John's P.O.V.

It has been a long day at work. The first thing on my mind was to get home and shower. Flipping off the lights in my office, I clocked out.

"Goodnight June. See you in the morning." I called to the receptionist.

She waved back. "Goodnight John!"

The slowly closed behind me as I walked to my car. It was almost dark. Darker than when I usually left work. Granted I had been in a meeting that took two hours longer than expected. Driving through the dark streets of London, I made my way home. Climbing out of the car my keys jingled as I worked to unlock the front door. Mary was on a business trip in Ireland for two months and our daughter, Sherby, had gone with her. Dispite what I had told Sherlock, we had named her after him in some way.

Chuckling at the thought slightly, I open and closed the front door. Hanging up my coat, I walked into the living room and stopped abruptly when I saw them both sitting there.

"Sherlock, Mycroft. Pleasant surprise seeing you two here." my eyebrow slowly raised up. "Would you like some tea or have you already helped yourselves to that too?" I asked, sarcasm lacing my voice.

Sherlock more than willing played along. "Oh, no thank you. I have a cup." he raised the cup slightly off the table.

"You're finally here. We've been waiting for three hours." Mycroft snapped sharply.

The two brothers looked nervous as if something was wrong. I may not have been Sherlock Holmes, but you didn't have to be to see the tension in the room. I slowly sat down, the worst case scenarios flashing through my head. Thinking of Mary and Sherby, a sense of dread came about me.

Sherlock quickly sensed it. "Don't worry. They're both fine. This is about... Someone else."

The dread changed to surprise as Sherlock hesitated. He never hesitated about anything. If he was hesitating and both Holmes brothers were sitting in front of me something had to be wrong.

"Okay what is it? What's so important you couldn't even text or call me before coming over here? There was a meeting I had to attend that ran way late, so if you had called, I could've saved you a few hours of waiting." I glanced between Sherlock and Mycroft.

Mycroft continued to glare at me and Sherlock cast his eyes towards the floor. I started to get up and walk away, not carrying that the two still sat there. I went to close the door to the bathroom when I heard Sherlock say my name.

"John wait. We need to talk to you." he said.

I laughed slightly. "I gathered that much. But all you two did was sit and stare."

"I can't talk to you about it. Mycroft has all the information. Said you should know about this first. Which means it's about me. Though you would think that if it was about yourself you would have all rights to know." Sherlock snarked, with a famlier tone of disgust.

I bit back a laugh, trying to be somewhat serious. "This is Mycroft. Does he ever tell anyone anything."

"If you two would shut up for a second, I would. This is an important matter. Not something you should be laughing about."

"I'm sorry Mycroft. You're just way too gullible that way. Please go on." I gave the older Holmes a half hearted apology.

He glared at me once more. "I shall. Let's see... Ah, yes. We have a case for the two of you. And before you say I don't solve crimes mysteries anymore, John, may I say this one is required. It's about a small terrorist cell. We hadn't given it much thought until lately when some national secrets suddenly started to become public news and not just to England, but to the world."

"What type of secrets?" Sherlock questioned.

Mycroft turned a sad, worried eye on him. "Like the secret that in exactly thirty-one days you are going to die."

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