Hello Detective

The Reichenbach Fall Part 3

"I never liked riddles." Sherlock said, Jim stood too.

"Learn to. Because I owe you a fall, Sherlock. I owe you." Jim said cryptically before leaving the room. Sherlock moved to grab the apple that James was messing with. He turned it to reveal that 'IOU' was carved into it.

I stood cautiously before speaking, "Sherlock..."

"Leave, I need to think." Sherlock said, turning his back to me.

"But it's important." I said forcefully, preparing to tell him.

"More important than this? Go!" He yelled. I took a step back in shock. He had never spoken to me like this before. Moriarty had angered him, and he thought that by pushing me away he could keep me safe... Little did he know that the safest place for me was right next to him.

I did as he said, and as I closed the door to 221B a sleek black car pulls up. I rolled my eyes and got in the car. Once the car pulled to a stop and I entered the building I noticed the silence in the room and looked around curiously, before a man emerged to take me back to Mycroft.

"Hello Mycroft." I said as I noticed him.

"Adelaide," he nodded as the door was closed and we were now alone. I noticed a copy of today's SUN sitting on his table, I picked it up.

"You read this stuff?" I asked with a smile.

"Caught my eye." He said, I sat down across from him and began scanning the front page. There had to be something about Sherlock in here, otherwise Mycroft would never have bothered with it.

"Saturday, they're doing a big expose." Mycroft said, I read the headline. Sherlock: The Shocking Truth. Close Friend Richard Brook Tells All. I read on, Super-sleuth Sherlock Holmes has today been exposed as a fraud in a revelation that will shock his newfound base of adoring fans. The story was written by Kitty Riley.

"She was at the trial, tried to get information from Sherlock and I. Richard Brook? I'm assuming he's not a school friend." I said, looking up to Mycroft with a smirk.

"Of Sherlock's?" He laughed. "But that's not why I asked you here."

Mycroft picked up a few files and handed one to me. I opened it and noticed that it was an assassin. He looked oddly familiar.

"Know him?" Mycroft asked.

"No, but he looks familiar." I said.

"He's taken a flat in Baker Street two doors down from Sherlock." Mycroft said, and I read on in the file.

"Sulejmani. Albanian hit squad." I read.

"Expertly trained killer, living directly between you and Sherlock." Mycroft said, before handing me some more files. "Dyachenko, Ludmila."

"Russian." I said, taking the file. "I'm sensing a pattern here."

"In fact, four top international assassins relocated within spitting distance of 221B." Mycroft said.

"You think this is Moriarty?" I asked.

"He promised Sherlock he would come back." Mycroft said.

"If Moriarty had wanted him dead, then he would be dead." I argued.

"If not Moriarty, then who?" Mycroft asked, and he had a point, but I didn't think these assassins were put there to kill Sherlock.

"You know you could just talk to Sherlock, since you're so concerned about him." I smiled, knowing he wouldn't.

"Too much history between us, Adelaide. Old scores, resentments." Mycroft said, I laughed.

"You know one day you two are going to have to get over that. He needs you, maybe now more than ever. He's pushing me away too. He thinks he can do this on his own but he can't. Mycroft, you know how much I respect you. But if you can't be honest with me then I can't help you. What aren't you telling me?" I asked him.

"What aren't you telling me?" He raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" I asked surprised.

"Moriarty is obsessed, he's sworn to destroy his only rival. To get to Sherlock, he might get to you. I know he's been in contact with you, can I see it?" Mycroft asked, wanting to see the text Moriarty had sent me.

"You already know what it says Mycroft..." I said, looking to the floor.

"Is it true?" He asked. A tear rolled down my cheek.

"I haven't told Sherlock yet." I cried. He sat back in his chair and sighed.

"You know what's coming... Between him and Moriarty. Do me a favor... Don't tell him." Mycroft said, surprising me.

"Don't tell him? Are you serious?" I almost yelled.

"He doesn't need another distraction." Mycroft said, but what he meant was it would make it harder for him to let go.

"Trust me, please." Mycroft begged. I was hesitant, but ultimately, I wanted, needed Sherlock to defeat Moriarty, so if this is what it took.

"What if he deduces it?" I asked.

"He won't. You and I both know he has trouble reading you, he always has." Mycroft announced. My phone buzzed, a text from Lestrade.

Kidnapping, need you now at 221B. Important!

It was typed in a hurry, meaning it must have been someone important. I stood to leave.

"I need to go to work... Mycroft I'm trusting you on this. Prove to me I made the right decision." I said, leaving the room.

"I always protect my family!" He called after me. That's when it really struck me. Not only was this Sherlock's son, but Mycroft's niece or nephew. He cared about me and this child too.