Hey ;)

so i just want to inform you that i could finish my story today. God bless free days and bad weather XD

But before I let the story end this week, I just want to point out that I also wrote a oneshot of this scene with the call. Normally this was more or less intended in the beginning, but well, there were too many ideas to leave it as a oneshot :D

So if you are interested, just have a look ;) The story is called "Final Call"

So and now, here comes the new chapter ;) Let's see what Mycroft is up to do now.

It was just before noon and Molly was rolling through the streets of London with her small suitcase. She had decided to look for less expensive accommodation for the rest of the days in the city. Finally she needed the money for the return flight to Ireland.

Molly was on her way to her third hotel. So far she had not had any luck. Everywhere the rooms were fully booked. In a more remote part of the city she hoped to find a place. Of course her friend Meena had also offered to stay with her but Molly had refused. Now that she knew that her friend and John were going out together and kept meeting up at Meena's flat, she didn't want to get in the way.

And so it happened that Molly found herself in a less busy area. Every now and then a car or a taxi drove by but there were no people anywhere. Today the sky was again covered by grey dark clouds. The atmosphere it offered was slightly eerie, almost threatening. She increased the speed of her steps and hoped to arrive at the address as soon as possible, especially when a dark car suddenly appeared next to her and slowed down.

When it stopped a short time later and the back door opened, she considered turning back. Slowly and carefully, she turned on her heel and ran back in the direction she had anticipated when she suddenly heard her name call.

"Ms. Hooper!"

She paused and turned around carefully. She recognised the voice. And when she looked back at the car, she recognised who had called her.

It was Anthea, Mycroft's assistant.

And now, in retrospect, she remembered that Mycroft always drove up in a black and dark car. Slightly irritated and ashamed of her attempt to escape, she shook her head and finally ran towards the car.

"Ms Hooper. Please get in the car" Anthea greeted her politely and then indicated to her to get in the car.

Molly was a little surprised but decided to comply with her request. Also because she wanted to leave here as soon as possible.

"Where are we going?" she finally asked Anthea when she felt the car start moving again.

But Anthea did not answer. With a look and a little smile she let her know that she already knew. Molly nodded slightly and then let herself fall back into the seat.

'What will Mycroft Holmes want from me?' she asked herself and looked out the window. She knew that talking to the person sitting next to her would not help.

It took a while before the car stopped again. Eventually Molly was picked up in another part of town and the traffic was catastrophic again. It didn't matter if it was rush hour or morning or evening. The streets were always crowded.

Anthea told her to get out of the car a short time later. Molly did as she was told and was now at an airfield.

'What on earth would I be doing at an airport?' she asked herself and her thoughts circled.

Without further ado she turned back to the car to make sure she was in the right place. But the car had already disappeared. Now she stood there, completely alone and didn't know what to do. In front of her there was an area of concrete and far and wide nothing. Just a single helicopter in the middle of the runway.

And again her thoughts raced through her head. She wondered what would happen next. A short time later a young man in a dark suit came around the corner.

"Ms. Hooper. I beg you to follow me" he asked her and against all reason she finally ran after him with slightly shaky legs. He led her to the helicopter and countered her by stopping the door from entering. Molly looked at him questioningly but said nothing. Then she took a deep breath, swallowed her uncertainty and finally got in.

She thought that, strange as he was, Mycroft Holmes would not put her in danger.

Throughout the flight she tried to find out where she was going, but the young man did not speak. Sighing, she dropped back into her seat and looked out the window.

Water?' she asked herself. She quickly assumed that all around her was the sea.

'Where are we going? And why all this mystery?' she thought to herself and sighed annoyed.

Once again Molly was left in the dark. Again no one told her what was going to happen. Was she really so insignificant that nobody thought it necessary to tell her about some situations? First with the cameras in her flat, then this phone call and now the 'abduction' by helicopter.

The phone call. All of a sudden the minutes that turned her whole life upside down came back to her mind. The pain she felt, why didn't she let Sherlock explain it then? Molly cursed herself inwardly for this and for her wounded pride, which ultimately kept her from learning the truth. Still this one question burned in her heart. For almost half a year she had been wanting an answer. Even though there had been several opportunities to do so, she was too frightened in the end. But at that very moment she felt no fear. Not even the fear of what explanation Sherlock would give her or how he would treat her afterwards could stop her. She would not care. But what she cared less about was that there was no way she could now. She had deliberately distanced herself from him and he too seemed to be avoiding her.

That would probably be a question to which she would never get an answer, she thought to herself as she looked at the waves roaring beneath her.

A little later the helicopter landed on an island off the coast of England, which she had never seen before. Molly shivered as she descended the few steps and looked around. Even though it was summer now and the temperatures rose slightly above 20 degrees during the day, this place gave her goose bumps. She did not know where she was or what it was. In front of her stretched a kind of fortress, built and surrounded by steep cliffs. Guards were positioned everywhere.

"What is this place here?" she asked afterwards and turned to the young man.

Again he replied nothing and pointed only to another man, also in a dark suit, who was now coming towards her. He was accompanied by two other tall, muscular men.

"Ms. Hooper. Please come. You are already expected" he greeted her and immediately pushed her further towards the entrance.

Molly stumbled slightly as he pushed her and looked around furtively. The two men followed.

'Would I ever get an answer about this place now?' she asked herself and looked slightly frightened at the man next to her.

But before she could decide to ask, she was immediately led into an office. In the middle was a large long table. Behind it, near the windows, a desk. The office itself was surrounded by a number of large windows, with a door at the back leading to a balcony. On one side was a sideboard. Above it in a larger screen.

The man replied to her to sit down and wait.

"Mr. Holmes will be with you shortly" he said and disappeared again immediately.

The two men positioned themselves outside the office on either side of the door.

Molly continued to look around the room. She ran to the windows and looked out at the sea. Waves were breaking on the stony walls of the cliffs. The wind raged across the water. This place was anything but pleasant and she slowly began to believe she was in a prison or something.

She still wondered what Mycroft wanted from her and why he had brought her to this place. There was something frightening about this place and Molly felt more and more uncomfortable with every passing second.

"Ms Hooper. Hello. Please sit down" Mycroft replied to her as he entered the room.

"Mr Holmes... What am I doing here and what is this place?" she asked and sat down on one of the chairs.

"Ah, my dear...Whatever this place is, it doesn't matter.

'Here we go again? Really? Those secrets again?' she asked herself and rolled her eyes, annoyed.

And slowly she felt the rage rising inside her.

"I think..." she began to speak softly.

"That does matter! I mean, they don't "kidnap" me just like that, only to bring me here in a helicopter! And don't call me my dear!" Her tone was gradually getting louder.

"I wouldn't talk about kidnapping" Mycroft then replied to her, looking at her with a slightly judgmental look.

Molly was angry. Confidently she now straightened up and sparkled angrily at her counterpart.

"I think so. Or what would you call getting into a car in broad daylight in a deserted area of London, then being driven to an airport and finally being taken by helicopter to a place like this WITHOUT anyone talking to me or explaining what's going on? It does matter! So what is this place?"

Mycroft now had an expression on his face that showed astonishment but also surprise.

I'm beginning to understand why my brother likes her,' he thought.

He gave a deep sigh.

"Well, so this is Sherrinford," he began to explain.

"It's a place where we keep the people we call the uncontainables.''

"So a prison?" she then asked curiously.

"Something like that. It is a top secret place. Only a few people know about this place. And it goes without saying that it will stay that way" he explained and looked at her forcefully. His look seemed slightly threatening.

Molly's mouth was slightly open. She nodded.

"And... And why am I here?"

She couldn't really understand what Molly was doing in a place like this?

"I want to talk to you about Sherlock."

And now she understood immediately. Mycroft had brought her here to talk to her about his brother. But why this place? And did she even want to?

"I don't know what there is to talk about. And anyway, why here? Why in this place? If you wanted to talk to me about him, you might as well have done it in London," she then said, standing up carefully from her chair. Ready to leave this place. She had nearly reached the door when Mycroft said something that made her stop.

"I want to show you something related to that call" Mycroft then explained, and immediately started a video on a monitor.

Molly paused. In the corner of her eye she could see the stature of Sherlock, John and Mycroft on the screen and slowly turned back to him.

"There are recordings of that day. These recordings are here and must not leave Sherrinford. That is why you are here" he continued.

With a wrinkled forehead she finally moved back to her seat and now looked at the screen in horror.

A picture of a dark room stretched out in front of her. In the middle stood a coffin. It was not of exquisite appearance. It was a simple coffin, made of ordinary wood with a simple fabric lining. Sherlock moved slowly towards the coffin with a weapon in his hand. She could see millions of questions on their faces. And then suddenly a voice spoke. A female voice telling him that someone was going to die and asking her to find out who it was. At some point Mycroft moved towards the lid of the coffin and pointed up the inscription. Molly couldn't make out what was going to be written on it, but was to learn what the inscription would be in the next few seconds.

"I LOVE YOU"

Molly's breath stopped. So this coffin should be for HER. Sherlock also quickly recognised for whom it was designed. And then it was time. That phone call. Molly now saw herself on a large screen. Four pieces, all aimed at her kitchen. Sherlock, as he tried to convince her to say these words. How panicked and almost afraid he reacted. Tears gathered in her eyes and she had trouble suppressing them. The words of redemption came two seconds before time ran out and then it was over.

And then something happened that made Molly's breath stop again. Sherlock destroyed the coffin with his bare hands. He kept hitting it again and again. Until it was no longer recognisable as such.

A short time later, Mycroft stopped the video. Molly's gaze was directed downwards. There was no stopping the tears now.

"Now I see you don't know much about these incidents that have been going on here. Otherwise you would know about this place too," he said.

But Molly did not answer.

"Why are you showing me this?" she asked instead, having difficulty keeping her voice clear through the tears.

"I wanted you to understand. You see, our sister is a person with an extraordinary mind. More extraordinary than that of me and Sherlock put together. She had these experiments -"

"Yes, but why are you showing me this NOW?" Molly interrupted him. Her voice had gradually become firmer.

Somewhat astonished and puzzled by her question, Mycroft now looked at her.

"Well, to be honest, I only now understood what feelings my brother had for her. And what they do to him. He is in danger of these feelings destroying his mind. And he will never be the same again"

"And what do you think I should do now? Should I stay away from him so he can go back to being the Sherlock Holmes you want, so he can solve your stupid cases? And anyway, why don't you ask his sister She's the one who put him through those hideous experiments.

Molly had no idea what had suddenly come over her. Did Mycroft really just accuse her of being to blame for Sherlock changing?

"Ms Hooper. I think Sherlock wants you in his life more than he realises. I can't believe I'm saying this" sighed Mycroft now "but I think my brother has fallen in love with you and is now heartbroken.

Molly then looked at him with a startled look. Sherlock? Heartbroken? And how did Mycroft know what it would feel like?

Suddenly, words failed her. Stealthily she glanced back and forth between the screen where Sherlock was now sitting on the wall, her face tortured and turned to the floor and the table where she was sitting. Had Mycroft really shown her this video so that she could make up with Sherlock again. Was he trying to get her to let him back into her life and into her heart?

"So, what are you going to do now?"

Molly couldn't answer. Her thoughts kept wandering around the video and what Mycroft had now said. And then suddenly something burst out of her that she herself could not believe she had said.

"Can I see her?" she asked quietly.

Mycroft frowned.

"I don't think that's-"

"I WANT TO SEE HER!" Molly yelled now and sparkled at him angrily.

"You want me to understand, so let me talk to her. I want to know why..."

Mycroft swallowed slightly but then finally nodded. At least his sister was back in safekeeping and could do no harm.