I hope I do Richard Brook justice here … I tried!

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The Great Meeting

"Aren't you the least bit pleased to see me?" His voice held the same Irish lilt as his brother, "Honestly Sherlock, I expected so much more from you. You really are just as ordinary as my brother claimed you to be. Such a disappointment. Lovely to see your two little doctor friends though. Makes it so much easier to pop you all off at once." His eyes moved to Molly, "Shame about the girl though, my brother had a bit of a thing for you, didn't he?"

Sherlock stepped in front of her, blocking her from Brook's view. Brook's eyes met his, "Nothing quite as strong as what you have for her though, is it?"

"What is it that you want Brook?" Sherlock spat this out, Molly peeked over his shoulder. John stood mutely by his side.

Brook tilted back on to his heels, swaying slightly, "My brother wanted to burn the heart out of you. I think I'd prefer to burn you in entirety." He did a gleeful little skip, "Did you like my video? It's so much fun to send panic into the heart of society. I always was a better actor than my brother." He began to roam about, circling them. John, Molly and Sherlock turned with him, facing him at all times.

"Such a shame he isn't here to see this lovely performance. It's Oscar worthy, I'm certain."

Molly clung to the back of Sherlock's coat, wondering what Brook was getting at. Sherlock had reached behind him, his hand holding on to her hip. Brook continued with his speech.

"I'm a bit more patient than him too. Don't get bored so easily. Although, I did expect you to solve my little puzzle a bit quicker than you did. All the clues were there before you, the entire time. You always do miss something, don't you?"

Brook circled them again, like a panther stalking its prey.

"Shame that you're big brother isn't here to save you this time. Yeah, I know all about that. How he helped you jump from the roof." Brook's dark eyes drifted over to Molly, "I know how you helped him too. You did the autopsy on my brother, didn't you? Enjoyed that, did you?" He flashed her a cheeky little grin, his eyes moved back to Sherlock, "There's a fitting time to die, isn't there? Clearly that wasn't the time for you." He slipped his hand into his trouser pocket, pulling out a small black device. He tossed it, watching as it flipped in the air before catching it. He repeated this action several times, "With my dear brother gone, and Sebbie, and soon you and you're beloved friends, I won't have anything else to live for. How about we all go together?"

As he spoke this he pushed his thumb down on a button on the device he was holding. The walls of the building erupted into flame.

"I said that I wanted to burn you, and burn you I shall!" Brook threw his head back, cackling madly as the flames shot up towards the roof, "There's no escaping this time!"

They were completely surrounded by flame. Whatever he had done to the walls, he had done well. There wasn't a single opening anywhere. The place began to fill with smoke as Brook continued to laugh maniacally. He looked about him, watching his handiwork with glee. They were all going to suffocate long before they burned.

Molly knew that Sherlock was desperately searching for a way out. Brook repeatedly taunted him, calling him 'Ordinary Sherlock;' telling him that he was going to burn. Burn. Burn. Burn!

"And don't even think for one second that if you did manage to somehow escape from this inferno, that you'd survive taking a single step outside. This entire place is surrounded by snipers. You may escape this," He gestured to the flames surrounding them, "But you'll never escape that." As he finished speaking five red laser dots appeared upon Sherlock, John and Molly.

Sherlock and John shared a look, reminiscing back to that time at the pool with Moriarty. Moriarty had survived that time, but Brook was not going to survive this. With an almost undetectable twitch of his head, Molly knew what Sherlock wanted her to do. Before slipping her hand under the back of her shirt she made certain that Brook wasn't watching her. Her fingers clasped around the knife as she pulled it out of its sheath, forcing herself to ignore the red dots on her chest. Ever so slowly she brought her hand back down to her side, shifting the knife so that it was sitting in her hand the way that Sherlock had taught her. She took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Clearing her mind, she focused only on her target; Brook's jugular.

She forced as much venom as she could into her voice, "Your brother was a pathetic date. Too sweet and simpering."

Brook spun towards her, his eyes filled with rage, "James never simpered!"

Before he could let out another word Molly had thrown the knife where it hit her desired target directly. He fell to his knees, his hand clutching to his neck as the blood gushed forth.

"Bitch!" He screamed as he struggled to return to his feet.

She quickly grabbed the other knife, this time aiming directly for his wind pipe. His eyes bulged as he fell backwards. His body twitched several times before it grew still. Blood pooled about his neck.

John's mouth gaped open, shocked by Molly's ability. There was no time though for standing and gawping, a rain shower of bullets echoed about the factory walls. Sherlock shoved her and John to the ground. Molly's eyes were glued to the still form of Brook's body.

Oh my God! I've just killed a man!

Her mind was screaming at her, berating her for what she had done. Suddenly, just as quickly as the bullets had started they had stopped. John lifted up his head and looked around them.

"I don't understand, what happened? Why have they stopped shooting?"

Sherlock looked at him, "When has your wife ever listened to you?"

John eyes grew wide, "Mary?"

Sherlock gave him a swift nod, then stood up and grabbed Molly's hand, pulling her to her feet before leading them towards a stairwell, "We have to go to the roof! The smoke will suffocate us within less than a minute!"

He threw his body against the door that the stairs had led them too as the flames continued to climb higher and higher. The three of them burst out into the bitter cold air, the chill of it biting at their exposed skin. The drastic change from the heat to the cold helped to bring back their senses.

John rushed to the edge of the roof, "Christ it's high!"

Sherlock hadn't let go of Molly's hand. His brain was in overdrive. There had to be a way down! The roof was going to collapse within minutes. Walking towards the edge, where John was standing, Sherlock looked down.

"What do we do?"

Sherlock turned to him, "We fall."