'Who needs me this time?'
'England.' Mycroft sighed.
'What happened?' Sherlock frowned as he felt that the plane slowly changed direction.
'James Moriarty is back.' Mycroft's voice was dark as he enunciated the name of the consulting criminal. Sherlock would have made a mocking comment about his brother being dramatic again, if his first thought hadn't been his not long ago left pathologist.
'Molly...' he barely breathed out. 'Take Molly to a safe place! He will be after her. Everything else can be dealt with later.'
Mycroft, knowing that any delay could be catastrophic, if it was not too late already, made two quick phone calls before his brother's plane landed, ending his four minutes long exile for good.
As soon as the plane stopped, Sherlock practically lashed out of it, ran down the stairs to get in the car was waiting for him with Mycroft, John and Mycroft in it.
'Details,' Sherlock barked at his brother as the car started.
...
Molly barely woke up from the horror seeing Jim on the screen in her lab when the door pushed open and three armed men in black suit stormed in and grabbed her by her arms and pulled her out of the room.
'Wha...?' She swallowed trying to pull together her thoughts slightly shaking her head. 'Who are you? Let me go!' she screamed and tried to tear herself out of their grip but the basement was so empty, nobody could hear her.
'Please forgive us for the inconvenient surprise, Miss Hooper. Our order was to take you out as quickly as it's possible. There's no time to explain it now.' The man at her right arm spoke fast while he was watchfully searching the corridor they were practically running. Molly's feet barely touched the ground. Everything happened so quickly. Her horror increased when she noticed a gun in his other hand. As she glanced at the other two men she saw that they all have a gun in hand, holding it ready to fire if necessary.
Molly finally found her voice as she was dragged through the back door and carried towards a black car. 'Who are you? What do you want from me?' she exclaimed. 'Let me go!'
But there was no answer from the men..
'Please, get in, Miss Hooper.' asked the first man a bit too politely to be a kidnapper but slightly pushed her into the car. She was ready to scream when a woman's face appeared looking at her from the car with a genuine smile.
'Uhm...Hi?' Molly frowned in confusion.
'Get in. We don't have much time.' The woman hurried her in.
Molly stopped for a moment, but realized that she didn't really have other choice so she quickly climbed into the car.
As she was getting inside the door was closed behind her and her companion handed Molly a phone. She took it suspiciously and held it to her ear. 'Hallo?'
'Doctor Hooper,' though they have met only a few times, Molly immediately recognised Mycroft Holmes' voice. She sighed in relief as he continued, 'Please forgive me for the rough method. Time is essential in this matter. You will be transported to a safe place. Any further information can be given by Anthea. Good day, Doctor Hooper.' Before Molly could answer anything the line went dead.
'Seriously? I would easily come by myself if I knew they were Mycroft's men.' Molly frowned questioningly at the woman next to her.
'You wouldn't believe them, and there was no time to have a chat and show around everyone's ID-s.' Anthea shrugged and started to occupy herself with her phone.
Her first thought right after digesting the current situation was the man who she parted from only a few hours before.
'Where is Sherlock? Is he all right?' Her voice was so concerned that even Anthea looked up from her phone with a tight smile.
'Yes. He's fine. He returned to handle this...hmm... situation.'
'Are we going to see him?' Molly asked enthusiastically, hiding her blush by turning slightly away from the other woman looking down at her fidgeting hands.
Anthea shook her head with an amused smile. 'No,' and she turned his attention back to her phone.
'Was it really him on the screens?' Molly asked trying to cover the trembling in her voice by clearing her throat.
'Not confirmed yet.' Anthe answered without looking up at her.
Molly not wanting to interrupt the other woman again leaned back in the her seat uncomfortably. Though she had several questions, but she knew that Anthea was not the one who she should ask.
When Sherlock, Mycroft and the Watsons arrived at Baker Street, Lestrade's car was already there, parking in the street. As they made their way upstairs they found the DI and the landlady still sitting on the coach. The DI was gently wrapped his arms around the landlady's shoulder trying to shoot her. They both looked up at the newcomers with relief; Mrs Hudson was still clenching the hover's tube, her eyes full of tears.
'So you saw it then?' asked Greg standing up, leaving the elderly woman to Mary's care.
'Obviously,' Mycroft answered shortly as his younger brother marched in to sit down into his armchair and put his hands together under his chin, staring in front of himself.
While Mycroft was hissing orders to Lestrade and made a few phone calls, John sat down in front of Sherlock hoping to get something out of him about their next move. After ten minutes glancing at his friend a sudden thought came into his mind.
'Wait, where is Molly? Everybody is here, but where is Molly Hooper?' John now was staring at Sherlock with an angry frown. The detective hardly showed any interest in John's question, he only blinked once towards him but didn't say a world. 'Bloody hell, Sherlock! She saved your life, she helped you to trick Moriarty. She is possibly in bigger danger than the rest of us.' John hissed furiously trying to hold down his voice for the sake of the others. When he felt his wife's hand on his shoulder he snapped at her. 'What?'
'John, come and help me to make some tea.'
The doctor frowned in confusion. His wife wants him to prepare tea when Molly's life is probably at risk? 'What?'
'John, I said come.' Mary pushed her words and was smiling but not with her warm and lovely one. No. It was the do-as-I-say smile. So John understood that tea was the least important thing to do in the kitchen. He sprang up, still fuming and followed her wife.
When they stood next to the counter and Mary started to fill the kettle, she begin to whisper.
'I overheard Mycroft talking to Molly on the phone. I thing they take her to a safe house somewhere.'
'Oh, thank God. Though I don't understand why the git, over there doesn't show any interest in Molly's safety.'
'I wouldn't say that. Look!' Mary wagged her head indicating to her husband to look at the detective's direction, who was absently fishing out a pack of cigarette from under his armchair, still gazing ahead, and with shaking hands he was trying to light one of them. He managed after failing three times not being able to control the shudder.
'Jesus.' John gulped and turned back towards his wife.
'When we went to the airport, and Mycroft and Sherlock picked us up early in this morning, he didn't have his bag with him. Another car brought it there. Do you remember? Thus he didn't spend the night in his cell. Hm?' Mary stopped with wide eyes looking at John questioningly.
'You don't mean that he was...?'
'Oh, yes, I do.' Mary nodded emphatically.
'Dear God. This doesn't make things easier.' John sighed and buried his grimacing face into his palm. If Moriarty knew about them then Molly was in bigger danger than John had thought. Seeing Sherlock's state hurting Molly would be one effective way to crack him up for good.
Hi dearests,
I know it was almost a week. My only explanation is that i had a shitty days.
The only sunsine in my life were your reviews, and seeing that there are quite a lot newcomers, who enjoy this story.
About future plans: I don't intend to go into the Moriarty thing too much, it is still mainly a romantic story, but I had to put them into this situation.
The best thing in writing fanfiction, that you really don't have to meet any expectations. You just write what you want, and have fun with it. And when there are others who like it, it's just the whipcream on the cake.
So, hopefully next chapter will be up sooner.
Be good till next time.