met her eyes and replied. "Course I wasn't. Biding my time. Knew you two would turn up."

"No you didn't. It's how you get your kicks, isn't it? You risk your life to prove you're clever." Emily looked at John as he spoke over her shoulder.

"Why would I do that?" But he wasn't looking at John as he asked, he was looking at the side of Emily's head.

"Ummm." Emily pretended to think about it. "Because you're an idiot." She turned back to look at the taller man who was now smiling down at her.
"Dinner?" Sherlock inquired of John. Now Emily blushed at her close proximity to the man and stepped away.

"Starving."

"Emily?"

She shrugged to herself in a way that Jim used to, her shoulders brushing against her cheeks in over exaggeration "Sure. Why not?"

"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." The three had started walking again just as a car pulled up.

"Sherlock. That's him. That's the man I was talking to you about." John declared as the stranger from earlier stepped out of the vehicle.
"I know exactly who that is." Emily watched as he walked closer to the mysterious stranger and looked at him angrily when he had stopped in front of him.

"So, another case cracked. How very public spirited ... though that's never really your motivation, is it?" The stranger asked.

"What are you doing here?"

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

"Yes, I've been hearing about your 'concern'." Sherlock flicked his eyes down to Emily then across to John briefly.

"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."

Had she just heard right? Mummy?

"I upset her? Me?" The glare the man sent Sherlock would have made Emily cower if it had been directed at her. "It wasn't me that upset her, Mycroft."

"No, no, wait. Mummy? Who's Mummy?" John aired both his and Emily's thoughts.

"Mother – our mother. This is my brother, Mycroft." Sherlock answered without looking away from his brother. Both John and Emily stared at the man in amazement "Putting on weight again?"

"Losing it, in fact." Now Emily understood why she felt as if she had seen his eyes somewhere before.

"He's your brother?!" John questioned as if he didn't believe a word of it.

"Of course he's my brother."

"So he's not ..."

"Not what?"

"I dunno – criminal mastermind?"
"Close enough." Emily believed she may be in need of a blanket. She felt as if she was in a slight state of shock.

"For goodness' sake. I occupy a minor position in the British government."

"He is the British government, when he's not too busy being the British Secret Service or the CIA on a freelance basis." Mycroft sighed and looked down to the ground. "Good evening, Mycroft. Try not to start a war before I get home. You know what it does for the traffic." With that Sherlock grabbed Emily's arm and began to walk away with her. But John stayed behind a moment.

"Sherlock. Wait."

"What for?" He stopped none the less.

"For John." She sighed and looked behind her at what John was doing. She wondered what he could possibly be talking about with Mycroft.

"Are you alright?" At the sound of Sherlock's deep voice addressing her, she turned her gaze back to him.

"What do you mean? Of course I'm alright."

"You just saw John shoot a man." How he knew that she had been there when John had fired the gun, she would never know. She was fairly sure she didn't want to know either.

"Well, like John said he wasn't a very nice man." But Sherlock wasn't convinced. "Besides." She looked back over her shoulder again at John, but continued to speak to Sherlock. "I've seen a dead body before, I've also watched as someone died after having been shot. Watching as John fired that gun- well-I- I'm alright." The last two words she spoke, were said as she looked him in the eye. She wasn't sure how to finish that sentence. But she knew it was true. John was her friend, who had been saving someone who had been about to do something stupid. She felt it from the top of her head, down to the tips of her toes as her Grandmother would say.

She was alright.

Sherlock nodded again, believing her this time.

"I'll be right back." Emily added and walked back over to John.

"She's not interested John." She practically sung to him as she linked her arm through his and saved him from embarrassment. She shared a brief smile with 'Isabelle' and walked away.

"Okay, good night." John added still looking at Mycroft's assistant, or whatever her job title was.

"Good night, Doctor Watson." Mycroft replied.

The pair only made it a few feet when Mycroft spoke again. "Miss Cooper. Might I have a word?" They paused and shared a look.

"Sure." Emily shrugged. "You two go on. I'll catch up." John raised an eyebrow. "Go on. Get lost." Emily smiled cheekily at him and walked back to Mycroft. If this was Sherlock's brother, then she was perfectly safe. Right?

Emily tucked her hands into her pockets as she came to a stop in front of Mycroft, 'Isabelle' not taking her eyes off her Blackberry.

"Yes?"

"My brother seems very, how should I say this, fond of you Miss Cooper."

"He does?" Emily was rather confused. She couldn't understand why.

"Yes. My offer from earlier still stands." He abruptly changed the subject, making it clear that that particular part of the conversation had finished.

She smiled to herself. "Thank you. But the answer is still no."

Mycroft nodded. "I thought you might say that. But," It sounded seemed as if he wasn't sure how to phrase his next sentence. "Keep an eye on him, won't you?"

Emily nodded. "Okay. Was that all Mr Holmes?" She asked trying not to sound too impolite.

Mycroft smiled at her. Putting her completely at ease. Yes, she was perfectly safe around the brother of Sherlock. "Yes Miss Cooper. That is all."

She rolled her eyes as she started to walk backwards. "You can call me Emily you know."

"Then you must call me Mycroft."

She beamed at him. "Good night Mycroft." She shouted.

"Good night. Emily."

With that, she turned and jogged to catch up to the boys. She was almost tempted to roll over the bonnet of the police car that had appeared, much the same as Sherlock had earlier but decided against it as she would probably only end up hurting herself.

She managed to catch up and hear the end of a conversation.

"I've absolutely no idea." Sherlock announced cheerfully.

"That doesn't sound like you." Emily made her presence known and linked her arm through John's once again. "No idea about what?"

Sherlock looked down at her and noticed how she had attached herself to John. He ignored the annoyed feeling he felt at this and simply replied. "Doesn't matter."

He smiled down at her when she looked up and linked her other arm through his. Even if it was somewhat hesitant.

"You okay with Chinese?" John asked.

"I'm more than okay with Chinese." She beamed back up at him.

"Sir, shall we go?" 'Anthea' asked, finally breaking her gaze from her phone.

"Interesting, that soldier fellow. And Emily too." He informed her.

"I like her." 'Anthea' told her boss.

"Yes. She is a rather friendly one, isn't she?" Mycroft thought over the mere minutes he had spent in her company today, and found that he rather enjoyed it. He wondered if she was like that with everyone. He certainly hadn't seen his brother care like that for anyone else over the years.

"They could be the making of my brother – or make him worse than ever." He admitted. "Either way, we'd better upgrade their surveillance status. Grade Three Active."
"Sorry, sir. Whose status?" She questioned.

"Sherlock Holmes, Miss Emily Cooper and Doctor Watson."

Jim glared from his seat in the Police car. It had been years since he had been close to Emily. But mere seconds before, there she had been. Walking straight past him and the car he was the current passenger of. She hadn't even spared him a glance. Or her brother for that matter; the driver of the car. Both were disguised in police uniforms, so he was unsure wether she would recognise them even if she had seen them.

But now, as she threw her head back with laughter, he swore to himself that he would get her back.

If he didn't, there was no guarantee that she wouldn't get hurt.

Not on purpose of course.

But he knew for a fact her brother would never forgive himself if anything happened to her.

And Jim could not allow someone so important in his daily life, no, his plans, present and future, to go AWOL.

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