Mycroft sat in his chair and thought. He had to tell somebody, clearly he wasn't doing a good job at handling the situation like he thought originally. He had hoped to get rid of that man before the problem got even worse, but he didn't learn from Moriarty, apparently. Now he had to worry about a deranged killer hunting Sherlock and John down in the middle of the night when they are probably alone right now. Mycroft could be the coldest person in the world, but when it came to his little brother, people better watch out. Even though he didn't approve of John coming into Sherlock's life because he knew that his brother gets attached easily, even though he doesn't admit to it and if something were to happen to him, he was sure that Sherlock wouldn't forgive him. Not seeing any other choice, he picked his phone back up and started dialing John's number.
John was walking ahead of Sherlock but he would always turn around to see if he was keeping up and didn't get distracted, or if the killer got to him. It's not going to happen, it just isn't. If they want to mess with John Watson then they are welcomed to it. He didn't go into the war with no skills. John was so focused on Sherlock that he almost didn't feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. He fished it out and looked at the caller id. He scoffed, Mycroft, of course, he's the type of person to call at the most stressful time.
"What do you want now?"
"John, before you go on another one of your rants, listen to me. You and Sherlock are in danger."
John stopped walking and Sherlock followed John so that they were both standing in the middle of the oddly empty street. They weren't far from Baker Street, which was a quiet neighborhood, but still, it wasn't that late, there should be some activity going on.
"What do you mean in danger?"
"The killer, John."
John's face contorted into a wry smile.
"How do you know about this, you don't seem like the type to sit around watching telly, and I haven't talked to you in a few weeks, and I know Lestrade didn't call you."
"That's not important. What is important is that you get out of the street before he finds you."
John's mouth tightened but he knew that Mycroft was right, they can fight about this later. He looked back at Sherlock.
"Come on Sherlock, we have to get back home. Now."
"Isn't that where we were heading anyway?"
"I mean we have to double-time it. It's not safe."
Sherlock heard the tone of John's voice change. The menace was there, along with a sense of fear and maybe even slight panic. He wasn't too sure who he was on the phone with, he had a guess that it was Mycroft, but then again, it looked like John didn't get along with him too well. It could be Greg, but he just finished talking to them so there is no need for him to call, unless they really were in danger and the killer was near their location.
"Alright, what now."
"What do you mean?" Mycroft responded.
"Don't you have your little spy cameras hooked up somewhere?" John was clearly irritated, as he rightfully should be. He was protecting Sherlock and himself from harm and possibly death.
"If by spy camera you mean the CCTV cameras, then yes. There should be several honing in on your position right now, just give me a moment...yes...I can see you, look up to your right."
Sherlock followed John's head as he spun around to see the camera wriggling around like it was trying to do some type of dance.
"Now look to your left."
John's head whirred around to see the identical camera repeat the same gestures as the other did. For just a brief moment, John was actually grateful for Mycroft's presence. He knew that just like himself, Mycroft would never let anything happen to Sherlock, not if he could do anything to stop it. Sherlock was the only thing that he seemed to care about, even if he couldn't even properly express that right. But he knew. John knew that he loved Sherlock, he was just...not as willing as John to publicly show affection for him. John was still cautious. Mycroft can only do so much, he wasn't physically in the street with them. Without turning to face him, John motioned for Sherlock to continue walking with him, to which he didn't object. John was clearly on the edge.
"Tell me you have your gun on you, John."
"Yeah, I took it just in case." He replied to Mycroft.
"Good."
Mycroft was staring at the screens with such intensity, he hoped that John and Sherlock could almost feel his eyes on them. Big Brother is watching.
The next few minutes where spent in relative silence, Mycroft was still on the phone and would remain there until they returned to Baker Street because he knows that the killer wouldn't be stupid enough to kill them in their homes. As soon as John and Sherlock turned the next corner, Mycroft saw one of his camera screens go black.
"What the hell...?"
He started fidgeting with the controls, but to no avail. Then as quick as the first one cut off, the other did too. Mycroft was beginning to see that somebody was destroying the camera intentionally, and there was only one person that would do such a thing. Alarmed he opened his mouth and said, "He's breaking my cameras, John. Get Sherlock and yourself out of there NOW."
"You don't need to tell me twice."
John pulled his gun out from behind his back, as he had it tucked in his pants and started running. Mycroft heard the labored breathing from both men and felt his heart quickening. He could hear their footsteps against the pavement, each step faster than the other. Mycroft was so sure that they were home because their footsteps stopped.
"Wh-" He heard John stop.
There was dead silence and Mycroft gripped the arm of his chair so tight, his knuckles were turning white.
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John and Sherlock halted, as they saw a strange man creeping near them. He looked like a normal person, denim jeans, boots, plaid shirt, and a simple leather jacket. His hair was swept to one side, the moonlight shining on it. It was brown. His blue eyes were dark, minus the night sky enhancing their effect. His mouth was drawn and forming the straightest line on his face. His face was sullen, drawn. It reminded John of Moriarty, the way he could pass for a normal person to everyone else, but if you truly watched him, you would see the crazy in his eyes. You would see how dead and lifeless his eyes look, how he looks so coldly towards the word. You would know the true psychopath that it Jim Moriarty.
"Well well, if it isn't Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson."
Sherlock was the first to speak.
"Who are you?"
The man moved like he was offended.
"Really? Your brother, hasn't told you about me?"
John felt his body burning. He knew Mycroft had something to do with this. Why else would he call to warn John?
"The name is Sebastian Moran."
His voice was deep, but it was raspy and intimidating and it sent shivers up John's spine.
"What do you want?" John snarled.
"Oh that's very simple. I want to kill Sherlock Holmes."
John's hand clenched on the handle of his gun.
"Do you?"
Sebastian nodded.
"He killed Jim. I think it only seems right if he pays for his death in blood."
"Who's Jim?"
"Jim Moriarty. The greatest man I ever known. You killed him when it was you that should've been dead. The wrong person died that day, and I aim to make sure that it's fixed."
"But what about the killer, is that you?"
Sebastian scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Oh no, that's not how I would do it. I'm more of a...gun person. I have your killer right here."
He whistled and in no time, a man who looked crazier than he did came from the shadows with a bloody knife and a twisted smile on his face. He was staring John and Sherlock down. Without warning, Sebastian pulled out his own gun and shot the killer dead. The other men were shook and inched closer towards one another as Sebastian killed somebody in cold blood.
"I believe that the case is closed now since your killer is dead. I only needed him to get your attention, and now I have it. His job is done."
"JESUS CHRIST!"
John pulled out his handgun and had it pointed at Sebastian now. Sherlock wasn't sure what to do so he stayed behind. Sebastian's stance was defensive and he was seconds away from the pulling the trigger.
"My problem isn't with you, John. But since you pulled out your gun, it is now."
John shrugged as he looked back at Sherlock and then at Sebastian.
"You're not going to hurt him, I will kill you."
Sebastian sighed and shook his head.
"It seems that some people always want to play the hero. But I got news for you John, sometimes the hero dies."
Mycroft heard two gunshots, and then Sherlock shouting "JOHN!" before the phone got disconnected. Not wasting anytime, he dialed another number and waited for the person to answer.
"Hello?"
"Greg, there have been shots fired, get back-up and head there now! Sherlock and John need urgent care!"