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Hi guys,
so this is my first attempt on a multi-chapter story. I have something already planned in my head, but putting in on the paper might be more difficult. But I'm giving it a try and I hope that so will you. If you like it, please let me know.
English isn't my mother tongue so there might be some mistakes. If you find something horrible, don't hesitate to let me know, it'll help me to get better in English :)
The first chapter is short, but I had to start somehow. Anyway, enough with my monologue, I hope you like it :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately!
Chapter 1
"You know what happened to the other one," Mycroft states coldly, but in reality, his head is full of memories that have haunted him over the years. Blue eyes, black hair, big smile...He immediately stops his mind from producing all these pictures and continues to appear as distant as possible.
"Oh, for God's sake. Make up your mind. Who needs me this time?" Sherlock asked.
"England," Mycroft said without being able to take his eyes of the monitor in front of him. Moriarty's face saying Did you miss me is enough to make him little bit nervous. How is it possible? He blew out his own brain , it can't be. When he saw the plane, with his brother on board, landing, he felt oddly calm. He took his phone and started acting.
"Find out who did this, immediately. It is the highest priority, I expect you to inform me as soon as you find something. Anything!" he commanded the person on the other side of the line and hung up.
Two hours later, Mycroft received a phone call. "What have you found?" he asked and listened to one of his men. "Prague? Are you certain? Keep me updated." From the frown on Mycroft face it was evident that the problem was bigger than anyone had expected. Sherlock knew best, because last time his brother looked like that was when Sherlock was going through his drug addiction.
"What is it, Mycroft?" Sherlock asked curiously.
"It looks like Moriarty or his men are in Prague." Mycroft's frown was getting more serious with every word he let out of his mouth. When he told Sherlock about Prague, he's no longer the only one with a frown on his face. After a few moments of total silence, Sherlock finally continued with their conversation.
"I don't think that this is the work of Moriarty or one of his companions. First of all, Moriarty blew out his own brain . I was there. Second of all, if it was him, he wouldn't give us any information about his whereabouts." With every sentence, Mycroft looked more and more serious. Sherlock was quite taken aback by this, because all his life, Mycroft had been the king of the ice, the iceman, the man who looks the same whether he's happy or furious. But this was different. "What's wrong, Mycroft?" Sherlock finally asked, now with John and Mary joining them.
"I agree, this is not Moriarty. But for everyone here, it is. This is only between us. Do you understand, Dr. Watson?" he looked at John. "I believe that I don't have to ask you, Mrs. Watson, given your history. I believe you are more than capable of keeping a secret. And you, brother mine," he turned to Sherlock, "this is bigger than you can imagine and I would highly recommend you to keep your distance. Recently, I have come to the conclusion that you are getting sentimental and if it is what I think it is, you should be prepared for getting hurt." After Mycroft's speech, everyone appeared confused. With that, Mycroft left them and got in the car.
During the ride, Mycroft was lost in his thoughts and every scenario he played in his head was pretty bad. Suddenly, his phone beeped. He looked at the display and saw the text from an unknown number.
Did you miss me? NH
So he was right. This won't be good.
After Mycroft left, Sherlock, Mary and John decided to return to Baker Street. Even though Sherlock was gone only a few minutes, he was really glad to be home again. He didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't imagine his life without his flat. Everything there formed a part of him and when he had to leave it for two years in order to destroy Moriarty's network, he felt like huge parts of him were missing. So now, when he had to leave again, this time maybe for good, he started to feel incomplete again. He had to admit that the thought of England needing him home felt quite good. But it also meant that Moriarty might be back.
"Mycroft was acting quite strange, do you know why?" John asked Sherlock but he was already in his mind palace, sorting things up. That's why it wasn't surprising that John didn't get any answer. "Sherlock, talk to me," he tried again. This time his effort met with success.
"What John," Sherlock answered, irritated. "I'm trying to think here."
"I was just asking, if you know why was Mycroft acting so strange?" John repeated his question.
"He's Mycroft, presumably because of his diet. He's hungry so he's acting like a pain in the arse."
All of them laughed, but in reality Sherlock was feeling strangely anxious. He didn't know why, but he felt that something will happen real soon.
Mycroft was sure about what NH in the text stood for, but he didn't want to admit it. If it was really happening, it would affect all people he held dear.
Where are you? MH
He texted back and waited for the answer. It came few minutes later.
London. Don't worry, you'll see me soon enough. NH
Mycroft sighed heavily as he read the text. He couldn't believe that it was happening.
Stay out of trouble. Don't do anything stupid. I warn you. MH
Now you care about me not doing anything stupid. How sweet of you. Can't wait to see you again. NH
This won't be good, he thought to himself as he closed his eyes and let the memories fill his head.