"Sir?"

Mycroft looked up from his files, resting his elbows upon the desk. "Yes?" The man gulped and looked at everything except his boss. "Theres, um something on the CCTV you need to see." He left quickly, not wanting to be the bearer of this bad news. Mycroft raised his eyebrows, grabbed his umbrella and followed his employee.

"This better be worth my time." Anthea gave him a worried look. "What? What is it? Why are you all looking at me like that?" Anthea seemed the only one brave enough to speak. "You haven't planned anything with your brother at all? Have you?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows once more, confusion spreading across his features. "No, we aren't exactly on speaking terms right now. Why do you ask?"

Anthea looked over at the other's in the room. "Something happened a few hours ago, Mr Holmes, something you need to see.." She motioned for one man to leave his seat and sat in front of the screen, searching for the right videos. Mycroft stood behind her, his heart pounding with anticipation and worry. Anthea took a deep breath and pressed play.

A figure stood on the rooftops, a phone to his ear. He then threw the phone to the side, put his arms out and jumped. Anthea switched over to another camera, this one showing a bleeding body on the ground. She zoomed in to reveal.. the bloodied, broken face of Sherlock Holmes.

"No. This has to be fake. No." Mycroft shook his head, turning his back to the video. "It's not faked Sir&" Mycroft sighed. "When did you get these?" She looked over the the man who had been occupying the station. "A few hours ago Sir.."

"A few...why I am only hearing about this now? What do I pay you all for?" The man jumped, ashamed and to be honest, quite frightened. "Im going, when I come back you better have a good explanation for leaving me in the dark. In fact... just don't be here when I return."

"Molly Hooper?"

She jumped a few centimetres in the air. "Oh.. you're.. you're Mycroft aren't you? Um.. he's not here right now, Inspector Lestrade came in and identified him, they were going to ask John but&he's not doing to well right now, you could come back later? If you want...I mean.. of course you would want.. Im sorry I'm rambling aren't I?"

Mycroft moved towards her, causing her to back into a table. "Is it really him? Don't lie to me, Miss Hooper. Is it really my brother?" She bit her lip, her eyes tearing up and nodded. "Yeah, it's him. I mean.. I saw him and.. John saw him j-jump and DNA doesn't lie. I..I'm sorry." Mycroft placed a hand over his face, the other gripping the handle of his umbrella tightly. "I didn't want to believe it. The stupid idiot. What on earth possessed him?" Molly looked over at the wall.

"Things weren't going to well were they?"

"What?"

"I mean.. he was arrested and the media was all over him, calling him a fake, a liar, a criminal&he was so agitated while he was here.. but I didn't think for one second that he would do something like this. I guess he was just pushed to far &couldn't take it anymore."

"He wouldn't do something like this. I mean.. he's overdosed more than once.. but..he never really wanted to k-..to kill himself. The fact that he has done it, things must have been worse than I thought. You said John saw it happen. How is he?"

Molly shrugged, she'd only seen Lestrade. "I don't know. I haven't seen him. Only you and Inspector Lestrade. I think he went home though.. I suppose he had to tell Mrs Hudson.." Her voice broke at the thought of dear Mrs Hudson finding out about Sherlock. Mycroft nodded. "Are they.. working on him right now?" She shrugged again. "Im not sure.. I could check for you?" He gave her a quick nod, allowing her to quickly leave the room.

Sherlock...why have you done this? Why didn't you tell me things had got this bad? I have always been here for you, I would have helped you, without question. Now you're gone...you've left me all alone. I don't have time for friends, you and your friends were the closest I had to friends, to family and now you're gone. My little brother...

"You can come in here Mr Holmes.. just make it quick.. technically you aren't allowed in here but.. I suppose you wouldn't care about such things." She popped her head around the door and led Mycroft to one of the autopsy rooms. There was a single, chrome table, in the middle of the room. A body covered by a plain, white sheet.

Molly rushed over and delicatly raised the sheet off Sherlock's face. Someone had cleaned his face, closed his eyes. He looked so peaceful, relaxed. "He looks like an angel...I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have said that.." Mycroft shook his head. "It's alright. Could you give me a moment alone please?" She gave him a sad smile and nodded, closing the door behind her.

Mycroft brushed away a stray, black lock from his brother's face. "I keep asking myself, why. Why Sherlock? I know we haven't really been the best of brothers for some time now. Maybe thats my fault. But I always thought if things got bad, if you were in so much trouble you could think of no way out, that you would come to me. You know I always looked out for you. You called it spying, I called it looking after the only family I had left. Now I don't even have that anymore. What will my purpose be, Sherlock? Now that you're gone? Of course I'll stay with my job.. but... hm!" He cleared his throat, trying to not cry, trying to keep things together.

"I'll watch over them for you, I promise. I won't let anyone I know, believe the lies. Not that they would. I'm proof that it wasn't all an act." He placed his hand against his brother's cold cheek. "I know you won't believe it, but I'll miss you Sher-...look at what you're doing to me! I said caring wasn't an advantage..that never meant I didn't care, that I didn't feel, that I didn't love" He took once last deep breath and placed a small kiss upon his little brother's brow.

"Goodbye, Lockie"

Molly gave Mycroft a shaky smile and waved goodbye before entering the autopsy room and turning to face the door, placing a box on the bench.

"Is he gone?"

"Yes"

"Good" She turned to see him sit up and wrap the sheet around himself. She flushed slightly before picking up the box again and handing it to him. "There's some clothes, I took them from the store room. Your own are a bit too obvious. I'm getting them cleaned for you, um..oh!" She put her hand in her pocket, taking out a key. "This is the key to my flat, I'll pick up some groceries after I'm done here"

Sherlock took them gratefully. "Thank you Molly, you don't have to do this you know. It's dangerous"

"Im happy to help you, you're my friend. But are you really planning to go through with this? I mean.. besides throwing yourself off the rooftop.."

He nodded. "It was the only way, I need them all safe, they don't know about you...but I can't stay with you for too long, Molly, I don't want you getting hurt too"

She was touched. He did care. He really did. "I never doubted you, Sherlock. You forget, I knew you before any of the others did. You're welcome to stay with me for as long as you need too."

"Thank you.."

"I better go and um.. let you change" She swung her hands about, then clasped them in front of her. "See you later then!" He smiled.

"See you, Molly Hooper'