A/N: Another chapter for you my darlings because I love you all too much to keep you hanging.

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Sherlock was on the stretcher covered in the blood he had Molly draw from him earlier, trying to keep still until he was out of John's sight. He was confused for a few seconds when the stretcher stopped around the corner next to a black car instead of going into the building.

"Are you going to get in or are you going to keep up this dead body charade and have them put you in the trunk." A voice asked from the direction of the car.

Sherlock scowled and slid off the stretcher, climbing into the back of the black vehicle. He closed the door and glared at Mycroft. Mycroft silently handed him a towel, a cold look in his eyes. They rode in silence to an underground bunker Mycroft used when there was a serious threat on his life. Once they were safely inside, Mycroft turned on Sherlock.

"YOU STUPID SELFISH CHILD! DID YOU EVEN THINK THIS THROUGH? I had to find out about your plan from Miss Hooper. She had the good judgment to call right before you went up on that roof. Did you even think of how this would affect me, how it would affect John?"

Sherlock flinched, "I did this to protect them." Sherlock said timidly, he had never seen his older this mad before. It reminded Sherlock of the rage Sherringford would exhibit when one of his childhood experiments would make a mess. It took all of Sherlock's strength to keep from cowering in fear in anticipation of the beating this sort of anger accompanied.

My saw the fear in Sherlock's eyes and put a lid on his anger. He had never been on the receiving end of their father's abuse and he greatly lamented that he hadn't been able to protect Sherlock more; My was only glad that Sherringford had died of a heart attack when Sherlock was 7, three years before Mycroft had left for Oxford.

"Who were you trying to protect Sherly?" Mycroft asked softly.

"John, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade. My he had assassins after all of them and the only way I could stop them was to jump off St. Bart's. Obviously I didn't want to do it, but there was no other way. That's why I came up with my plan and had Molly help me. I didn't want to die and there was no other way, you have to believe me." Sherlock pleaded.

Mycroft did the last thing Sherlock expected after hearing his pleas.

My dropped his umbrella, stepped forward and pulled his baby brother into a tight hug. Sherlock had stiffened when Mycroft dropped his umbrella, expecting to be hit. He didn't relax until he heard My whisper in his ear.

"It's alright Sherly, you did the right thing to save the people you love. I would have been very disappointed in you if you had let them die."

Mycroft didn't expect Sherlock to hug him back, but was pleasantly surprised when his little brother's arms wrapped around his waist. A few moments later My felt Sherlock's arms drop and he followed suit, taking a step back.

"What do you plan to do now that the world thinks you're dead?"

"I thought it was obvious, I'm going to take down Moriarty's web." Sherlock stated, some of his usual arrogance coloring his tone.

Mycroft nodded, "I'll help you anyway I can."

Sherlock turned to leave but paused. "Can you pay the rent for 221B while I'm gone? I don't want John to be homeless and I rather like the flat. It would be a shame for Mrs. Hudson to rent it out to someone else."

"Of course" Mycroft pursed his lips, "You really do love him."

Sherlock paused again and looked at the floor. "Yeah I do."

"Then try to finish this as soon as you can. He's bound to miss you."

"I will, I'll get in contact if I need anything." With that Sherlock left the room.

"I'll miss you too little brother." Mycroft whispered.

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Sally Donovan felt cold as she walked to Lestrade's office; it was news she didn't want to give, but if Anderson did it they'd have a murder on their hands. She knocked on the door and hoped he had slipped out again.

"Come in" Greg said from his desk.

Donovan walked in regret on her face. She closed the door behind her.

"Boss I have some news."

"Oh did we find Sherlock?"

Donovan bit her lip, "In a way." She paused and took a deep breath. "Greg I don't know how to tell you this but I'll just come out and say it. The fr- Sherlock jumped off the roof of St. Bart's."

Greg blanched, "Is he- is he…."

"He's dead Greg. Dr. Watson witnessed the whole thing and was able to get to the body before medics took it away, there was no pulse."

Greg took an unsteady breath, "Ha-has anyone informed Mycroft of this?"

"Not yet, I thought you'd like to be the one to tell him."

Greg nodded numbly, his mind racing. Sherlock was dead; he'd taken his own life. How was he going to tell Mycroft? He'd want to get more details from John before Greg told his partner that his only brother was dead. OH GOD John! How was the blonde ex-army doctor taking seeing his partner jump off a building?

Greg stood up suddenly, "Where's John?"

"He's in the conference room" Sally said, "Boss; I have to tell you, it was Anderson's idea to go around you. I was content to follow your lead on how to handle the situation."

Greg stopped his quick movements to the door at Donovan's words and looked at her.

"I never thought the fre-Sherlock would do this sort of thing. I always said we'd be standing around a body and he'd be the one to put it there, I just didn't think the body would be his own."

Greg saw the remorse in Donovan's face; he squeezed her arm comfortingly before heading out of his office and to the conference room to check on his best friend.