Loving a Holmes

Sherrinford

Once we get out of the flat Mycroft and I meet the boys out of the street with Mrs. Hudson. Once we get there Sherlock almost jumping for joy, "Fantastic, we can use this to as a cover to sneak into Sherrinford."

Mycroft nods in agreement with his brother. "If you're right and she is getting out, who knows who is running the place now."

I look between them. "What's the plan, Sherlock?"

"We need to find a way to get on the island. Without being detected, we need to make sure they don't know it is us when they bring us into the building."

Mycroft nods. "There are several shipping routes that go past the island, we can fake a crash onto the shore."

"Perfect, how do we do that?"

"We get a ship and track one of them down."

"How are we going to disguise ourselves? I mean it's not like people have a habit of looking over Sherlock Holmes and John Watson." I cross my arms.

"A little stage makeup."

I shake my head as we take off for the nearest boat dock and basically stealing a boat. On the boat, we find a pair of yellow waiters, and we had grabbed two black double-breasted jackets, grey beanies, a blue jumper. Sherlock and I put on the jackets and beanies and Mycroft puts on the waiters, surprisingly the waiters are a little big for Mycroft, even with his suit on underneath them. When we get to the island we hear a message coming over the radio. "Golf Whiskey X-ray, this is a restricted area, repeat, restricted area. You are off course. Are you receiving? Golf Whiskey X-ray, you are off course. Are you receiving?"

John takes the mic and answers. "Yeah, receiving you. This is a distress call, repeat, distress call. We're in trouble here."

"Golf Whiskey X-ray, what is your situation? Golf Whiskey X-ray? Where are you now?"

"We're headed for the rocks. We're going to hit."

Once we 'crash' on the shore Sherlock quickly writes a message in the sand,

Tell My
Sister
I'm Here

Then he and I hide before the guards get there. When they do, Sherlock and I emerge with them, blending in. Mycroft is posing as a sailor, whoms boat we had hijacked to get to the shore and John stands next to him. "He stole our boat! Him, another fella, an' a young dam with guns!" The guards take the two of them to a holding ceil and Sherlock and I follow. The two of us standing in the ceil to 'guard' them, until the governor gets there. Once the governor is in the room with us, Mycroft stands. "This is a mistake. I'm the victim 'ere. This man stole my boat. 'e's a pirate."

He jerks a finger down to John, who grins and nods. "Yeah, I really am."

The governor just shakes his head. "Please, sit down."

"I don't even know who 'e is!" Mycroft sits.

"He's Doctor John Watson, formerly of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers. What are you doing here?"

"It's a hospital. Any work?" John shrugs.

"It's not a hospital." Still looking at the people opposite him, the governor holds out a pass towards Sherlock. "I want eyes on Eurus Holmes. Go straight to the Special Unit, deploy Green and Yellow Shift on my authority."

Sherlock answers with a northern Irish accent. "Sir." Turning around, Sherlock raises the pass to a camera above the door. The door buzzes and unlocks and he goes out and walks away.

The governor sits down on a chair opposite the John and Mycroft. "I'm sparing your blushes because we're supposed to be on the same side; and frankly, this is embarrassing."