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When they finally arrived at 221 B again, the sun was nearly rising. They had brought Mary and Ajay to a flat not too far away and John had taken care of Ajay's injury. Why Sherlock knew that empty flat and could get in so easily was still a riddle to him, but he didn't bother to ask. Honestly, he was far too tired for that.

As soon as they were at home, Sherlock insisted to look at John's shoulder, most probably afraid that the fight had made the injury worse. It still looked red and hurt, but the stitches seemed to be alright. After a short shower, they both fell into bed and John was asleep within seconds. They didn't talk about everything that happened, but there had been an unhappy look on Sherlock's face ever since he agreed to keep helping Mary and Ajay. John knew that he would have loved just to ignore them from now on. He couldn't blame him, but it just felt so wrong to leave someone alone who needed them. That's why John had convinced Sherlock to keep the case in the first place.

When John woke up again hours later, the sun was shining into the room. A look at the clock told him that it was nearly midday. The bed next to him was empty and the mattress cold. Apparently, Sherlock was already awake for some time. With a sigh, John stood up slowly, ignoring the pain in his shoulder and back. He searched for some clean clothes, got dressed and left their room. In the living room, he could hear Sherlock talking to someone.

"No, that's not the point!" He just argued. He was sitting in his usual armchair, the phone at his ear. There was a look of annoyance on his face. "Don't tell me that it was dangerous, I knew that!"

John stopped in the doorway and watched Sherlock silently. He assumed that he was talking to Mycroft. "So what can you tell me about those files? Is there really no way to find out who's responsible for it?" Yes, definitely Mycroft.

Sherlock kept asking questions, so John decided to make some tea in the kitchen. His boyfriend flashed him a short smile when he saw him, but the frown remained on his face. It deepened when he watched John more closely. Most probably, Sherlock could see that he was in pain. Sometimes, it wasn't nice to be together with someone who used to notice anything.

He was just about to get some toast from one of the cupboards when his own phone rang. Sherlock was still talking to Mycroft.

It was Greg. "Hello?" John accepted the call.

"John, how are you?" Greg asked immediately, not sounding happy. John knew immediately that something happened.

"I'm fine." He replied simply. "What happened? You sound stressed."

Greg sighed. "There's nothing I can hide from you, is there?" He tried to let it sound lightly, but it didn't work. "They're gone, John."

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

"The men from last night." Greg muttered. "I'm so sorry."

John swallowed. "Did they escape?"

"No, worse. We had arrested and locked them up in a cell, but this morning I was told to release them. Apparently, someone has spoken for them. We didn't get the chance for an interrogation." Greg didn't sound happy at all.

"Do you know who's responsible for this?" John tried not to show his anger, but it didn't work. He noticed that Sherlock raised his eyebrows at the other end of the room.

"No, nothing. But it has to be someone with much influence."

"I think so too." John muttered thoughtfully. "I'll tell Sherlock about this."

"What about your friends? Where are they?" Greg asked.

"Somewhere safe. Well have to talk about everything soon."

"I can be there in the afternoon."

"That's good, we'll see you then." John said before they ended the call. He turned to Sherlock, who was still talking to Mycroft. When John approached him, he just said something about his parents. Apparently, they'd changed the subject.

John pointed at Sherlock's phone and he handed it to him with a suspicious look on his face. John turned on the loudspeaker. "Hey Mycroft." He greeted Sherlock's brother. To his surprise, Sherlock pulled John onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him.

"Dr. Watson, what a surprise to talk to you." Mycroft didn't sound surprised. "Actually, I was just talking to my brother about visiting our parents again soon."

"And I'm still there, Mycroft." Sherlock threw in. "It seems like John wants to tell us something. That was Lestrade, right? On the phone. And he didn't have good news."

John already expected that Sherlock knew at least something about the phone call by now. He nodded. "The people from last night are gone."

Sherlock frowned. "What do you mean by 'gone'?" He asked incredulously.

"Someone freed them." John explained. "With much influence, we assume."

"I think I can have a look at that." Mycroft, who'd realized immediately why John told him this, threw in. "You said they were released before the interrogation could start?"

"Exactly." John could also see Sherlock's mind racing. However, he didn't seem too surprised. "You expected that?" He asked.

Sherlock shrugged. "Something like that. Rather that they'd escape and not this."

"This might make it easier to find out more about it." Mycroft said. "Not everyone can simply do this. I'll call you when I find out more."

"Thanks, Mycroft." John replied, but Sherlock's brother had already ended the call.

They sat there in silence for a few moments, Sherlock's arms still wrapped around his waist carefully. "How are you feeling?" Sherlock asked in the end.

"I'm good. My back hurts a little, and the shoulder, but it could be worse." John knew that there was no use in lying. That would only disappoint him.

"I'm still angry at Mary and Ajay for this." Sherlock muttered and kissed John's neck.

"I already expected that." John said simply. "But she had a point last night. Most probably, they followed us and not them."

"We have to be better next time." His boyfriend sighed. "Apparently, all the security measures weren't enough."

"Maybe Mycroft can find out more that will help us." John threw in.

"He also had news about the memory stick." Sherlock informed him. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but you just took the phone from me to speak with my brother." He grimaced, but his eyes were gleaming. So he wasn't really mad.

"What did they find out?" John wanted to know.

"They found out more about this mysterious 'ammo'." Sherlock told him. "It's a codename. However, they have no idea who used it all those years ago."

"But Mycroft is sure that he can find out more?" He guessed.

Sherlock nodded. "Even if the files are messed up. Someone has to remember it."

"If he can also find out who was able to get the men from last night out of their cell, we should be one step closer to finding the people who are trying to kill Mary and Ajay." John muttered thoughtfully.

"I don't like all this." Sherlock sighed.

"Being dependant on Mycroft?" John raised his eyebrows.

Sherlock nodded. "There also has to be another way to solve this case." He muttered unhappily. John knew how much he hated standing in the shadow of his brother.

"We'll figure something out." John promised and stood up. "Now come on, let's eat something. I'm starving. Greg will be here later to talk about everything." He went to the kitchen without looking back, but then he heard footsteps behind him and smiled.

"What do you mean by you just asked him?" Mary asked incredulously and stared at Sherlock.

Sherlock smiled. "I think you heard me quite well." He threw in. "I just asked Mycroft if he knows something. Even before you mentioned it to us, by the way."

"Now we'll never get a chance to end all this." Mary muttered and shook her head. Next to her, Ajay touched her shoulder carefully. John saw Sherlock frowning slightly at this.

"Let's just hear what they have to say, Mary." Ajay said softly.

"Fine." She sighed and stared at them darkly.

"The files you were hoping for won't be of any use." Sherlock told them. "Someone has messed them up. From the looks of it, that already happened a long time ago."

"But there was something else on the memory stick." John added before they could interrupt them again. "A codename. Does 'ammo' tell you anything?"

They both frowned. "Ammo?" Mary whispered.

"That was the person who gave us our last mission." Ajay explained.

"We already thought so." Sherlock stated. "It was a woman, right?"

They nodded and John glanced at Sherlock wondering how he knew that. He raised his eyebrows silently.

"How do you know that?" Greg voiced the question.

"Intuition." Sherlock said simply, but somehow, John thought that there was more behind it. he decided to ask him about that later.

"So now we are just going to wait until your brother finds out more?" Ajay sounded calm and John wondered why this didn't seem to bother him as much as Mary. He looked at them again and noticed that his hand was still on Mary's shoulder. What was going on between them?

"I'll try to do more research." Sherlock replied and ran a hand through his curly hair. "Maybe my contacts also know something."

"The chance for that isn't high, is it?" Greg asked. "I mean, if they're really working for someone with influence. It's doubtful that they'll just leave a trace."

John only saw Sherlock's doubts because he knew him so well. To the others, he was still looking completely calm. "I have many contacts, Lestrade." He said simply. "So yes, you will have to wait." The last words were directed at Mary and Ajay. Sherlock smiled slightly. "But I doubt that it will be a problem?" So there really was something going on between Mary and Ajay. John watched them closely when they exchanged a look. Why didn't he notice this before?

"I hate waiting." Mary muttered.

"You should be safe here for now." Sherlock stated. "Otherwise, we'll just move you again. I know a few more places." Suddenly, he stood up and cleared his throat. "We should get going, John, Lestrade." He announced suddenly.

John exchanged a look with Greg, but they just followed Sherlock outside. Before closing the door, John waved at Mary and Ajay with a smile. Mary smiled back at him while Ajay just frowned.

They didn't speak on their way to Greg's car. "Where to?" Greg asked as soon as they were all inside and looked at Sherlock questioningly.

"Whitechapel." Sherlock said simply.

"Why do we have to go there?" John asked when Greg started to drive without asking questions.

"There's something I have to do there. You'll go home with Lestrade, John." Sherlock muttered without looking at John. He was staring out of the window.

"Do you want to share with us what you will be doing there?" He tried again, even if he already knew that Sherlock wouldn't say anything. Not when he was in a mood like this. The days when he was this secretive were rare nowadays, but sometimes, Sherlock still had them.

"No. I'll be fine, stop worrying, John." Sherlock said simply.

He sighed and leaned back in his seat. "Fine. But be careful." He just had to say it, especially when he didn't know what Sherlock would be doing and those people were still out there.

He'd just closed his eyes when Sherlock took his hand and squeezed it. John opened his eyes to see Sherlock looking at him with a soft expression on his face. He smiled back at him. Before he left the car, Sherlock kissed John softly.

"What was that about?" Greg asked when they were alone and on their way to 221 B.

"Honestly, I have no idea." John admitted. "You know how he is, Sherlock has those moods sometimes."

"I thought it got better ever since you're together."

"It did. This is the first time that he won't tell me where he's going." John explained and shrugged. There was a stab of pain in his shoulder and he flinched.

"Are you alright?" There was concern in Greg's voice.

"Yes." John muttered. "Will you stay or just head out again?"

"It's my free afternoon. We could watch a movie." Greg offered with a smile. They'd done that more often in the time Sherlock had been gone.

"Sounds good." John smiled back at him.

They'd been watching TV for nearly two hours and were about to cook something when they heard the sound of the front door downstairs. "Seems like Sherlock's back." Greg said.

"That isn't Sherlock." John shook his head. "He's not that careful." But why on earth would Mycroft come to see them again?

"So who is it then?" Greg looked uncomfortable now, most probably expecting another attack.

"Mycroft." He explained, dried his hands and walked to the door. Greg followed him slowly.

"How do you know that?" He wanted to know.

"Intuition?" John ran a hand through his hair and opened the door, just before Mycroft Holmes could raise his hand to knock.

"Dr. Watson." He said, sounding a bit surprised.

"Good evening Mycroft." John smiled at him politely. "Sherlock isn't here, if you're looking for him." He said when he gestured for the other man to come in.

"Actually, I wanted to speak to all of you. My brother should show up here in four minutes, by the way. Make it three when he sees the car waiting outside." Mycroft smiled slightly and his eyes fell on Greg. "Good afternoon, DI Lestrade."

"Mr. Holmes." Greg nodded, looking a little overwhelmed by the situation. John knew that he'd never really spoken to Mycroft in person.

"What's going on?" John asked. "Or do you want to wait for Sherlock to explain?"

He didn't need to ask. In this moment, they heard the door slam downstairs, followed by footsteps on the stairs. Then Sherlock stormed into the room, his coat open and hair a mess. His eyes narrowed when he saw Mycroft, but then his eyes landed on John and he relaxed again.

"Make it three minutes." Mycroft said to John and Greg. Was he grinning? However, he turned serious again very fast.

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock demanded to know. His eyes flickered back to John and Greg. "And why are you still here, Lestrade?"

"We spend the afternoon together." John said simply and gestured at the kitchen. "We were just about to make dinner."

"Dinner? With Lestrade?" Sherlock asked incredulously and John rolled his eyes.

"So tell us what's going on." He said to Mycroft, ignoring Sherlock's question.

"I think I know who 'ammo' is now." Mycroft said without hesitation.

"How?" Sherlock stared at his brother. "And why so fast?"

"I have my contacts, just like you do." Mycroft replied calmly. "How was your trip to Whitechapel, by the way."

Sherlock's expression darkened. "You already know that." John suspected that he didn't find out anything. "So now tell us. I want to get rid of this case, it's about time."

"The codename 'ammo' was used by a woman. With much influence, that's true. Just that it wasn't used in Latin, but in English. Which means codename 'love'. " Mycroft swallowed. "The person who's been responsible for those missions at that time is Lady Smallwood."

"I knew it!" Sherlock shouted suddenly, making them all flinch. "I knew that you couldn't trust her!"

"It wasn't Lady Smallwood." Mycroft interrupted his brother slowly. "She'd dead, Sherlock."

The silence that followed those words was only interrupted by the sound of Mrs. Hudson moving downstairs. "But when she's dead...?" John didn't finish his question.

"She was killed a few hours ago." Mycroft explained. "She was helping me to find out more. It shocked her to know that someone from the inside should have caused all this mess."

"So what are we going to do now? Do you know who did this to her?" Greg threw in.

Mycroft shook his head. "Not yet."

Suddenly, Sherlock moved next to John. He was typing on his phone. "What are you doing?" He asked curiously.

"Texting." Sherlock muttered and John ignored the urge to roll his eyes.

"We can see that. But with whom?"

"Mary and Ajay. We have to meet them." Sherlock explained.

"Sherlock, what's going on?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows at his brother.

"Who's been to the London Aquarium yet?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows while they all stared at him. Slowly, a small smile spread on his lips. "I think I know with whom we're dealing now." In short words, he explained his theory.

"That's impossible. How should she have been able to do that?" Greg asked.

"Would make sense..." Mycroft muttered to their surprise.

"Of course it does." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Now come on, we have to leave." He glanced at John. "No fighting this time, I promise." He whispered so that only he could hear it.

"You're sure that it's this easy?" John asked quietly.

"It wasn't easy at all." Sherlock argued softly. "And yes, I'm sure that it will be over soon." He took John's hand and squeezed it. "Now let's go!" He said more loudly.