Katie Holmes: Alive [Book Three {final}] ( A BBC Sherlock Fanfic) (On Hold)

Prologue

"Tom you know we have to stop him right?"

Tom looked at me, his expression softened and he sighed. "Ya I know but how. I mean he is practically unstoppable no prison can hold him...there's only one way to stop him"

I stared at Tom and his widened as he read my expression. "We can't that would be suicide"

"We have too" I said softly "or at least die trying"

"No I-"

"Your in or your out yes or no Tom make a choice because that's all that's left a choice so chose" I said firmly staring him right in the eyes. He looked away from me  stared at the ground.

"Only one choice?"

"Just one"

"Yes" he said after a moment.

I looked at him surprised.

"But we can't do it alone" he said looking at me again.

I grinned. "I have someone in mind"

"Who?" He asked curiously.

"My uncle of course"

It was his turn to look surprised.

"Your uncle" he said slowly. "You mean the one that works for the British government?"

"My only uncle IS the British government" I corrected. "He'll help me, do you have credit?"

"Ugh...I think so"

Tom started fumbling about his person trying to find his phone, finally finding it in his inner jacket pocket, he pulled it out and handed it to me.

"Thanks"

I switched it on and dialed Mycrofts number.

"I presume this is serious for a call at such an ungodly hour, or, are you up to your usual mischief my dear niece?"

Can't he for once answer a call with hello!

"It is and I'm not going to delay you with any unnecessary details, I want to take James down for good and I need your help" I said getting straight into it.

The line when silent for a moment, he was thinking it over.

"How exactly do you plan on doing this Katelyn" He said coldly.

I cringed at the use of my full name. "Call me Katie not Katelyn-"

"Whatever your planning I need to know now!" He snapped.

"You can't tell Sherlock or he'll try to stop me, no, let me finish first, I know James's location, All I need is some C4 I'll make it look an accident, gas leak or something, I'm going to fake my death to allow this whole thing to blow over and I'll need two passports and two plane tickets to America, somewhere warm but I can still work so I won't get bored"

"Absolutely not! I am not going to allow yourself to run into the arms of a killer!"

His protectiveness surprised me. "Sherlock did the same thing just in a different way" I replied calmly.

"Yes in a completely different way! He knew what he was doing, you don't, even with the details you gave me your plan is very vague anything can go wrong!"

I growled, getting tired of his argument. "For heavens sake Mycroft! You pick now of all times to fuss over me! I have enough details vague or not I will make this work!"

The line went quiet. "Katie... I am your uncle, I may not have been there for you as much as you would have liked, but I do have...well a regard for you...look, what I'm trying to say is, I have always cared for you even if it seemed I was distant to you"

A lump formed in my throat as I listened to his words. "I know..." I choked out. Tom placed a hand on my shoulder comforting me, I smiled at him gratefully.

"I will help you Katie on two conditions" Mycroft said sternly.

"Name them" I whispered.

"only if you tell Sherlock in some way that you are still alive at some point, he deserves to know and secondly you get the hell away from that place the minute those explosives go off!"

I nodded, then realized he couldn't see me. "I will, I promise"

"Good, I will get the supplies you need, do you remember Samantha?"

"Of course I do she taught me how to throw knives"

"I will give you her location and she will give you the supplies you need but it won't come cheap, tomorrow go to a public space, I'll send someone with your passports and the money, give them to Samantha and she will mind them for you, as soon as you finish your business meet her back at the safe house, the rest is just a drive to the airport and a long flight, I will sort out your accommodation"

"Thank you Mycroft this means a lot" I said gratefully.

"You would have continued with or without my help, you would find a way, stubbornness runs in the family I'm afraid, good luck and don't be unfortunate enough to die"

He hung up the phone and I shook my head smiling sadly, my uncle always the charmer!

"So what now?" Tom asked.

"Simply? We wait" I said and layed back, crossing my arms behind my head, and stared at the stars.