Hey, I'm updating kind of late, but here it is. For the story, I actually have the texts on a notebook, and I have first to copy in my phone and then publish, and I always forget, so that's why.
Enough about me, enjoy reading :)
While in the cab, Sherlock called Mycroft. He answered quickly:
"Sherlock. Some news?
– Yeah, we have two suspects left. Can you search everything you have about these two?
– Sure, I'll then send you an email.
– No need, Myc. I'm coming. I'll text you the names.
– Sherlock, can't you just…"
He couldn't finish because Sherlock ended the call. Mycroft sighed and waited for the text. A "bing" came with a text from Sherlock.
The names are "Michael Reese" and "Julian Jacobs" —SH
He put the two names in the search bar and started the research.
Sherlock was still in the cab. He told the driver first to go to Molly's. He goes up the stairs there and quietly entered in the flat. A fainted smell came to his nose. He breathes in, to have Molly's sweet smell or what was left of it. He blamed himself for not saving her, he could have been there, with her, instead, he let her get kidnapped. How stupid he was!
He hit his fist on the table. Now then, why was he so angry so… afraid ? Was he afraid? That was a good question because Sherlock didn't know what being afraid meant.
He walked to Molly's room. Her smell was stronger there. He sat on the bed, closed his eyes and gently cuddled Molly's pillow.
Suddenly someone cleared his throat. Sherlock opened his eyes to see John. God, how long was he there, watching him? And how long was Sherlock lost in his thoughts?
John said:
"Ehm, Sherlock, weren't we supposed to go to Mycroft's?
– What ? Oh yeah, sure."
Sherlock followed John. They took a cab to his brother's flat. When they arrived, before Sherlock could open the door, Mycroft did it.
"Well, brother mine, you seem to have lost some rapidity skills.
– Oh, shut up. I didn't come for that Mycroft. Results ?
– We got some interesting things.
– We ?
– Gregory came by.
– Oh ?"
Mycroft didn't respond. Sherlock raised an eyebrow and followed his brother. He saw Lestrade, greeted him quickly and gazed at the screen. The two men were next to each other. Under each picture there where lots of information. Dates of birth, marital status, place of residence…
But under Julian Jacobs' picture was a single word in red: DECREASED
Mycroft gazed at Sherlock and said:
"As you can see, brother dear, Mister Jacobs isn't with us anymore, his body was found and identified two days ago, he seemed to have been murdered.
– So it has to be Michael Reese!
– I suppose so.
– Don't you have anything to locate him?
– I… may have a solution, but I can't do anything from here. We'll have to go to my office.
– Mycroft, this IS your office.
– Well, my "official" office."
Sherlock rolled his eyes and followed his brother, Lestrade and John to Mycroft's car. Mycroft greeted Anthea and everyone entered. As the group went to Mycroft's office, John gazed at Sherlock. Again, he was lost in his thoughts.
When they arrived, everyone followed Mycroft to his office. Inside, Mycroft asked Sherlock:
"Why am I doing this again?
– For… Molly.
– Mhh…"
He sat in front of his computer, opened his user session and opened a program. He put Michael Reese's name on the search bar and waited. Sherlock was doing circles. After five minutes Mycroft shouted:
"Sherlock, please, stop it!
– Stop what?
– Walking like that !"
Sherlock stopped, surprised. He didn't seem to have noticed he was walking. He sat heavily and sighed.
After what seemed to be hundreds of years a result appeared. Sherlock hurried to look at the screen. The place was a little warehouse in a shady place next to the Thames. Sherlock was starting to go away when his phone rang. Another unknown call.
"What ? he responded
– Sherlock !
– Oh god, Molly! Are you okay?
– I'm…
– Molly ?
– Hello, Mr Holmes, said a man's voice.
– Let me talk to Molly! Is she okay?
– She is, but it seems she won't last for long because you didn't do what I told you.
– I will, I'm in Mycroft's office. Now let Molly go.
– I won't until you do what I said, and as you seem to take a time I don't have, I'll speed you up a bit. You have forty minutes before I kill this lovely woman."
Sherlock heard a fainted don't touch me and said:
"Don't you touch her, moron!
– Whoops, that makes the time go down to thirty.
– You…"
John took the phone and ended the call.
"Sometimes I really think you're STUPID. You made us lose ten minutes because of your impertinence!
– John, I was…
– No, stop. I don't want to hear anything from you. Let's go. Mycroft, call backup. Tell them to wait at a reasonable distance and to catch him when and if he goes away. Thanks."
Mycroft couldn't say something because John and Sherlock were already gone. Sherlock was for once following John instead of John following him. John called a cab and they went to the place where Michael Reese was.