A/N: A special thanks to my lovely beta CloudAlevaz, who is the most spectacular person in the world. :) Really glad you guys are enjoying this! More to come!

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Molly felt strangely energized by a combination of her extended afternoon nap and the idea of having the next two days off.

"So…" she began, hurrying in an attempt to stay in stride with Sherlock.

"Hm?" Sherlock turned, almost appearing surprised that Molly was still walking alongside him.

"What did you find out? Aside from the fact that my handwriting is rubbish?" she said before grabbing his wrist to force him to slow down to a more moderate pace. She thought she felt a slight twitch when she touched him, but she quickly disregarded it as she dropped his arm.

"It was definitely his blood. My brother acquired various DNA samples whilst Moriarty was in his custody. I've been scouring the web for any indication that his network is still running-any whisper of his activity-"

His voice had begun to rise and she held her hands up in a placating gesture before anyone started staring. Stepping in front of him, she placed her hands on his chest and gave her best reassuring smile. His face dropped for an instant and his breath hitched before he regained his normal brood.

"Relax. You'll find something," she smiled at him, but his gaze had focused on something behind her.

"Looks like Mycroft already has."

Molly had been about to ask what he was talking about before she turned just in time to see a sleek black car pull up to the curb precisely where the two of them were standing. She turned to question Sherlock as he grabbed her wrist and began to lead her to the waiting vehicle.

"We're being summoned," he spat. "He must have new information."

"And does he think he's James Bond?" Molly climbed into the backseat and giggled before noticing the serious expression on Sherlock's face.

"You've obviously never met him," he answered with a sigh, climbing into the seat next to her and slamming the door.

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"Brother, dear, so nice of you to drop in," Mycroft oozed as Sherlock and Molly entered his office.

"What do you know, Mycroft?" Sherlock practically spat, leaning over the desk in what Molly was sure was supposed to be an intimidating manner.

"Well, I would have informed you sooner, brother mine, but you seemed so busy playing with your chemistry set. Nice to see you again, Miss Hooper."

Molly mentally wracked her brain to remember when she had met Mycroft Holmes before, ignoring the fact that he seemed to know that Sherlock had spent the day in her lab.

"MYCROFT!" Sherlock yelled, having no effect whatsoever on his elder brother.

"I've found you a rat." Mycroft smirked devilishly at Sherlock as he sat back in his chair, clearly pleased with himself.

Sherlock's tense stature softened a bit at this information and he straightened himself before sitting in the chair opposite his brother.

"Who?"

"No more than an underling. Worked with Moran years back, scampered when you broke the web last spring. My sources say he has been passing information to potential members of a new clientele, though Moriarty himself has not been seen nor heard." Mycroft raised an eyebrow as he reached out to straighten the already perfect row of office supplies upon his desk.

Sherlock sat back and steepled his hands beneath his chin. "No. He would want to stay in the dark this time. Send his dogs to do his dirty work."

"I thought you had kenneled all the dogs?" Molly piped up from the doorway, causing both Mycroft and Sherlock to turn to her in surprise.

"It was your metaphor. You said that the Serbians had been the last piece of the puzzle. So who are these guys?" She asked, determined not to be left out.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow to Sherlock before turning to address Molly. "I suspect that whoever is behind these dealings, be it James Moriarty or an affiliate, will be trying to reestablish a syndicate similar to the one which he had before. That is where the two of you come in."

Sherlock's head snapped back to look at his brother, anger beginning to etch on his face. "Two of us?"

"Yes, brother dear. You and Dr. Hooper have a date tonight."

"Excuse me?" Molly said from the door, her own eyebrow rising in question this time.

"Our rat," Mycroft began, "has been making regular appearances at The Ministry of Sound. The two of you shall be staking him out tonight to see what he has been up to."

"Ministry of Sound?" Sherlock asked.

"But Mycroft, we'll never get in. It's Friday night, the queue will already be around the block," Molly said, ignoring Sherlock's question.

"Miss Hooper, has my brother failed to mention my minor position in the British government? Admittance to a popular nightclub is child's play."

"You're sending us to a nightclub?" Sherlock asked sarcastically. "We're never going to pull this off."

"Oi, speak for yourself," said Molly defensively, her hands on her hips.

"Oh, I plan on giving the two of you a bit of, oh, how would you say it? A makeover. You'll fit right in."

With that, a group of young women entered the office, pulling Sherlock and Molly in separate directions. "Do behave, brother dear," Mycroft smiled wickedly as Sherlock was practically dragged from the room by the barrage of women, already pulling at his clothes and making tsk tsk sounds at the state of his hair.