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Accommodations

Mycroft couldn't help but smile as he ascended the stairs of 221B Baker Street where he was about to meet up with his brother's 'assembled team.' He made sure his face was once again stone by the time he had reached the sitting room to find his brother, Mary and John Watson, Greg Lestrade, and Molly Hooper. Evidently Martha Hudson was in her own flat, no doubt making tea for them all.

Everyone was talking at once except Sherlock who was pacing (and was clearly on the verge of a meltdown from the excessive noise,) and Molly who looked as if she wished she could be anywhere else but there. She had evidently argued, quite heartily, with the agents who brought her to Sherlock's flat, so she must have not been ready to see my little brother just yet, interesting, Mycroft thought when he got the report from Anthea. Sherlock had made a point of demanding she be taken from St. Barts and brought to Baker Street immediately, Mycroft saw no reason to tell him that this was already taking place.

"Can we please have some calm." Mycroft said loudly. Everyone look at him.

"Ah, good you're here. What took you so long, have to start a war on the way over?" Sherlock quipped.

"Yes, well there was this little matter of a dead man showing up on everyone's televisions brother, had some phone calls to make, but I'm here now so let's begin, shall we."

"Of course... Molly?" Sherlock asked turning his attention to his pathologist.

The young woman jerked her head up and finally met Sherlock's eyes.

"Y-yes Sherlock."

He smiled for a fraction of a second, more than likely missed by everyone else in the room but not by his brother. "Could you see if Mrs. Hudson needs any help with the tea, I think everyone's nerves could use a bit of calming."

"Oh, yes... I'll just..." And then hurried down the stairs.

With that the four of them set about theorizing, arguing and sometimes just plain guessing as to what the hell was going on. Sherlock was convinced that James Moriarty was indeed dead, he did however conceded that he may have missed someone within the network that could have managed such a task, monumental as it was, but mostly he was convinced it was a hoax.

Nevertheless Sherlock wanted the highest security for all of his friends, that's why he had spirited Mycroft into his bedroom for a private conversation.

"Do you have a safe house available for Molly?"

"What ever do you mean?" Mycroft asked looking confused, but loving this line of questioning all the while.

"A place to put Molly so she'll be safe, clearly if this is a real threat she will be in danger and I will have put her there, so a safe house... can we get one?"

"An entire safe house for one lone pathologist? The British government is already providing a full security detail for 221B, the DI's and the Watson's homes, now you expect me to not only set up Miss Hooper with one but give her a house as well? The Crown does not have endless resources Sherlock, the obvious solution is that she stay at one of the homes already covered with a detail." He said easily disguising his own glee.

"Molly already has a detail, don't think for one moment I'm not aware of that, and if you think Molly's going to stay here I can assure you that's a very bad idea."

"Of course not!" Mycroft said incredulously. "I was suggesting she stay with Greg Lestrade."

Sherlock froze and stared at his brother his mouth slightly opened and looking a bit like a fish.

"Lestrade? No...no, that's even worse!" He said barely keeping his voice under control.

"Pray tell why?"

Sherlock looked away clearly trying to come up with some valid reason why Dr. Hooper couldn't bunk at Detective Lestrade's home, and was having a hard time.

"Well isn't it obvious?"

"Clearly not to me."

Finally Sherlock gave in and said, "Garret is recently divorced and has been going through the young ladies, and I use that term lightly, like he goes through vending machine coffee. Molly is also recently single and I might add obviously vulnerable right now, I won't have him adding the poor girl to his bed post. He's had his eye on her for years, only a blind man would have missed that."

Mycroft nodded his head and pretended to look thoughtful, "Hmm, I'll have to defer to your judgment where you acquaintances are concerned as I have little information as to their emotional status or anything as trivial as their love lives. Then she shall have to stay with the Watson's."

Sherlock waved his hand in the air, "No, that won't work either. They've only just repaired their own shaky marriage and besides the only spare room they have is now a nursery with no proper bed, Molly is small but I fear she won't fit in a baby's cot." He had a privet chuckle with himself with that comment, then looked back to Mycroft. "So, back to what I was saying... a safe house?"

"Sherlock, I have not allocated more monies toward your endeavor since we began this conversation, the answer is still no. Choose one of the a fore mentioned secured homes or leave Miss Hooper unguarded to face the criminal element on her own, your choice."

Sherlock ran his hands through his hair and paced around the room several times. "Okay, fine... she stays here. Have one of your agents go fetch items from her flat, make sure it's a female, Molly would be embarrassed if she knew a strange man was going through her private girl things. Oh, and they have to bring her cat and his sand box and food and toys. Also her Doctor Who DVD's and her... Oh never mind. I'll just go with them."

Mycroft smiled inward but showed none of it, things were going exactly as planed.

"I shall stay here and brief everyone on their accommodations and security details."

Sherlock thought for a moment, "Yes, that's best. Listen make sure Molly understands that this was your idea, not mine."

"But it wasn't."

"Well you forced my hand. I wanted to send her away." Sherlock said with a wave of his hand.

"Yes, how very kind of you, she saves your life, keeps your secret for two years, lies to everyone in her life and on official documentation and you send her away for a stranger to look after her well-being. I'll be sure to tell her that very thing." He said as he made way to leave.

"Wait, hold on... just... maybe not tell her that. Tell her that we decided it was best she stayed here, you and I, the both of us, yes that's better. Not to mention it's also the truth." Then he hurried out of the room.

Mycroft lingered a moment and allowed himself a small smile before calling his driver to tell him to expect Sherlock shortly.

Sherlock rushed out into the sitting room looking over the occupants, "I have an errand to run, Mycroft will be briefing you all on the next step. This shouldn't take long."

"Sherlock?" Molly finally spoke up.

"Yes Molly." Sherlock said with measured exasperation in his voice.

"I'm not really serving much of a purpose right now, no bodies to autopsy just yet..." She laughed awkwardly. "Can I go on home now?"

He looked around nervously and said, "No." Then grabbed his Bellstaff and ran down the stairs.

When Mycroft entered the room he saw a bewildered pathologist and knew his brother must have something to do with it.

"So I have assigned each of your homes with a security detail, they will also be with you were ever you go, that goes without saying."

"I'm a police detective, I don't need a detail." Greg spoke up.

"Well, better to be safe than sorry Detective Inspector. Yours won't be entering New Scotland Yard of course but your tail will pick you up when you leave, this is necessary I assure you. Any questions?"

Molly once again spoke up, "Yes, when can I go home, I asked Sherlock if I could leave, he just said... no."

"Ah yes Dr. Hooper, you will be staying here, Sherlock went to retrieve your personal items as well as your cat."

Molly audibly gasped and looked as if she'd just been sentenced to death. "Here... w-why here?" She asked almost whispering.

"It was the best possible solution Dr. Hooper, a decision my brother and I came to, mutually. Since having aided Sherlock in his fake death you may find yourself a target, living alone is not in your best interest at the moment. We needed you at one of the houses with a detail already attached and not to sound sexist, but preferably with a male presence."

"She could stay with me, I have a spare room and I'm a police detective and most definitely male, she couldn't be safer." Lestrade said with more than pride in his voice.

Hmm I see what you mean little brother, Mycroft thought.

Molly looked at Mycroft hopefully but he turned to Greg and said, "You will have a lighter detail for that very reason, whereas 221B will have the heaviest, I assure you this really is the best thing for Dr. Hooper."

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