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The Reichenbach Fall: Chapter 6

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2 MONTHS LATER

Two insanely fast, and quiet months had passed since your last interaction with Moriarty and the virus. Things had been quiet and much calmer than you wished they'd be. The longer nothing happened, the more anxious you became. You never knew when Moriarty was going to strike. Sherlock found cases while you tried your best to distance yourself at Barts, searching for any information you could connect with Moriarty and his big scheme. Of course nothing had yet come together, but that never stopped you from giving up.

You spent countless hours at the lab, mostly locked in your office, compiling together all the information you knew. You'd pinned it up on your walls, making visual connections in hopes staring at them would bring forth some sort of realization. All it was to you was a bunch of information tacked onto a wall that brought you nowhere closer to deciphering Moriarty's big and final plan. You thought maybe, just maybe piecing together his actions so far would piece together a puzzle that you could guess where it was going. But you couldn't. It all didn't seem to make any sense. Getting himself arrested, taking the deal, and hacking into your computer system with the message that read 'I O U'? It didn't add up into any sort of plan. It just didn't come together like you had hoped it would. He was clearly playing with you. You just hoped in his fooling around he revealed something to you.

You were in your office now, it was an early morning- you'd stayed the night before to try to compile as much information as you could. You hadn't added anything new to your board in weeks and were growing tired of the same images and words bouncing around in your mind non-stop that lead you nowhere. You pushed back from your desk and left your office, pulling on your coat as you walked.

"Y/n? What are you doing here again?" You heard Molly ask as you passed her in the hallway, you didn't answer but kept walking as you tightened your coat around your body. "Are you okay? You look as if you're sick!" Molly exclaimed. You waved her away. Yeah, you did look awful, but that was from the countless hours without sleep and staring at your computer screen.

You went straight towards the exit of the hospital. You needed to clear your mind. You walked down the street, head held down as you passed pedestrians on the sidewalk. You emptied your mind as you walked, thinking you were going to have to go all the way back to square one. You needed a new perspective on this information, to look at it in a different light. Maybe that would help you at least conclude something.

You were about to make a U-turn to head back to the hospital when you saw a familiar sleek back car pull to the side of the road a couple feet in front of you. You glanced at the license plate then sighed as you headed towards the car, opening the door and getting in. Mycroft never did like talking on the phone. You just wondered what he wanted this time after your conversation on the phone.

A short ride later you were dropped off at the Diogenes club, you knew enough about it to know not to cause a ruckus. Rather not speak to anyone and try to find Mycroft on your own. You silently walked in, passing by a few men in chairs reading the newspaper. When you didn't see Mycroft, you continued walking down a hall. There was one office door open and you peered in to see Mycroft sitting at his desk. You closed the door behind you, glaring down at him.

"I know you hate phones, but for god's sake, I was at work." You told him, taking a seat to hopefully hurry whatever he needed now. You crossed one leg over the other as you watched his intense look. "Right you wouldn't bring me if it wasn't important, whatever. What's up?" You asked, sitting more properly now as you decided to hear Mycroft out.

"Oh Y/n, we both know you weren't working." Mycroft studied your tired state and you sighed, running your fingers through your hair. He was right, per usual. He looked at you a moment longer before he spoke again. "Don't act like I don't know." He looked down at you showing no emotion and you looked at him with calculating eyes. "I hear when uninvited personnel walk in to interview someone on trial." He stared down at you and you shook your head at him, raising your hand.

"Okay, listen. That is not what you think-" You tried to explain yourself to Mycroft.

"You're lucky I cleared it up before it hit the press. I don't care what you were doing but I hope to God you were looking out for Sherlock." Mycroft sat across from you and you looked at him with sad eyes. The man was scared to talk to his own brother over childish arguments, if you read him right he'd probably already brought John here to ask the same thing he wanted of you. To look out for his little brother.

"I did my best to distract Moriarty, keep his focus on me. Sherlock doesn't know. I'm not sure if it worked, but me and Sherlock have been conducting plans... we're doing our best." You nodded. Mycroft looked at you with sad eyes before he turned, picking up a news article that was sitting next to him. He passed it over to you and you flipped through it, looking at the article in interest. It was written by someone named Kitty Riley. The name wasn't familiar.

"What's this?" You looked up at him briefly scanning over the article, it was all complete garbage about how you and Sherlock were both frauds; it had extensive details.

"You need information on Moriarty, to figure out his plan?" Mycroft asked, handing you a couple of files. You took them, flipping through them to see many different faces you had seen around the flat. Your neighbors probably, considering you'd seen some of them on multiple occasions. "Recognize them?" He asked, leaning back into his chair as he looked at you. You nodded, knowing you'd seen all their faces at least once around the flat.

"Who are they?" You looked up at him, knowing there must be some correlation here, or else Mycroft wouldn't have asked you here.

"Trained assassins, all moved within feet of 221B Baker street."

"You think this is Moriarty?" You asked, looking up from the files to see Mycroft give you a small nod. "I'll look into it." You told him, closing the files and sitting them aside. You stood, ready to leave with this newfound information. It could definitely help you figure out something.

"And Y/n," You stopped turning to look back at Mycroft. "Thank you." You nodded to him, walking out of the club and getting a ride back to Barts.

When you arrived, Molly was busy at work, wrapping a few things up. You scanned her as she swiftly picked files up, transferring them to be typed up. When she saw you she gave you her classic Molly smile as she continued to work.

"Finished another autopsy, I'm about to take my lunch break." You crossed your arms, looking at her makeup and choice of clothing. Not to mention her quick actions to finish up what she had started.

"A lunch date?" You smiled, leaning against one of the lab tables to look at her. She smiled, her face brightening. You knew Molly had a rough time with dating, so hopefully this one would work out in her favor. "Exciting." You tried small talk, but deciding it wasn't working in your favor. "I have, um... work to do. Let me know if you need anything." You told her before closing yourself in your office.

You thought over the information Mycroft had just given you and the article he had kept bothering you. How had someone gotten such extensive information on you and Sherlock? You decided it was definitely something to look into, it didn't settle right with you. Not remembering a number on the article, you decided a face interview with Ms. Riley would be the best way to go. If you figured out who this Richard Brook was and how she had met him, maybe you'd know a bit more about Moriarty and his plans. You grabbed your bag, pulling your coat back on as you headed towards the door, you made it about half-way there when you saw Sherlock and John leading Molly back into the building. You approached them, wondering what this was all about.

"Molly, don't you have a date?" You asked, walking back towards the labs with them as Sherlock seemed to be in quite the hurry, per usual.

"Cancelled." She frowned.

"Wait, hold on. This is about a case, Sherlock? I can help you, let Molly go on her date." You told him, reaching out a hand so he would stop to look at you. He looked you over, frowning as if it were an inconvenience you'd stopped him, even for a split second.

"Kidnapped children, Y/n. We need all the help we can get. Besides, you haven't been sleeping again and Molly's dates never go well." He walked past you and you looked after him, shrugging an apology to Molly as you went to help her with Sherlock and to get filled in on this new case of his. Sleep could always wait.