"No, Mycroft. You are not dressing as Lady Bracknell." Molly said.

"Sherlock says I was great." Mycroft argued.

"I'm sure you were, but now is not the time for that." Molly replied.

"She's right. Dressing as a fisherman would be a better option. Maybe we can see your Lady Bracknell another time." John said.

"Alright fine."

Molly had 3 fisherman outfits out. "Surely one of these will fit you."

"Indeed."

Molly handed him one. "We have got to find the right waistband."

Finally, Mycroft was dressed up as an old fisherman. He did a spin for Molly and she giggled. "What do you think?"

"Well, let's just say you are a convincing fisherman, but I'm not very interested in the beard. It ages you way too much. Makes me feel young and beautiful again."

Mycroft rolled his eyes. "Very funny, Molly You're making me feel like an old man."

Molly stood on her tip toes and kissed his nose. "I'm sorry. You look lovely."

"Thank you, my dear."

"Molly, there is the matter of your costume." Sherlock said.

"My costume?" Molly asked. "We never said anything about my wearing a costume."

"It is part of the plan for you to dress up too." John said.

Mycroft handed Molly a bag. "Here you are, my dear. Enjoy."

Molly pulled out a pirate costume. She put it on and grimaced at the short black and white striped skirt and red top. She put on the ragged boots and, the icing on the cake, an eyepatch.

"Let's see it, Molly." Sherlock said.

"I'd rather not."

"Please, Molly?" Mycroft asked.

Molly walked out of the bathroom in her outfit. Sherlock smirked at his brother's gobsmacked expression. What his brother had meant as a joke had backfired. "So, brother mine, what do you think of Molly's outfit?"

"You look like a lovely pirate." Mycroft said.

"Is that really the best you can do?" Sherlock asked.

"I apologize if my compliments don't satisfy you, brother dear, but they aren't meant for you." Mycroft retorted.

"Look, are we just going to stand around here and talk about Molly or are we going to get into Sherrinford?" John asked before a fight broke out. "Although you do look lovely, Molly."

"Thanks, John."

They got into the facility and Sherlock managed to get to Euros' cell. Mycroft, John, and Molly spoke to the governor.

"This involved dressing up?" The governor asked.

"Yes it does! It involves anything I say it does! If I find that my sister's safety is compromised, if my sister's security is compromised, in short, if I find my sister has left this facility then I assure you that you will not!" Mycroft calmed down. "Now, thank Dr. Watson and Dr. Hooper."

"Why?"

"They talked me out of Lady Bracknell. This could have been very different."

Mycroft was watching the psychiatric analysis of Euros Holmes. He kept glancing at Molly to gauge her reactions.

"Everyone that spoke to her were recruited by her." The governor said.

Molly had fear in her eyes. Her hand clutched his under the desk. Mycroft squeezed reassuringly. "I want Molly out of here."

"What?"

"Molly, it is not safe for you here. I want you somewhere safe until this is resolved."

"Mycroft, listen to the tape." John said. He looked at the governor. "That's your voice isn't it? If you've been recruited by Euros then who is running this place?"

"I'm sorry."

Mycroft grabbed Molly's hand as the three ran out and tried to escape the guards. A voice yelled through and intercom. Then the face appeared on screens everywhere.

Miss Me? Miss Me? Miss Me?

Molly clutched Mycroft for dear life. "He's back, Mycroft! How is this possible?"

Mycroft held her. "I don't know."