New Places, New People: a t.v.verse

Who? -chapter 5

"Ugg," May mumbled as she woke up. She felt her hands tied behind her. She completely woke up, alert. She felt at least three other pairs of hands and a... head? It was a mess of hair, so it would have to be a head. She looked left and right, seeing at least two other chairs, and people tied to it. One she could vaguely remember as Molly Hooper, the girl Sherlock seamed to like, and the other his annoying older brother Mycroft. They seamed to be in a warehouse of some kind.

"Sooo, who exactly else is here?" May asked timidly. "And whose head and I touching, seriously."

"I'd like it if you would stop touching my hair, thank you very much," an oddly familiar voice said.

"Okey, so that ones Jim," she mumbles. "The one on my right is Molly and to the left is Myc, so if this pattern continues... John, you here?"

"Eugh," May heard from behind her. "Yep, that's John," she mumbles to herself.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" She yells, wondering if anyone can hear her. "Anybody there?"

"Are you always this loud?" A man says, coming out of the shadows. It was the same one who kidnapped them earlier.

"Nope," John says from behind her, groaning slightly. "Shes usually louder."

"Thanks John," May replies sarcastically. "Anyway, who the hell are you?" Directing the question the the kidnapper.

"Mycroft?" He say tauntingly. "Care to explain? I feel left out that neather of you have mentioned me before. I mean, I am kinda important." He pretended to be shocked.

"You seam to like to be extravagant," Mycroft replied to him, "So why don't you."

The man shrugged. "Eh," he said, "why not? I am the 'other brother',-"

"What wa wa wa wait, hold on," May interrupted. "There's a third Holmes brother...How? How come none of you have died?" She paused a moment. "Never mind, how come none of you have died and stayed dead? Seriously. From what I've seen, an idiot with to much power, a nicotine-addict sociopath, and an umbrella loving idiot... You sure you're their brother?"

The man glared intently at her, mad for being interrupted. He leaned on the cane he had, for what reason was unknown.

"Never mind," May replied, half to herself, enjoying this. "You have a tendency to old warehouses *cough cough*Mycroft*cough* and something to lean on." Noticing the goon from earlier, she added, "and a weirdly annoying, quite person in the background."

"Oi!" John said sharply from behind her.

"Not you," May replied, seeing the man get annoyed. Again, yea!:) "Anderson. Or Sally but she won't shut up. Oh, and dude? Quick question."

"Yes?" The man asked out of annoyance.

"Ever seen your brother fight?"

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Sherlock and Lestrade snuck up to the door, seeing three four chairs. In them was Mycroft Holmes, John Watson, Molly Hopper, and who one could only guess was May.

As Sherlock was lost in thought, trying to figure out a way to get them, Lestrade wondered around the perimeter of the building. It was approximately thirty meters tall, made of old wood with a tin roof, with windows up higher. On the side that faced the river, it had a baking company's logo.

After Lestrade made a complete round around the building, he notated Sherlock mumbling something about dimensions and number of people.

"Why don't we just walk in the shadows around the perimeter?" Lestrade asked, seeing it's the easiest way to get in.

Sherlock looked at Lestrade as if he said the most stupidest thing. Then he mumbled, "That might just work. Stupidity might just be the thing needed here."

"Thanks," Lestrade replied to him sarcastically as they snuck in. When they got closer, they heard snippets of their conversation.

"... I am the 'other brother'-" then was saying before he was cut of by May.

"What wa wa wa wait, hold on," she said, buying them time, "There's a third Holmes brother...How? How come none of you have died?" noticing Sherlock sneaking in the background, she repiled to herself, "Never mind, how come none of you have died and stayed dead? Seriously. From what I've seen, an idiot with to much power, a nicotine-addict sociopath, and an umbrella loving idiot... You sure you're their brother?" Sherlock chuchled softly while Lestrade still had the bizzard expresstion on his face.

What the bloody hell is going on? Lestrade thought to himself.

"Alright, Lestrade, I might need your help," Sherlock murmured. Lestrade was surprised. Might? You'll need all the help you can get somedays, Lestrade thinks to himself again.

"I need you to distract the man off to the side," Sherlock whispered, gesturing to the man on the other side, partly hidden by shadows.

"Alrighty then," Lestrade mummers as he draws his gun, staying close to the shadows.

Sherlock drew his own, waiting until Leatarde had made it until he was right behind the man. Sherlock walk forward, conveniently right behind the asshole behind all this. He raised his gun as he heard May say, "Oh and dude, quick question."

"Yes?" He said in that agitated voice.

"Ever seen you brother fight?" Sherlock's gun was right up against the mystery mans mid-back.

"Yes," Sherlock replied threateningly. "Have you ever seen my fight?"

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