Sherlock, who made sure to stay inside the library the whole time, stumbled back as a fist collided with his face. He landed on the ground with a thud, as he looked up he saw Sergeant Donavon standing next to Lestrade, with a furious look in her eye.

"You- You- I can't believe this! Ya know, when Lestrade first told me you were back I was shocked, but I honest to god hoped he was wrong! I can't believe you! How could you do this! To John especially?! If it wasn't for everyone constantly checking up on him I thought he would have been suicid-"

Sherlock finally stood up and cupped his hand and covered Donavon's mouth. "Sergeant Donavon, I promise to listen to your blabber and whatever riot act you have lined up for me. But at the moment there is a madman who was rigged this place up with bombs and we have less than thirty minutes to find and disable all of them."

"So, whatever I have in store for you you'll stick through and let like me have a go at you after all this?"

"You have my word."

"Can I get that in writing?"

"Okay you two!" Lestrade said getting in between them; he still didn't trust Donavon not to hurt Sherlock. "At the moment we're standing in a building rigged with bombs, Sherlock, care to elaborate?"

"Right, okay so I'm assuming you both remember Moriarty? Well long story short his sniper and right-hand man, Moran, is holding John hostage. He is giving us thirty minutes to find and disable all his bombs. But there's a few rules, 1) No matter what! We aren't allowed to leave the building. 2) Besides you two, no one else is allowed inside the building. 3) None of us are allowed to do anything to either John or Moran. If any of these rules are broken John is will be killed."

Lestrade and Donavon both held blank expressions. After a few minutes of processing all the information he had just been told, Lestrade clapped his hands together. "Alright! Donavon, you take the East Wing, Sherlock the West, I'll start looking done here and make sure nobody else enters the building. Sherlock, how long do we have left?"

"23 minutes,"

"Okay than, in 13 minutes meet back here and we'll discuss what we're going to do next. Let's move!"

When Lestrade first saw Sherlock it took all his strength not to either A) Hug him, B) Punch him, C) Kill him, or D) To simply walk away and say 'Nope' to the whole situation.

Oh course the bloody idiot was alive; it would be just like him to fake his death. To Lestrade it was painfully obvious John hadn't known the whole time. Did John know yet? Or was he being tied up somewhere with a dying hope that someone would save him? Oh god the poor man, Lestrade wasn't sure if there was someone up there who really liked him or really hated him. Lestrade wondered if angels had a sense of humor.

Lestrade liked to think they did, that sometimes the Angels in heaven would look down upon the earth and laugh at humanities stupidity.

'Ha! Look at this! They finally discovered the platypus! Oh God! Their trying to pull its beak'

'Oh my Halos! Can they please stop declaring war on each other for one minute?!'

'Wha- the Snuggie, seriously? Jesus I think it's time you returned!'

"Twilight? God, are you sure you don't want to just smite them out now and put them out of their misery?'

Lestrade laughed as he began searching around the kid's area. It was a trick Lestrade taught himself when he first joined the force. When he began to panic or was in a situation where things looked bad he would inwardly joke to try and force himself to focus. In the kids area or rather known as 'The Reading Rainbow' (Wasn't that some kids show from the 90's?) Lestrade began looking through the short shelves and looking for anything that could be a potential bomb.

Nothing, so far nothing.

Nothing on the shelves, nothing on the alphabet building blocks, and nothing in the play area. Lestrade looked around, there were two places left to look, the dollhouse and the plastic bucket with the stuffed animals.

Lestrade began throwing the dolls out of the bucket. Baby doll, nope, stuffed bunny, nope, Clown Doll, okay he really needed to talk with Mycroft about making those things illegal. Teddy Bear, nop- wait!

Lestrade looked again at the bear; the innocent looking brown bear had a ripe going across its stomach. Lestrade reached inside the bear (Forgive buddy, but there are lives at stake) and- Ah! He pulled out a pair of TNT tied to together and stripped to an electronic clock.

That was counting down.

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9 more minutes till they regrouped, from the information Sherlock gave them (ALIVE, Sherlock Holmes is alive! Living, Breathing, Deducing-...Oh god, he'd probably be able to see how useless the Yard was without him.) Moran hadn't told him how many bombs were in the building.

Moran.

Moran had been working for Moriarty, that mean Flames was working for Moran who had been working for Moriarty. Why did everything have to lead back to Moriarty? Couldn't it be a normal criminal for once?! After this Lestrade planned on taking some time off for a vacation, a looooong vacation! He'd always wanted to see the tropics.