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The Six Thatchers: Chapter 1

"You both say he filmed that video message before he died."

"Yes." You nodded.

"You both also say you know what he's going to do next. What does that mean?" Lady Smallwood continued on with the questions. You studied her a moment, thinking over how to reply to that without them thinking you were crazy. You decided the truth was best, they already thought you were crazy anyway.

"Perhaps that's all there is to it. Perhaps he was just trying to frighten the both of you." Sir Edwin pointed towards the two of you and you stopped, shaking your head. You and Sherlock had already talked about that... a lot.

"No, no. He would never be that disappointing. He's planned something; something long-term; something that would take effect if he never made it off that rooftop alive. Posthumous revenge. No... better than that. Posthumous game." Sherlock grinned.

"We brought you both back to deal with this. What are you going to do?" Lady Smallwood questioned. You and Sherlock both gave each other a look, knowing they wouldn't like your answer.

"Wait." You both replied.

By the look on Lady Smallwood's face, you knew you'd been right about her not liking that answer. "Wait?!"

"Of course we wait. We're the targets." Sherlock gestured towards himself than towards you. "Targets wait. Look - whatever's coming, whatever he's lined up, we'll know when it begins. Isn't that right?" Sherlock looked towards you as he finished putting on his coat.

"Of course." You smiled at him.

"I always know when the game is on. D'you know why?" Sherlock turned towards her.

"Why?" Lady Smallwood asked after taking a long breath.

"Because, we love it!" You smiled, taking Sherlock's hand as you both walked through the doors together. You could feel their eyes following you as you walked out the door hand in hand. Mycroft was definitely going to have to clean up what you and Sherlock had said... and the way you had acted. That's why he was the British government and you and Sherlock were the case solvers. You didn't want to clean up anyone's mess, you wanted to solve the crime.

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"If this gets any better, I'm gonna get two knives." Sherlock grinned as he slammed his knife into an overflowing stack of letters on the mantel. You'd been getting so many clients recently, it was hard to keep up with them all. But you loved it. There was never a dull moment between bouncing around clients and work. Plus, Sherlock kept busy when you were away, which was a good thing.

"It pays to advertise." John nodded to where he sat at Sherlock's desk, typing up another blog post. Sherlock sat in his chair, looking at his phone as he was no doubt typing another tweet. He was obsessed with it. Unhealthily obsessed. You couldn't help but wonder who had introduced Twitter to him.

"So, what about Moriarty, then?" Mary asked from where she stood, gazing down at the street through the window closest to the door. She rubbed her extremely pregnant belly as she looked back towards you and Sherlock. You looked at her for a moment, and when you saw Sherlock was consumed in his phone, you answered it.

"We have a plan." You told her with a smile. "We're monitoring the underworld, every quiver of the web will tell us when the spider makes his move."

"Basically your 'plan' is just to sit there solving crimes like you two always do?" John questioned.

"Awesome, isn't it?" Sherlock replied happily as he jumped up from his seat, ripping a letter from the top of the large stack.

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