A/N: Here's the next chapter.

"Welcome back brother mine."

Sherlock threw his brother a grim smile before asking, "Has anything happened? Increased crime levels, flagged terrorist attacks?"

Mycroft rolled his eyes. "Sherlock, it's only been 9 minutes. But no, my agents haven't reported anything yet."

"Hm, I rather rely on my network." He patted his pockets and turned around to grab the phone away from the guard that had escorted him out the plane.

"Have you considered the possibility it may be a hoax to cause a stir?" Sherlock asked as he turned on his phone. No text messages, that's to be expected. A missed call from Molly? He pondered for a second before deciding it must have been an reflexive call.

"Of course, seeing how it is difficult to see how he could have survived." Mycroft explained. "There is a chance the video is authentic, especially given the rather spectacular timing of halting your exile."

"Shall we?" he motioned to the car before he sat in. The rest followed as John's phone rang.

"Hello, Mrs. Hudson? Yes—calm down—we're alright. No, we're not sure but they let Sherlock come back. No I'm sure it will be fine. Hang on, someone else is calling me. Yeah, Greg?"

As Mary watched them all attend to their devices, it suddenly occurred to her that they might be forgetting something.

"Sherlock, if this really is Moriarty, wouldn't he want to get back at you for cheating your fall?"

"Yes that's quite obvious," he said without looking up. Nothing. No death reports or unusual activity. Is Moriarty bating his time, or is there something he missed?

"And isn't it obvious he would go for one person right now?"

He looked up irritated at Mary for interrupting his thought process. "What are you—"

"Sherlock," John interrupted. "Has Molly called you?"

He froze for a moment. "Yes, she did earlier, why?"

"Well Greg said she called him but hung up before he could pick up and she's not answering."

Almost instantly, John and Mary received incoming text message.

Mary read, "It says 'glad someone's finally noticed'. " She exchanged a worried glance with John before looking at Sherlock. "It's from Molly's phone."

Sherlock grabbed John's phone to read the message himself. A thousand thoughts and scenarios were running through his head as he tried to call her. Nothing.

"Mycroft," Sherlock started apprehensively.

"On it," he answered as he picked up a call.

John turned look to Sherlock. "Do you think he's after her?"

Sherlock wasn't paying attention, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "Why isn't he contacting me directly? This doesn't make any sense."

"What do you mean you can't get in?" Mycroft snapped at the caller.

"What's wrong?"

"A biohazard evacuation has been issued. No one can get into the vicinity."

"Rubbish, it's a ruse." Sherlock turned back to the driver. "Head to Barts!"

"Sherlock, calm down we have people—"

"This is not another damned agent of yours Mycroft," Sherlock hissed. His venomous tone caught the elder Holmes off guard

"Barts. NOW!" Pin drop silence followed his outburst as Mycroft quietly nodded to the driver to follow Sherlock's instructions.

The frustrated consulting detective sat back and shut his eyes.

"So stupid," he whispered to himself. Molly has never called him once in the 8 years she's known him. Why didn't he spare it another thought? If something happens to her…His thoughts were cut off by a bone-chilling song.

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Stayin' alive, stayin' alive

They all looked turned at him. He quickly pulled out his phone to see the receiver. A text message from Molly. His thumb trembled slightly as he opened the message.

It was a photo of the entrance to the morgue On the door, written in crimson blood were three letters.

IOU

A/N: I might not be able to upload the next chapter for a few days. I figure it should be done by Friday though.

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