I posted chapter five on the same day as chapter four so there is a glitch if you haven't read that as it won't show up in your update stories list. That's when you see Sherlock's response to Molly's news. Anyway, onto the next chapter.

Sherlock scratched his nails anxiously on his palms, trying to stop the drugs from clouding his mind.

Mrs Hudson was home so the only other necessary person in his life who might have been kidnapped would have been...

"Molly..." He breathed out, realisation entering his eyes.

Mary turned to face him, her face solemn but held with wonder.

"What are you going to do about Molly, Sherlock? About your unborn child? If this child is a boy, maybe he and Rosie can grow up together. Wouldn't that be sweet, Sherlock? Our children - cousins in a way."

Sherlock ignored her. There was no way that Molly would ever allow him access to their child now, regardless of his contacts and brother's intervention.

He soon arrived at a warehouse, almost smiling at its predictability. Everything seemed to be going to plan.

"I can't wait for this," Mary said excitedly beside him. "What's your plan of action? Go in and shoot the place down with your sharp words or what?"

"Dear Mary, there's no need for any of that..." Sherlock muttered under his breath.

The driver tilted his head briefly to the side upon hearing Sherlock's low muttering but disregarded it by stepping out of the vehicle and opening the door for Sherlock.

Sherlock glanced warily at him, knowing that he was just doing his job. The man had kids, he discovered, he didn't really want to be in this position.

"Leave while it's still calm," Sherlock warned the driver.

The driver gave him a shrug before Sherlock exited the vehicle and he got back in. The driver proceeded to restart the car and listen to Sherlock's words, leaving the place without a second glance.

That's one person saved.

Sherlock stuffed his hands in his pockets and scanned the warehouse before him.

The villain inside wouldn't have more than four lackeys at most. Two for each kidnapped person there was.

This was going to be simple enough.

...

Mycroft picked up the little pair of booties from his desk and fiddled with it, his mind running with so many questions for his dearest little brother.

Of course, Mycroft had taken precautions when he saw the young detective enter the young pathologist's home and stay there for longer than the usual 'friendly stay'.

He was also aware of the pathologist's emergency doctor's appointment. He had eyes and ears in St. Bart's.

The thought of another Holmes generation excited him. Now, this would prevent their obnoxious, normal mother from interrupting his life with the talk of marriage and - he shuddered - offspring.

"Sir, we have no eyes inside the warehouse." He heard his assistant tell him as she typed away on her laptop, seated before him at the conference table.

Mycroft let out a small growl. The mother of his brother's unborn child was in there. Along with a trusted Dr Watson as well but the future of the Holmes legacy was inside there, unknowing and unseeing.

"Do we have plain clothes there?"

The assistant nodded. "Five right now. One's following the detective."

"We need to intercept one of the associates of Eurus."

She nodded. "Consider it done, sir."

Mycroft then ignored the clicking that her typing made and brought his eyes to his day planner.

'SHERRINGFORD 2 PM'

Maybe a late appointment would be needed. He had to know how she got out in the first place.

"Phillipa," he almost rolled his eyes at his knowledge of her name. It was always 'you' or 'girl'. "Leave the room, I have an important call to make."

His assistant nodded, halting her typing as she pressed a button on her Bluetooth to inform the rest of the team of her future presence in their room. She left as quietly as she had stayed in the room.

Mycroft picked his phone up and dialled the number memorised in his mind for so long.

"It was not my fault, Mycroft..."

"You should have kept a firm grip on her!" Mycroft snapped immediately, rubbing his head.

The voice scoffed. "I am not her keeper, am I?"

"But you are her protection. She would have never escaped without your doing." Mycroft tutted.

The other voice sighed. "I apologise. It was a sincere error on my part, Mycroft but surely it was time now? Everyone was starting to forget her."

"Which was a good thing!"

The voice chuckled. "I know that she is a bit of a... mental one. Come on, what has she done now?"

Mycroft wanted to break something. "Only gone and formed an acquaintance with Sherlock's biggest enemy, kidnapped his best friend - a doctor - and also kidnapped the mother of his unborn child. So, tell me if that is something to laugh about, Sherringford."

Sherringford sighed on the other line, pressing his thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose. "Eurus... she's been away from civilisation for such a long-"

"Do not try and humanise this unwanted being, 'Ford."

Sherringford gave a small, stiff laugh. "I'll see what I can do, brother mine."

The call was ended and Mycroft threw the phone at the wall.

Of course, he'd always protect their dear little sister.

Sherringford was a sly silver fox who did as he pleased when he pleased without ever thinking of the consequences that it could have for the other two siblings of the Holmes family.

"Phillipa!"

When his assistant did not reply, he slammed his hand down on the table and angrily left the room to look for the phone he contacted Sherlock with.

...

Mary walked silently beside Sherlock as he hung to the walls, creeping into the warehouse.

"Can we not James Bond this thing, please?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to reply to his subconscious telling him that he looked utterly stupid right now.

Mary scoffed when he didn't listen to her. "So, where's my favourite hat, hmm? It would stop your stupid hair from getting into your eyes so often. Actually, speaking of your hair... Did Molly run her hands through it as you guys made such precious love which resulted in the conception of your child? Oh, I so hope it's a boy. A little Sherlock Junior running around with Rosie!"

Sherlock closed his eyes tightly, stopping his stupid wall antics. "Shut up, Mary. Now's not the time!"

He then proceeded to enter the main space, sighing in relief when he saw John and Molly's figures tied up in the middle of the room.

"So nice of you to join us, Sherlock!" He heard. "I am quite insulted that you did not recognise me. Then again, you're high and we haven't seen each other since we were teenagers."

Molly and John's heads turned to face Sherlock casually walking towards them, his eyes looking for Eurus.

"Who would want to remember someone like you?"

Eurus laughed, running a manicured finger nail through her brunette hair. "Well, two people want to."

Sherlock knew it was inevitable when he heard the loud click-clacking of high heels enter the room.

Too light to be Eurus but... too right to be-

Sherlock's head snapped away from his friends as he turned to face The Woman.

"Sherlock... I know when I teased you about that night in High Wycombe but I honestly did not mean for this to happen..." John said, almost laughing at the inevitability.

Irene circled Sherlock, running a finger down the collar of his coat. "I've missed you so..." She whispered with a red smile.

"What are you doing here?"

This was not expected. Sure, Eurus and the other person were expected but this... The dominatrix in her full beauty with her luscious brown hair pinned up and curled with her tight leather and lace dress ensemble.

"You're not happy to see me?" She pouted briefly before smiling at Eurus. "Unlike your sister, I'm willing to make a deal."

Irene suddenly retrieved a knife from her thigh stocking and held it under Molly's neck, her other hand securely tightened on her head.

"You keep our lovely doctor and this one dies."

Sherlock scoffed. "Out of me and you, Eurus... Only one of us will live." He said, ignoring Irene which made the woman roll her eyes and further the knife up Molly's stiff neck.

Eurus giggle at the show. "Everything leading to this moment - to the man that you are, Sherlock... Is your memory of me. Now, predict who will die and who will not. I believe only two people will leave this place alive but not necessarily unscathed.

Sherlock's eyes finally laid on Molly's struggling form.

"Whatever it takes to make sure that she lives, Sherlock. She has to be one of the two people but I'm hoping that there will be more."

Sherlock looked down at his vision of Mary's words in his head and she suddenly appeared beside her widower.

"I love you, John Watson... But now it's time to save our detective." With one kiss to his cheek, John felt her presence leave, suddenly making the room grow colder for him.

Suddenly, a phone rang and Sherlock took it out of his pocket and held it in the air.

From her position, Eurus squinted to see the name written in bold. "Answer it. It would be rude to leave dear Mycroft out of this party, hmm? And stand down, Miss Adler, we're not here for your thirst."

Irene hissed, letting go of Molly as she continued to hold the knife in her hand, daringly at Molly.

Sherlock answered the phone, placing it onto his head.

"Mycroft,"

"I am outside, currently. Give Eurus my regards."

Sherlock smirked. This wasn't Mycroft. No...

"Why are you smirking?" Eurus asked, her hand placing down on a blinking package.

"Mycroft sends his regards. In a moment like this? Surely, he knows not to disturb a little bit of sibling rivalry, hmm?"

Eurus chuckled with him. "Dear Mycroft... Tell him that the party's just started."