His Doctor~

Chapter 17

Mycroft Holmes had, in the past hour, drank two glasses of white wine and smoked three cigarettes. While he knew this was unhealthy, especially for a man of such high example, he couldn't help it...

He needed to think... a lot... and alcohol mixed with smoke seemed to be the only cure left for a stuck mind.

But no matter what he tried, thinking himself out of this situation was impossible. No answer, no solution could undo what had been no doubt done. Moriarty found out... which meant it was over.

That man was a spider... and his web expanded much farther than anyone in the British government ever expected.

Poor Sherlock, who was still thinking back in 221B, had no idea of the war he may have just started.

The detective sat in his flat's living room, slowly plucking random strings on his violin. His brother's words "Bond Air is go." kept repeating in his head. It was obviously about Flight 007... but what was special about that plane?

In the midst of his pondering, Jo-Ann had a date and a grocery list to attend to. Her date was scheduled a few days ago, which meant the doctor wasn't expecting Sherlock to be home along with a fugitive criminal who had a crush on him. Worry was firmly rested on her brow as she tried to decide if she would leave or not... her date was important, and Sherlock was just going to zone out for the night... Irene didn't seem like she would cause physical harm to him, and there were no drugs in the house that she could use like before...

But what about... emotional harm?

Ms. Adler was known for manipulating people with her... charm. Sherlock was defiantly stronger than most, but this woman was known for surprising people. One thing Jo-Ann swore that if it was the last thing she did, she would protect Sherlock from being smitten by that dominatrix. The date would have to wait! Her detective was more important.

Jo-Ann reached for her phone, ready to cancel her date, when it began ringing on its own. She reached faster for it and answered quickly.

"Dr. Watson speaking." There was a long pause, letting the sounds of static and city busyness occupy the background noise. The caller spoke hesitantly.

"Um... hey Annie..."

Jo-Ann gasped silently, recognizing the voice on the other side of the call. How dare they call... after how much crap Jo-Ann had to put up with, she swore never to speak to this person again.

"...Hello Harry..." she answered. The other Watson sister audibly smiled and let out a breath. She was obviously pleased that Jo-Ann responded.

"Sorry t' call on a public phone... If you saw my number, you'd have hung up..." Harry's voice sounded drunk, as usual. The way she spoke, be it because of the alcohol she had ingested or she was trying to sound innocent, made her sound younger than she was. Jo-Ann wanted to hang up so badly... but the city in the background sounded busy... possibly dangerous for her baby sister.

"Don't jinx yourself and tell me what's going on." Jo-Ann muttered into the phone. Harry Watson had a reputation of causing trouble, for herself and others. Maybe Jo-Ann would help just one last time...

"I've been 'round a bit t'night... some drinks with friends ya know. No cabbies are willin ta take my right now... since most of them know me." Harry laughed a bit, but continued to be in shame. Jo-Ann sighed painfully, not entirely surprised at the point of this call.

"What about Clara?"

"Yeah right! There's no way I'm calling that bi-" Harry stopped herself in fear of making her sister angry. "Please Annie... I'd walk, but a pub had a sale on whisky so there are a lot of drunks out 'ere"