A/N: Sorry for such a long wait, I'm being held prisoner by the revision/exam monster right now. This is a bit of a short chapter but it is the start of the big stuff
John made his way up the stairs slowly, wincing as his leg gave a painful twinge. He went straight to the kitchen ditching the Tesco bags on the table and flicking the kettle on. He walked through into the living room while scanning his phone screen.
"Evening Doctor Watson"
"What the hell are you doing here?" He didn't have any urge to be polite to Mycroft.
"Social visit, in a way John"
"You? Social visit? Why is it I don't believe that?"
Mycroft gave his 'I know more than you' smile.
"You look tired" John told him.
"I've had an eventful day. Something arose that I thought to be long gone. But any way, I'm here about this,"
In his hand Mycroft held the letter that he'd received in the post. The one that spoke about the Hunger Games.
"What about it?"
"You, DI Lestrade and myself have all received one at some point in the last three days, all of them identical, except from the names of course"
"And? It's just spam. Wait a second, you go through my mail"
"Sherlock wants…would've wanted me to keep an eye on you all."
John didn't reply.
"Anyway John, I have my people watching you and DI Lestrade in case this is not just 'spam' as you said"
Mycroft stood up, moving his hand to grip the handle of his umbrella.
"I should be going John. Business to attend to"
"Bye" John said frowning at the door as it closed behind the government official.
Molly Hooper had had a surprisingly busy day. There had been a multiple homicide today and she had been given the bodies to sort out. Molly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and started sorting the paper work
"The killer was the uncle not the father"
Molly gave a yelp of surprise at the sound of the deep baritone of Sherlock Holmes
"You're back!"
"Obviously"
Molly raised her eyebrows in shock at his appearance. Leather jacket and jeans.
"How've you been?" she asked him
"Fine"
"Why are you here?"
"Assassin after Lestrade"
"And you're here to save him, that's nice of you"
Sherlock ignored choosing instead to pick up her clipboard "It's not the father" he muttered again
"Don't look at that" she muttered pulling it from his fingers
His grey eyes watched her hand as she took it and placed back on the work top
"Why are you here?"
"Have you had a Mr Robinson 's body?"
"No. No Robinson's today. Is that a problem?"
"No, that means I have more time. Goodbye Molly" with a quick nod he was gone
"Bye" Molly murmured, the shutting door caused her paper work to rustle but she slapped a hand on them before they escaped her. She gave a soft sigh, back to work.
Sherlock left the hospital quickly.
Molly Hooper was the only old acquaintance he wanted to see here. He was outside in good time and off down the street. He couldn't risk using a hotel in London. Not right now. He would have to spend his night as his homeless network did. He zipped his jacket up to his chin and dug his fingers deep into his pockets as protection against the chill of the evening air.
The walk to the Vauxhall arches shouldn't take too long.
The doorbell rang shrilly, with his current head ache, it was not what John Watson needed. After it had rang three times he decided Mrs Hudson wasn't in and he would have to answer the door himself. He made his way downstairs.
"I'm sorry Mrs Hudson isn't -" The door was barely open but a man threw it open, he threw a punch at John throwing the soldier against the wall, John was quick to react getting to his feet but was met with another punch that sent him into unconsciousness.
At the same moment Lestrade opened his front door and was met with the same response except his first hit knocked him out. He body remained on the cold tiles for a moment before two men hauled him up and dragged his limp form outside.
Mycroft Holmes was sorting through paper work, trying to decide what to do with his younger brother. He would have to resurrect Sherlock legally, make the death certificate void, not yet of course, but preparation was always necessary.
The unmistakable sound of shattering glass caused him to glance up, his door was thrown open and two thugs walked in
"Good evening" Mycroft returned to his paper work as they advanced on him.
Two gun shots sounded.
Two bodies fell to the floor
"Good aim Anthea" Mycroft told his assistant. She pocketed her weapon before texting the appropriate people to come and remove the dead people from her employer's floor.
"I am going to need a new carpet" Mycroft sighed "Blood stains are ridiculously hard to remove"