Four bombs.

They found four bombs.

Sherlock had found 1, Donavon 2, and Lestrade 1.

Each one had enough power to knock down the library by itself.

"Moron!" Sherlock boomed as he walked back into the room where Moran was holding John captive.

"Nice to see you so soon Holmes, find all my pretty little presents did we?"

In honestly, Sherlock couldn't be sure. They believed they'd check everywhere, but they weren't 100% sure. No, Sherlock was almost certain there had to be more, Moran was too smug. Moran wasn't a fool, he worked side-by-side with Moriarty, and Jim would have ended up killing Moran if he was a fool.

"I believe so, I mean, we found all the obvious ones. But you've got a back-up plan, haven't you? There's no way you'd let an offer like this escape you. Both Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson in one go, how could you refuse?!"

Moran gave a toothy smile. "Glad we agree on something. Yes, of course I've got more bombs hidden. But as they say 'That's for me to know and you to find out!' can't have you leaving now can we? Oh no, I've got plans. Well, technically they're Jim's plans, but no matter! So enough I'll have London on its knees!"

"Oh? And why would you think that? Just because you've blown up a dead and a ex-army doctor? I hardly think London would even notice!"

"No, because I'm going to blow up a government official, his brother, an ex-army doctor, a DI and in...Oh about 2 months from now I'll be the head of ever business that has its headquarters in London!"

"Big plans do we? And how, might I ask do you plan to accomplish all this?"

"Easy, According to Flames' will, is company belongs to me. My new business partner, Mr. Daniels is the head of a very success hotel in which its headquarters here in London is known for its business meetings which it holds. All I have to do is set up a few CCTV cameras and those businesses will practically be begging for me to buy the, out!"

"True, but in two months? Don't you think that's a little-?"

"This weekend the head of the top clothes designer in London is holding its annual meeting at the Oasis.
According to my new PA, (more like PW, Personal whore) who also happens to be the PA for the CEO knows a few of her dirty little secrets. The week after that the top food markets, and after that the top computer company and the week after that-"

"I've it! If I want to book somewhere I'll be sure it isn't the Oasis! Now, the bombs-"

"Yes, I'd say you've got...Oh about, 7-8 minutes before this whole build blows up to smithereens. Oh, hi there! Come on Mr. DI, and oh- Donavon, so good to finally meet you! Been reading up ya' files, by the Donavon, nice legs."

"Oi! Shut it you-"

"Tst tst Donavon! You'll need to save that energy of yours for when you guys finally decided to run for your lives."

"What do you mean? You've got this place surrounded I'm sure." Lestrade said finally entering the room.

"Oh yeah, but I've decided, once the count done reaches its last minute, you two can run free."

"WHY?!" Donavon yelled.

"So the last this thing this freak will know right before he dies is that .Alone."

Donavon winced at Moran's choice of words; she knew he deliberately said that to make her feel worse. But was she really willing to do that? Give up her life just to let Sherlock know that when he dies he won't be alone? Was she really willing to do that? After all, she barely even knew him. They...Disliked each other greatly. Would Sherlock even take her death for nobility? Or would he roll his eyes and call them fools for trying to prove something that would go unnoticed by almost everyone.

John was gagged, tied and had been drugged. So far his day didn't seem to be getting any better. Well, besides the fact that his friend wasn't dead, oh and he had just gotta a coupon for 50% off on his favorite Jam, that was always plus.

But be sides that, he was gagged, tied up and stuck inside an only and abandoned library that was about to blow up and kill his best friend (who apparently WASN'T dead), a DI, a Sergeant and a government offical- wait...What?!

Finally getting his tongue to work John said in a raspy voice. "Who- wh -Wha gover ment of-fish-al..."

Well, that sounded better in his head!

Moran just sneered and looked down at John.

"Oh come on, Sherlock's big brother Mycroft will have figured somethings going on once the choppers got here. He'll be on his way any minute now!"

John tried to turn his head to see what Sherlock would have to say about the matter. But he only got his head about half way when Moran stepped in with a groan. "They're gone, their off to see if they can find my last bomb.. Ha, too bad they didn't even realize it was right under their noses! Mean, it was rather obvious! Why else would I keep your back facing towards them?!"

It was them that John realized he felt a bit heavier than he usually weighted. John looked down to confirm this and gave a whimper of a groan when he realized he was strapped to a bomb. Again!

Sherlock needed to get them out of here. It was only a couple minute ago he realized where the bomb really was. It was why he returned to see Moran. Sherlock was 87% sure Lestrade do something stupid like try and stay with Sherlock 'to the end', Donavon he was still debating about.

Yes we both have a mutual dislike but she's also an officer and that should- What am I talking about 'being an officer' never stopped her from cheating with Anderson his wife! I suppose she's more of a 50%...No, 30%

"Lestrade, I suggest you take Moran offer and take Sergeant Donavon and go outside-"

"Like hell I am! Don't you dare go out 'sociopath' on me Sherlock! I've know you for over 6 years now and-"

"He may have hidden the bomb outside knowing at that...According to his rules...I'm not allowed out."

"Oh...I suppose that makes sense. Donavon, let's go!" Lestrade turned and began walking towards the door.

"Ummm...Sherlock...I just wanted to say...er...I know for to fake you death you must have had some seriously good reason, and well...Knowing that creep Moriarty and now Morna-"

"If you have nothing of importance to say-"

"I'm sorry, okay, I'm sorry for doubting you, I'm sorry for calling you a freak, I'm sorry for trying to warn Dr. Watson off-...I'm just- sorry...Really."

And before Sherlock could reply Sally Donavon scurried away chasing after Lestrade.

It's almost scary how the world keeps surprising me.