A/N: Welcome back lovelies! Here is the newest chapter! Sooo, Does anyone have any kudos for me? Questions? Comments? Love the fact that so many people are reading this! Enjoy.

P.S. Mz. Hyde is someone that knows John, Sherlock, Greg, and Mycroft personally. She actually knows the Holmes Brothers VERRY personally. Any guesses who?

SH: Come to Scotland Yard, if convenient.

JW: Kind of busy, Sherlock.

SH: It's okay John, Mycroft won't mind if you leave what your working on right now.

JW: No. It's not. It's not okay, Sherlock. There are lives at stake!

MH: He's right sherlock. He cannot possible leave at this point.

SH: Are you holding my Fiancee captive, Brother?

MH: Not really. He asked if he could help with anything, I offered to let him help me.

SH: Well, give him back. I need his insight on the "Ms. Hyde" case.

SH: Could get dangerous. ;) If inconvenient, come anyway.

JW: Be there soon, Sherlock. "Mz. Hyde" huh?

This is the way the rest of the day went for me. Starting with Lestrade ringing me first thing this morning telling me that there had been another killing, and that Anderson had talked him into hiding the first note from me. And then upon waking fully, realizing that John's side of the bed was cold, indicating that he had been gone for sometime, I felt confused. Where could John have gone this early in the morning, anyway? Mycroft texted me, letting me know that he had a job for John this morning, so I didn't need to worry, and to please not keep Greg waiting. Apparently he was a wreck when Mycroft woke up this morning, and was still practically in hysterics when he called me. This was going to be a wonderful day.

"Anderson, we can't keep him in the dark any longer! This one's directed towards him. We need him, and that means he needs all the details. If you're next, only Sally would mourn you at this rate. Now please, play nice with Sherlock, and bring me the ENTIRE case file! NOW!" Lestrade was getting slowly irritated with Anderson's incompetence and unwillingness to work with me. I had seen past his so called hatred of me, and refused to work with him as well. He thought that because his wife had found out his secret and left him, he could keep it better hidden from Donovan. "Sherlock, there's been another. She's taking them like pigs to the slaughter. This one's different, though. She said something about "blood is spilled by holding keys to the throne." Here's the rest of the note, Sherlock."

Blood is spilled by holding keys to the throne

Born again but it's to late to atone

There's a taste of fear when the Henchmen come

I am fit to tame them

I am fit to claim it all!

Ms. Hyde

(P.S. try to figure this one out, Sherlock, he's my next victim)

"Well , born again points to someone who has been baptised, so that could be anyone in England. Someone in a place of power..." I could feel what little color I had in my face leave it. The aptly named Ms. Hyde had given me a hint, and it had been staring me in the face. "Mycroft. She's going to take Mycroft." My irritating brother. The one person who had stayed beside me the entire time I was in a hard place. My annoying, powerful, head of the British Secret Service was the person indicated in the note. Which was pinned to one of his "Henchman's" coat. I may not always like my brother, but you don't mess with the Holmes brothers. We'd die for each other in a heartbeat, and fight for Mummy's affection's the next. Lestrade got led to a chair in the office, being practically unable to stand.

"She's going to take Mycroft. Oh God, help me Sherlock. Help me stop her before she takes Mycroft."

"Did he go to work this morni-" I was cut off by an alarm going off.

"Where is the alarm signaling? Which house or flat?" Lestrade was frantic.

"221b Baker Street and 10 Downing Street, sir. The homes of Sherlock Holmes and Mycroft Holmes. Both flats alarm systems tripped at the same time." David answered, quietly.

"When the Henchmen come... She took John because we're both using him as an accomplice to our separate investigations. She sees him as the prying Henchmen. She's taken them both, and we have to get them back." I was tearing up, and my silver blue eyes looked like mercury. Greg looked at me as if seeing me for the first time, and simply nodded, not trusting his voice. He looked, and saw me. He saw my determination, my resolve, call it what you will. She had taken everyone I loved, and everyone Greg loved, and was going to pay for this crime.

"Sherlock.." Anderson's voice came from behind me, and as I turned I saw Sally smile at him. "Anything you need on this investigation, just ask. She's made this personal. Moriarty made it personal. I'm sorry I didn't believe you when you said that you weren't behind the crimes that Moriarty committed. We, Sally and I, believed that it was just a way for you to make yourself more famous. Bigger than life, and then we found the body on the rooftop, found the recordings you had left going after you got up there. It was horrible, hearing the gunshot, listening to him make it impossible for you to stop him. When it happened, we patched into John's phone just in time to hear him yell, "SHERLOCK!" It made us rethink the way we all felt, the way we all thought about you. For this, I am sorry."

"Anderson, you really aren't as stupid as I say you are. She's waiting for us to make a mistake, to slip up." Grabbing my jacket, and looking at Greg, I ran across the room and grabbed his shoulders. "Greg, don't you see? HER mistake was thinking that I wouldn't recognize the patterns. Trace this number." Handing him a slip of paper, I point to what it says underneath it. "Greg! She took the most powerful man in Britain. He has an implanted tracker. Ooooh, she's clever, but not clever enough." I tipped my hat and ran out the door into the welcoming darkness that is Lower London.

A/N: Who could this be? You all should know this one. She's shown up before. In mentions, anyway.