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Sherlock went to the computers that were playing Moriarty's message on a loop. He continued to study them for a time. He managed to slow down the frame rate to reveal an image of the swimming pool where Moriarty held John and him at gun point, then Bart's hospital, and then another, his gravestone. John tensed up at the sight of the black granite. "These are the only out of place frames in the message. I've checked using different sources of the clip and they are all consistent. Now, I plan on searching these premises for clues to whomever is putting this taunt out for us."

"You don't think it is him, do you? It can't be him." Molly had said something for the first time since sitting down and it had shook Sherlock a bit from his thought process. "Of course not. I saw the damage he did to himself, and I reread your report. Pointless really, going over it in the first place. You are my pathologist. Clearly the best in your field, I can be sure that you are able to determine a dead body from a live one. Well barring the report you did on myself, I trust that Moriarty is dead, chopped up and being used for experiments all over London." He gave her a little smirk and it calmed her. "I know this is not Moriarty but I do want extra security over Molly, Mycroft. He overlooked her last time and I do not want to take chances that this new instigator will do the same now."

Mycroft nodded and waved away his request that it would be done. "So you plan to run around London looking for any small clue as to find who this person is. Why do you need our sister to solve this?"

"If who is doing this, is the person I believe it is, she will be the only one who can confirm it." Sherlock glared.

"Fine. I will be leaving now. Damage control is necessary at this time. Do you require any more demands, brother?" Mycroft's smugness had most certainly returned to its usual levels.

"No, but I assume you will be keeping a close watch as always. You can't seem to get over missing out on anything, brother. Goodbye." Sherlock waved Mycroft away as he did to him earlier.

Mycroft's phone buzzed and he read a message before quickly pocketing the device. "Seems that she will be coming sooner than expected. ETA in three hours, she's quite eager to get to you and has sped up the pilots' departure checklist in some way that impressed her handlers." He grimaced and turned using his umbrella as a cane as he pivoted to face the door. Lestrade moved away from the frame, but before the elder Holmes stepped forward, he turned his head without looking at Sherlock. "Be sure to stay off of a gurney this time, both of you. I do not need to hear one more thing held over me for the rest of our parents' days." With that he strode into the hallway down the stairs and onto Baker Street where his car was awaiting for him.

Lestrade was first to speak after Mycroft's departure. "Sherlock, if that's your plan, I'll be heading out to give the news to my guys. We'll secure those areas so that they are not disturbed before you can examine them. Let me know if you need anything else." Sherlock just nodded and grumbled some sort of agreement. Lestrade was just the tiniest bit miffed at that but he smiled all the same. "Good to have you back, mate." Lestrade made his exit while dialing his phone on his way down the stairs.

John cleared his throat, "Sherlock, I'm going to take Mary home—" "—No. She needs to stay near. Mycroft has the most security right here and she will be safest and out of the way at Baker Street" Sherlock briskly stated. Mary would have none of that, "Hey now, mister. Watch yourself. But John dear, the very rude man is right. I don't need to be moving around too much even though I'd rather be running over hill and dale with you two."

John gave her a scolding face. "Fine then, you stay here. Try and get a bit of rest from this afternoon. I know I'd like to. Is Molly to stay here as well?" John asked towards Sherlock.

"I will stay and keep Mary company." Molly answered for herself and the two women smiled at each other. Mary added, "Oh yes. That means I can speculate with someone about this mysterious Holmes sibling no one has ever heard of."

John remembered the amount of fury Sherlock had over this subject not moments before and was weary to ask. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but satisfaction might just bring him back. "Sherlock, you never mentioned that you had a sister. Ever. Why is that? Why are you just bringing her up now?"

Sherlock was a bit silent. He went to sit at one of the chairs at the small table in the living room, thinking about what he should say—if he could say anything without the emotions coming back up. "She was sent away by Mycroft for 'my own good'. He's been hiding her for over 12 years now and I've been trying to find a way to get her back for the past six. This is my chance to get her home." It was a stale delivery of facts, but the others could see the twinge of sadness and rage he was holding back.

Molly felt so much empathy for Sherlock. He so clearly lost someone he cared about and he would do anything for those rare important people. She knew that this would be a difficult day for him emotionally, just as the day he fell was, so she reached over and placed her hand on his. He didn't do anything at first, but two heartbeats later he placed his other hand over hers. Molly gave him an encouraging smile and asked gently, "What's her name?"

"Adelaide." It almost couldn't be heard, so with a small clearing of his throat, he tried again with clearer voice. "My sister is named Adelaide Holmes."

A/N: HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWDY. I am sorry for not updating and that this is short. BUT Y'ALL I HAVE A PLAN NOW. For serious. I took a bit of time to figure things out about Adelaide and y'all she's pretty cool. So sorry for not getting the story to progress much but we will have everyone's favourite: fluffy gooshy flashbacks along with some angsty ones. These Holmes children are ridiculous people. I might bump the rating up later for some violence but it should be pretty PG-13. Just for information, I'm not going to have Sherlock or anyone for that matter get into any romantic situations (I am a pretty hard core Sherlolly shipper, so I like it that Sherlock has been nicer to Molly in series 3 than he has in the past, because they are buddies now and that is totally cannon). this is more of an exploration on Sherlock and Mycroft. I hope that you are enjoying this so far I know that I will go through this and add all the missing elusive commas that are needed, and sometimes things don't transfer well from word, so I'll be editing at one point, but forgive any small mistakes. Thanks and please review! This is my first ff and I need encouragement :)