Chapter Two

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As Sherlock walks coldly off the plane, John hurries up beside him, followed closely by Mary.

"I thought you said he was dead. You said he blew his brains out. You said you saw it!" John shouts angrily, as if it's Sherlock's fault. As if he wanted this.

"I did, John. I watched him kill himself." Sherlock answers harshly. He wished that John would stop talking. He needed to think.

"Clearly not! He's back, Sherlock! He's bloody back, you arrogant bastard!" John cries.

"I know." Sherlock snaps.

"John, maybe you should just calm down..." Mary says, giving her input for the first time.

John turns on her. "How can you say that?! THIS IS JIM MORIARTY WE ARE TALKING ABOUT. HE CONVINCED THE ENTIRE WORLD SHERLOCK WAS A FRAUD AND THEN CONVINCED EVERYONE HE WAS DEAD." John screams, letting all attempts at composure fall away.

Mary inhales deeply and begins speaking in a low voice. Sherlock uses this as a distraction and walks away from everything to think.

He finally finds a quiet spot with no-one hustling about, and he begins to pace thoughtfully.

Soon, Mycroft locates him and saunters over. "Hello, brother dear." Sherlock ignores him.

Mycroft sighs tiredly. "Brother." he repeats. Sherlock glances over this time, but doesn't say anything nor does he appear to be listening.

"Sherlock. I need to talk to you." Mycroft says, loudly.

This time, Sherlock replies. "Go away." he snaps.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Oh for God's sake. Will you one moment stop acting like a child and listen to me? James Moriarty has returned and this is a matter of national security!" Mycroft shouts.

He clears his throat and continues when he sees he has Sherlock's attention.

"The security of the free Western World depends on this man being stopped. And you are the one to do it. So tell me, brother mine, what do you need?" he finishes quietly.

Sherlock turns his back on his brother. Then he answers after a moment. "A cab."

Mycroft sighs as Sherlock stalks off, then pulls out his phone and starts ordering his people around. Stupid goldfish.

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