Mycroft arrives, not just by himself but with a team close to a whole army. They quickly takes over the police job, making Lestrade more angry.
"This is a police investigation! You can't do this!" Lestrade shouted to Mycroft face.
"Not anymore." said Mycroft coldly.
"Where's the body?" he asked.
"They took it to the mourge."
"Cause of death?"
"Unknown." Lestrade scuffed.
John, still agitated, grabs Mycroft fancy coat and yells.
"I swear to God if you don't help me find my daughters i'm going to end all of this right now. If I'm going down, you and your brother are going down with me!"
Mycroft exhales. He seems never shaken up before, the situation right now might have throw him off a little bit. He constantly wipes his perfectly clean forehead.
"Now John, I know this is far less than ideal.."
"Ideal? This is hell!" John yelled.
Mycroft tries to concentrate, "..however, given by the situation, we must act to lessen the damage it may cause." he continued.
"What do you mean?" Lestrade asked.
Mycroft take another deep breath before he continues. "We must not let Sherlock knows she committed suicide."
"We don't know if she.."
"Are you guys going to sit here and pretends to don't know anything, just like when she was still alive?" Mycroft yelled, losing his composure.
Lestrade and John witness quietly as Mycroft struggling to gain his calmness.
"What have done is done. What we can do is to make matters not gotten worse. And John you know you need him in his prime to find Rosie. We can find her if he's in a desolate condition."
Mycroft words seems to have sink in both of them.
"So, what ar you going to suggest ?"
Mycroft close his eyes a moment before he begins to speak again.
"I'm going to switch Molly's body with another female body. Same age, height, body preferences off course, and then, I'm going to stage it like there was an accident.."
"You're going to fool Sherlock? No offense, you are his brother, but he is Sherlock." John laughed.
"It's going to be an accident that will damage her upper body, waist up."
Lestrade shocks. "How in bloody hell are you going to do that?"
Mycroft sighs, "Leave it to me." he then continues before walking away. "We're going to tell him together, and you need to tell Mrs. Hudson too."
John scoffs. "Which version are you going to tell her, the real version or your version."
"She's entitled to know the truth. I might going to fool my brother but i'm not going to fool an old lady." Mycroft said quietly.
John raises his hand and see as they are trembling terribly. He slowly shoves it into his jacket, slip them between his arms hoping it will go away on its own. Right now Mycroft's team is constructing something that he and Lestrade doesn't even know.
"Unbelievable. He will go to this extent to keep this from his brother." Lestrade said in sarcasm.
He then stands up. "I'm going to go to Baker Street, normally I will need to retract the victims whereabout. Baker street is the last time anyone ever saw her alive."
John seems hesitating.
"You already filled a report about Rosie, the police are working on it. Mycroft's men also looking into it. You're other best bet right now, is on Baker Street." Lestrade continued
John looks away to Mycroft and his men. "You know it's not going to work. Sherlock always find out the truth."
"Give it a rest. The guy is desperate." Lestrade stands up and giving orders to bring them a car.
"Come on, I'll take you home."
The car take them to Baker Street. When they steps into the front door, John realizes he in fact still in a bit of a shock. His hand is still trembling and his mind keep telling him to search for Rosie. But where to?
"I'm going to talk to Mrs. Hudson outside." Lestrade informs him. "You wait here."
John watches as Lestrade slip into Baker Street front door and leads Mrs. Hudson out.
It was just a brief moment. John can hear them talking but he chooses not to listen to them, as he himself still not able to grasps the reality. He can hear Lestrade giving him instruction, and he follows it accordingly. He tells him to come inside, they're going to wait until Mycroft arrives. John stands awkwardly in his own flat. He looks at Mrs. Hudson, she is almost in the same state as him, only she is crying. But Rosie, does she knows Rosie is missing? John can't understand his own mind right now.
Mycroft arrives briefly, he looks tense and just hang up his phone.
"You are going to tell him." Mycroft talks to Lestrade. "Let's make it like you always did."
"And if he throws a fit?" Lestrade asked.
"Then it's my cue to join in."
Lestrade shakes his head in disappointment.
The sound of a violin is a sign that Sherlock is up in the living room. Lestrade strides in and climbs up the stairs, wondering why it has to be him who tell Sherlock. Then he takes a look at the sobbing Mrs. Hudson and distracted John. He quietly enters the living room.
"What on earth are you guys doing down there. It's like there was a party." Sherlock stops playing to protests.
He then turn his back. "What's wrong? Another case?" asked Sherlock, unable to noticed Lestrade's upset face.
"Uhh, I'm afraid I have some bad news, Sherlock.
Mrs. Hudson comes inside the rooms sobbing, as John follows behind her.
"What happened? What is going on?" asked Sherlock, now allerted. "John?"
The guy in question say nothing only sits down in his chair.
"Spill." Sherlock commanded Lestrade.
"I'm afraid there has been an accident, Sherlock. And.. and someone died in that accident.. that person is Molly Hooper."
Mrs. Hudson cries intensify at the end of Lestrade sentence.
Sherlock quietly standing after hearing the news. One might said his expression doesn't change at all. He only comes by to the window and play a bit of a song. And then he suddenly stops.
"Accident you said?"
"Yes.."
"What kind?"
"Uh.. car." Lestrade answered just like Mycroft told him to do.
Sherlock looks at Lestrade. "I want to see the crash's site."
"Sherlock, there's more.." John speaks. "Rosie.. Rosie, she's gone. I cant find her. I don't know where.." John sobs before he can finished his sentence.
"If she's gone there's chance that.."
"There's a chance that she might gone forever." Mycroft enters the room.
"So what are you going to do now, Sherlock? Are you going to chase down a dead woman's trail or are you going to find a missing little girl, moreover your best friend's daughter?" Mycroft said again.
"What makes you think it wasn't connected?" asked Sherlock suspiciously.
Mycroft hands over a picture to Sherlock. It was a picture taken from a security camera.
"This was taken outside Ms. Hooper's flat. Though the face isn't showing, the outfit can tells you it was indeed she who ran out from the flat's building. My guess is someone kidnapped Rosie Watson from her flat and she was searching for her in panic. Unfortunately not paying attention to the traffic, she fell down and a truck hit her."
Sherlock looks at the picture and hands it over to Lestrade. "How nice of you to do my job and also Lestrade's."
Mycroft sighs "I just don't want you to see the horrifying condition of the late Ms. Hooper. You might beat yourself up, especially after what happened. And right now we need to focus on finding John's daughter."
"If what you said it's true then we need to go to.."
"We need to go to Ms. Hooper's flat." after Mycroft finished his sentence the sound of a kettle and teacups hits the floor surprised everyone in the room. It was Mrs. Hudson who struck it down from the table. The aloof Mrs. Hudson is gone right now, in exchange there's an old lady with crazy eyes and a loud voice, worthy of a drug lord's widow.
"Her name is Molly. Can you please not speak of her name like she was some unknown whore?!" screamed Mrs. Hudson.
And just with that sudden outburst, she change back to her former self. She touch her forehead in confusion as if someone has taken over her body before.
"Oh dear, I'm.. I'm really sorry, I think the news got into my nerves.. I.. I better lay down. Lock the door on your way out will you." She then slowly climbs down the stairs. Lestrade follows her to make sure she's alright.
Sherlock looks at Mycroft sharply.
"Shall we go then?" he said.