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18. May 2011, Who stays and who leaves?
Over two weeks after the first infection
It was late, already half past three in the morning, but Greg couldn´t sleep. He was currently sitting in the lounge and mulling over the events of the days before. They were lucky that nobody except Sherlock was injured, but still it had been a close call.
What if Moriarty had killed Sherlock and started to eliminate everybody on the ship? Gregs stomach hurt at the thought and he tried to distract himself.
The lounge was empty, nobody was there except him. Everybody was sleeping and it was so silent. Like he was all alone on the ship. A almost quiet tapping suddenly sounded through the lounge. Greg flinched and tried to see, who it was.
"Greg, why are you still up?", asked Mycroft Holmes with an ounce of concerned voice.
"Just thinking. And why are you up?" Mycroft sighed and sat down on another chair next to Greg.
"I am worried about those criminals and can´t sleep."
"Then we are already two.", Greg said and grinned at Mycroft.
"Yes, we are. I would make a hot chocolate for you or just a glass of warm milk, but we don´t have any fresh milk anymore. And the milk powder is reserved for the kids till we finally reach greenland."
"How about a glass of water? Maybe that will do the trick?" Mycroft nodded and they headed for the kitchen together.
They sat down on the low workbenches, both with a glass of water in hand, and just talked. About the time before the zombie apocalypse and what they will miss in the future.
"I will miss this wonderful cookie shop in Oxford Street! Ben´s Cookies were the best!", mused Mycroft dreamily.
"Yeah, they had those great cookies! Damn, they were wonderful after a long day of work."
"Yes, yes! Sabrina always bought me some, when I had to pull an all nighter."
"Maybe we can make cookies, when we are in Greenland.", suggested Greg.
"Maybe." Silence fell around them, both imagining the sweet candies they would make in the future.
"We should go to bed, it´s almost five and we still both need sleep.", said Mycroft and stood up.
"Yes, we probably should." They walked back together, till they reached Gregs cabine.
"So, see you later.", said Greg a bit unsure about what to do.
"Thank you for the talk... and the glass of water, Greg."
"Thank you too, Mycroft." They parted ways and Greg was slightly disappointed, somehow he had expected more from the older Holmes brother.
Several hours later.
"And? What did you decide?" A small group of five man moved forward in the cage, getting sneers and some even tried to spit on them, but failed miserably.
"We want to stay, please." Moriarty and the doctor weren´t under them. Sherlock watched them for a moment and then nodded.
"They are okay, they don´t lie.", agreed Mycroft and John opened the door to let them out.
"And the rest of you? Nobody wants to stay?", asked Greg and only received disgusted grunts.
"Okay, so we will leave you here. Lisa, if you please could."
"Yes, Sir!" Lisa and some guards of the ship brought the prisoners outside, watching Moriarty and the doctor closely.
They left them on the island with food for one week. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Goodbye, Moriarty. I hope we won´t have to meet again.", said Sherlock and John nodded in agreement.
"Oh, I still hope we will, Sherly. I would love to see you again!", replied Moriarty with a made expression.
"See you." And like this, they left them behind. Now it was for fate to decide, to let them survive or punish them for their sins.