JOHN'S POV

I was so emotionally drained and quite honestly in shock as I helped Sarah up off the ground and wrapped my jacket around her shoulders making sure she was alright. It was a miracle we had survived the night and if it wasn't for Abrielle, Sarah would have probably been dead at this point. I glanced over at Abrielle, watching her, curiosity filling my mind. She had knocked out so many guards, and she had escaped metal handcuffs which was something that was surprising all on its own. She was so not the girl I had remembered. The sweet, naive, very intelligent child that had needed my help on several occasions. She was stronger, more secretive, and held within her more power than any person should. And here she was standing next to Shan's body, the blood still pouring from the wound in her leg that Bree had created. Bree, my sister, the so called wise phoenix. Bree, my sister the woman who could supposedly withstand bullets tearing through her skin according to Soo Lin. Bree, the person who saved a girl from a gang yet said she'd never be able to be a good person. Bree, the person that had stabbed a woman. My little baby sister who is hiding a secret job and could very well be a criminal. I would be lying if I said I wasn't even the tiniest bit scared of her.

"So what are we going to do with her? Should we call Lestrade?" I questioned, trying to keep my voice clear as I approached her from behind, still holding Sarah's hand as I watched her text her brother for a ride.

"No need, my coworker will pick her up." She stated, loudly enough for Sherlock to hear as he came over to where we were standing. He looked as curious as I felt. After months of keeping her job a secret and trying so hard to keep us from the truth, she was actually just going to tell us just like that? It made no sense. Especially if she was in fact a criminal like I thought. Was she going to tell us and then kill us because we knew too much? Because nothing could explain why she would suddenly feel the need to tell us about her job after desperately trying to keep us from it for such a long time.

The sound of a text alert going off snapped him out of his thoughts, he looked around wondering who's phone had gone off, until he noticed that the only person with their phone out was Bree. The only question was who was texting her?

"And that's my coworker now." Abrielle stated, glancing up at us with a small smile on her face. I watched her in awe as she lifted up Shan as if it was nothing and started carrying her out of the tunnel. Abrielle Watson, 5' 6" carrying a woman that was much taller than her … it was crazy … actually it was kinda impossible. No one could do that. I followed her out, Sherlock not far behind me, and Sarah leaving out of the other exit, awaiting her brother's car. We walked and walked until finally we had made it. The end of the tunnel, where a nice, shiny black car was waiting with the truck already open. I stood in shock, watching her toss the limp body of Shan into the trunk like a bag of garbage and shut it. Sherlock was most likely deducing, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. And Abrielle was smiling as the car door opened. Nothing able to prepare me for what happened next.

"You work with Mycroft!" I screamed out in surprise, watching as the very familiar Mycroft Holmes stepped out of the car, swinging his umbrella back and forth as if it was a habit of sorts. Mycroft Holmes. The Mycroft Holmes that had tried to bribe me with cash to spy on Sherlock. The same Mycroft Holmes that was the so called British government. He was Abrielle's coworker! She worked with the British government!?

"Ugh! I should've guessed that! That's so obvious!" Sherlock exclaimed, rolling his eyes as he looked at the pair. Obvious!? How the hell was it obvious? I thought Abrielle was bad! Like an evil criminal or something. But she was good? I thought she had said she could never be good, and she did just hurt someone … so was she a criminal that like works for the government or something? No, no, no that sounded stupid. She was working with Mycroft, and Mycroft was a moral person … sometimes anyway. And honestly, according to Sherlock, Mycroft couldn't even hurt a fly, so she couldn't be some evil villain. But the question that remains then, is what exactly did she do if she wasn't a criminal?

"Yes, Bree has been working with me as a MI6 agent for years." Mycroft explained, a smug smile on his face for all to see. Wait MI6 was real … it was an actual real thing and not just some thing Hollywood had concocted to make spy movies interesting … it was real, which means …

"You're a spy?!" I shouted, my eyes widening in shock as I finally came to the conclusion. She was a spy. My sister, my baby sister that I treasured with all my life. The sister that was practically the only family I had left. She wasn't a writer, she didn't have some safe, domestic job. She was a spy that shot guns and probably jumped from buildings and killed people. My sister had probably killed people. She was so young with her whole life ahead of her but she was a spy that could die so easily. And then I'd be alone forever. Abrielle Watson out of all people was a spy. That was the job she had been hiding.

"Obviously, I'm not a genius for no reason. Myc taught me everything I know." Abrielle replied, giving me a reassuring smile as she leaned against the car, probably sensing my panic. She was a genius. That much was true. And Mycroft was really smart too, so maybe she was safe as a spy, or at least she was as safe as any other human would be. Maybe her being a spy wasn't so bad after all. I mean, she seemed to be pretty good at her job, even if she did get tortured and almost died. Okay, so I wasn't delighted with the idea that she was a spy. And yeah, I probably would freak out from time to time, but at least she was working with the British Government himself which meant more protection … right?

"So that's who the suspicious Mikey person was when you had talked to the graffiti painter behind the art gallery. How does Raz know Mycroft? I assume he is also an agent?" Sherlock questioned, causing me to laugh. Out of all of this, that was what he was concerned about? Some graffiti guy that tried to help us with the case and the same guy that had kissed Bree … oh god, they weren't some spy couple were they? Cause Raz looked much younger than Bree and there was no way in hell he would allow that guy to date her. No way! Maybe Sherlock was right to ask about that graffiti guy.

"Raz Hunter, he's a MI6 agent as well, he used to go on missions with Bree all the time." Mycroft replied, causing my heart to beat faster. So yeah, they went on a lot of missions together or at least they used to, but at least Mycroft hadn't said that they were dating or anything, so at least that was good. Maybe he just kissed her because he was like an ex or something, after all they didn't seem to be working together anymore.

"He was my partner to start out." Bree explained further, causing my worries to fade away. Not a couple at all, good. That's good. Just partners. My sister the spy had a partner not a lover. Everything was all good. Spies had partners all the time. It wasn't a big deal.

"So then why did he kiss you? I'm assuming it's a code, correct?" Sherlock questioned, looking towards Mycroft as if to confirm his theory. It bloody better have been a code.

"It's a code that we teach all the MI6 agents." Mycroft confirmed, looking at me as if he knew I was conflicted and being extremely emotional at the moment. I was just so, overwhelmed with the stuff that had happened in the past hour. Nothing could have prepared me to finally find my sister, bloodied and battered in a tunnel, have my date almost killed, and then find out that my sister was an MI6 agent working with Mycroft. Nothing. Not even working as an army doctor could have ever prepared me for so much. I was just finally glad that Bree was safe. Safe and sound if not a little battered. And finally, the case was over. The hellish case that lasted months was over and Shan was captured.

"Now, as for you, stop telling people my name is Mikey." Mycroft stated, turning towards Bree, where a giant grin was covering her face.

"No can do, Mikey." She exclaimed, giving a small laugh, as Mycroft rolled his eyes and gave her a small smile in return.

"Ugh, what I ever going to do with you?" Mycroft shot back, seeming as if he were exasperated.

"Well, you wouldn't kill me, you couldn't bare to live without your best friend. So I don't know … you'd probably send me away on another case." Bree said, walking closer to where Mycroft stood and crossing her arms playfully. I watched them look at each other almost like it was a game and that was when I realized …

"Wait, I'm sorry, did you just say best friend?" I questioned, looking back and forth between the two. Abrielle Watson and Mycroft Holmes were friends, actual friends. Best Friends. How the hell did that happen, they were so unlike each other. Mycroft seemed cold and distant and he seemed to have no interest in making friends, even going as far as saying that caring was not an advantage according to Sherlock. But Bree was so happy go lucky, and childish and loved making friends if she could, she was a Watson, and a Watson was very over emotional, I would know after all, as the heart was one of the things that I thought with more so than my head. So how did two complete opposites become friends? Then again … Sherlock was very different from me and we were friends, so maybe it was possible.

"Yuppers, him and I have been best friends for a while now." Bree explained, her smile getting wider if that was even possible. She looked so happy around him. So much like the young child I remembered when she was playing with me when we were children. For the longest time I was her best friend, her only friend. And right now, watching her around Mycroft, well it made her seem like that child once again.

"It's been about seven years two days and …" he paused, glancing at his watch.

" … two hours." Mycroft finished, Abrielle looking at him in surprise almost as if she had no idea that he had actually known how long it had been since they had become friends.

"Aw! That was so accurate, I can't believe you've been counting." She replied, leaning over and giving Mycroft a delicate kiss on the cheek, causing the British Government to blush the slightest bit. Wait a minute … she kissed Mycroft. Abrielle kissed Mycroft. MY sister had kissed Mycroft. And he had blushed. Was something going on here? Were they more than just the friends they had claimed they were.

"You just kissed Mycroft?!" I said, nearly appalled at the action but shocked all the same. I mean, yeah she kissed him on the cheek, but Mycroft blushed and I've never seen him show any emotion like that before. So clearly something was going on. Was Abrielle dating Mycroft … because he just couldn't allow that. Is this actually real life, did they really just kiss. Did he really see her lean over and kiss his cheek?

"Yeah, didn't you just watch it with your own eyes?" Abrielle questioned giving him a duh look and rolling her eyes. I went to ask her the question plaguing my mind the question I needed to know the answer to, whether or not they were dating, but before I could even utter a syllable Shan began to scream from the trunk, shaking the car as she did so.

"Well it looks like we should be leaving." Bree stated, giving one look towards the trunk and then back at us again.

"Yes, quite." Mycroft replied, opening the door to allow Abrielle to enter the car. She was really leaving? Now? After everything that has happened? What? Someone needed to stop her, to say anything. I wanted to see her.

"Wait … Where are you going, Bree. We just got you back after you were kidnapped for months!" I exclaimed, looking her dead in the eye. We needed to talk, I needed to talk with her, to see her after I thought she would be gone forever. After I thought she was dead. And I knew for a fact that Sherlock probably wanted to have a few words with her too, to ask her about her job and stuff. She couldn't just leave now!

"I'm going back to Mycroft's place of course, it's deductions night! Laters!" She replied, hoping in the car before I could get a word in edgewise. Mycroft quickly sent me a small apologetic glance that was gone in an instint and then sat next to Bree, closing the door promptly behind him before the car took off onto the road. My sister Abrielle was back, she was safe, and now she was gone again, going to Mycroft's place for who knows how long. But at least, at the end of the day I knew she was safe and not dead … at least, not yet anyway.