House Of Memories

- XIII -

Come and play.
Bart's Hospital rooftop.
SH

Sherlock pauses for a moment, then adds:

PS. Got something
of yours you might
want back.

Sending the message, Sherlock tucks his phone away into his jacket and then turns back towards the bench, his eyes full of thought.

***

Mycroft spent the previous night after Elina left his office approving the agents she had chosen and in turn they would secure St Bartholomew's area, the scene of the crime to make it believable to John Watson and the freelance agents that were apart of Moriarty's network that Sherlock was indeed deceased.

The man who tortured the US Ambassador's children, Max and Claudette would be the man who would be buried in Sherlock's grave and therefore the body that would be pushed out the window to complete the fall of Sherlock himself considering that he was no longer of use to Moriarty himself. Everything else would work like clockwork if it went well and each plan had a code name of its own.

Elina changed into the customary suit all agents wore on a mission and was in the middle of zipping her suit up from the chest just as Mycroft and the several agents walked through at six in the morning. She continued getting ready and looping a machine gun over one side of her shoulder whilst picking up the briefcase which inside included a sniper.

"Jasper, you're gonna be in charge of Sherlock's homeless network. Harrison, you're in charge of getting the correct equipment set up considering on what code name Sherlock decides to use out of the thirteen and Jefferson, you and I will either persuade the red listed agents to change their path of career or simple kill them, understood?" Elina took charge to tell everyone their parts to play.

Nodding sharply once the three agents left to get set up and Mycroft walked further into the room just as Elina was tying her combat shoes up. "Be careful, Xena." Mycroft stated in a ordering tone. Double knotting the laces of her left boot, she stood up straight and patted Mycroft's shoulder. "Snowman, I'm going to enjoy myself." She smiled sweetly before tipping up to kiss his cheek and leave to set the wheels in motion.

***

Some hours later, dawn was breaking in the sky just as John left the lab after calling Sherlock some sort of machine after hearing his response revolves around Mrs Hudson being shot and in danger. 

A moment later his phone trills a text alert. He reaches into his pocket and looks at the message:

I'm waiting...
JM

Taking his feet off the bench and standing up, he walks across the lab buttoning his jacket. He picks up his coat, opens the door and leaves the room.

On the roof of the hospital, daylight has come. Jim Moriarty now back in a typical smart suit and overcoat and with his hair slicked back, calmly sits on the raised ledge at the edge of the roof with his phone in his hand while The Bee Gees' Stayin' Alive plays from it. He doesn't look at Sherlock as he comes onto the roof and walks towards him. "Ah. Here we are at last, you and me, Sherlock, and our problem, the final problem." He holds the phone up higher. "Stayin' alive! It's so boring, isn't it?" Angrily he switches off the phone. "It's just..." He holds his hand out flat with the palm down and skims it slowly through the air level to the roof. "Staying."