I'm on time! (or early...) But this is the 2nd last chapter! :(
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As Lestrade got on the boat, he went straight for the door. The entire boat had what seemed to be a network of shipping containers joined together with only one entrance. He hoped that one of these fancy-pants British government agents had some way of locating Sherlock and John in that labyrinth. The officers and agents surrounded the door, preparing to breach. They counted down, and as they reached one, the man and the ram went through the door. The officer holding the ram opened it, and the first agent through got shot square in the chest, straight into the man's kevlar. This was then met by almost every officer and agent there shooting at the assailant and his friend, who seemed to have grossly underestimated the amount of opposition that they were going to face on the other side of that door. Screw reasonable force, they had just tried to shoot a police officer. They were going down.

As Lestrade ran past the Swiss-cheese corpses to find the next door, he heard a familiar voice. As he turned around, Mycroft was standing there, still holding the umbrella, but also what appeared to be a video camera and screen.

"Thermal camera." Was the answer to Lestrade's unspoken question, and he was promptly handed the device before Mycroft walked away.
Now with the thermal camera, Lestrade ran through the many halls looking for the two heat signatures. When he found them, he called out, many other officers joining him. He handed the tech to one of the junior officers, then shouldered open the door and gasped at the scene. Sherlock was sitting in a chair, relaxed, with a smug smile across his face, and John, strung up from the ceiling, looking barely alive.

"See John, I told you they were here."

2 weeks later...

"There you go John, that'll make you feel much better dear."
Mrs Hudson handed John a cup of tea and some biscuits. He was in bed, stuck in his flat. After the whole 'ordeal' thing Sherlock had been distant. Although he had come to see John, almost every day at that, he still looked like he was missing something. John questioned him that afternoon.

"Sherlock, what's wrong?"

Sherlock looked up. "What do you mean?"

"You've been looking off since we came back."

"It's... well... I... Molly said she loved me, John."

"Oh... She said it just like that?"

"Yes."

"Aaaaaannnnddddd... what did you say?

"I said I was unlovable."

John shook his head. "You're an idiot. Really. I don't understand how you are all smart and can work out that we're on a boat from just about nothing yet you still have NO UNDERSTANDINGS OF BASIC INTERACTION."

"What do I do, John?" Sherlock looked defeated as he asked John for advice for the first (and quite possibly final) time.

"You tell her your true feelings, Sherlock."

Nawwww, Sherlock went to John for help! What do you think of their rescue?
AAAAND as usual, I'm begging for reviews, but I decided that you guys will review if you want to, so I'm leaving it up to you. :) (please review, please review, please review *cough* what?)
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Kimbee