Lestrade take another look of the security picture Mycroft gave them. "So this is what he was going to pull." he thought. He was amazed by how Mycroft can fabricated facts from thin air in no time. But deep down Lestrade felt growing uneasiness. He has been working with Sherlock multiple times, but this is the first time he's with the party that try to trick him and it doesn't feel good. He understand what John said before, no one can fool Sherlock, not even his own brother.
"Here we are." Lestrade said when they arrives at Molly's flat.
The police officer there are all actually Mycroft's men. Sherlock and John have come inside the flat, and Lestrade take this opportunity to talk to Mycroft.
"I want all reports in this investigation. Do you hear me? I'm still the police here." he said without waiting for Mycroft's reply.
They all march into Molly's flat. John suddenly realizes, this is the first time he ever actually comes into Molly's flat. But it's not he never seen the inside before. The last time he saw it, it was when the incident with Eurus happened. When she claimed Molly's tiny flat was rigged with a bomb and they forced her to say "I love you" over the phone in order to dismantled it. John felt the tremor in his hands comes back again. They come across with evil people almost frequently, but are they really the good ones who never do any harm to other people? All the sweet ladies that ever come contact with Baker Street are now dead. Including Mary.. and Rosie.. is she dead to?
"John, are you okay?" Lestrade asked looking John face which is now sweating. John just quickly nods.
They begins to investigates Molly's flat.
"Evening, sir. I'm here to report to you." a young guy with a dapper blonde hair approach Mycroft who stand outside Molly's flat. The man wear a very neat grey suit with a lighter grey tie to match, rolex watch, and a black Valentino shoes. All of his attires shows that he isn't the same level of all the other men around.
"Who are you?" Mycroft cringed a bit.
"Lady Smallwood send her best regards. I was informed that you and her were in the middle of meeting before you left.." the young guy continued.
"Oh, so you one of Lady Smallwood's men. You can tell her that we're fine here. And give her my gratitude for the gesture." Mycroft said hastily.
"Please forgive my impudent action, sir. But I strolled the apartment before you and your group arrives, and I found this.."
Mycroft took a piece of paper from the overly polite young man's hand. He read it for a while, and then put it inside his pocket.
"What else did you find?"
"My apology for my action, sir. Since the scenario of the kidnapping supposed to happen here, but there was no sign of children's belongings inside the flat, so I throwed a couple of toys and children stuff just to make the story inline.."
Mycroft now look at the young man, who smile from ear to ear, closely.
"And the child itself?"
"Unfortunately, we still haven't found any lead of what might happen to her.. but if you kindly let me help in any way to search for her.. I'd be really honoured, sir."
Mycroft took a little peek of what happen inside the flat.
"What is your name again?"
"You might want to call me James, sir."
"Okay James, proof to me how useful you are like you did today and i'll keep you around much longer."
"Very well, sir. You won't be disapointed." he smiled again before leaving."
Meanwhile Sherlock, Lestrade and John still observing Molly's flat.
"There's nothing unusual in here." Lestrade said. "Are these Rosie's stuff?" Lestrade point out to a bunch of toys in the living room.
"I never saw them, but it's not strange if she has a couple stuff here. Molly babysit her a lot, so it could be hers.." John answered.
Sherlock silently watch every inch of the flat. Slowly he paused in front of a big tall bookshelf. There's all kind of books in it. There's a cooking book, travels, a lot of children's book. Sherlock stands in front of it for a quiet some times, it drives John to have a look too.
"I don't know Molly reads.." John said looking at the book shelf. And now he realizes there aren't many things he knows about Molly, aside for her affection for Rosie and her loyalty to them.
Sherlock didn't answer anything. He quietly moves his eyes to the whole room.
"Was there anyone else before us here?"
Lestrade took a glance at Mycroft who sneakily shake his head.
"I don't think so." Lestrade said again.
"I think I have enough today. I need to think" said Sherlock.
John look him in surprise. "But how about Rosie?"
"We won't find anything that might help here." Sherlock added.
John suddenly slouch in to the floor. All his energy was drain today. "Just be honest with me, she's gone too isn't she?"
"We don't know that yet." Sherlock said unaffected.
"Sherlock, Molly ..."
"I think it's enough for today." Mycroft cuts in looking at John in cold eyes.
"Fine then." Sherlock rapidly flee out of the flat.
Before John exits, Mycroft hinders him.
"May I remind you, if you want to see your daughter again you might want to consider not spilling the truth to my brother.. and I promise you I will get every men I can get my hands on to search for your little girl." Mycroft sternly said.
John too tired to protests, said nothing and roughly pulls away from Mycroft's clutches. He just want to go home and sleep tonight. Maybe if he wakes up tomorrow this all will be just a weird nightmare.
***
John didn't have the courage to come home and face all Rosie's related belongings at home. So he crashed on Baker Street last night, he's afraid if he was left alone he might going crazy or might hurt himself, or maybe even someone else.
He finally looks at his phone and find multiple messages from his date yesterday. John throw his phone uncared.
Suddenly there's a shrieking voice from Sherlock's room. John alertly comes to his room. Sherlock opens the door before he could comes in. He still in his pyjamas, stumbles along to the living room and lands on his sofa with his face looking down.
John watches cautiously as he can sense something is not right.
"Sherlock?"
"I can't do it .." he said in a low voice. "I try to see but I can't.."
John slowly reach out to his phone dialing Mycroft's number and leaving it on.
"What.. what do you mean?" John asked.
"Why can't I see it, John. I've looked, I remembered but I can't see it!" Sherlock's voice raised.
And without warning Sherlock pulls out a gun from his robe's pocket.
"Why can't I see it? You have to tell me! Why?!" Sherlock screamed franticly.
Mrs. Hudson appears at the door invited by Sherlock's shouting and John gives a sign for her to stay where she is.
"Sherlock.. what did you take, dear?" She asked, worried.
Sherlock begins to cry while swinging the gun up and down. He seems to try very hard to calm his emotion but at the same time, letting it flows everywhere.
"I can't see it, I.. have to know." he said almost in desperation.
Multiple steps comes from downstairs. Mycroft joins Mrs. Hudson by the door with some of his men waiting in.
"Sherlock." he said slowly.
"Don't you tell me what to do! You have make me.. you make me unable.. I can't.." Sherlock slurred.
"Just tell me why I can't see it, or I..." Sherlock points the gun into his head. His eyes are red with tears down on his cheeks.
John, Mycroft and Mrs. Hudson are in disbelieved how the situation suddenly escalated.
"Now, Sherlock.. listen to me.." John said "You don't want to do anything you might regrets.." he continued in low calming voice. He saw Sherlock high with heroin a couple times, but he never saw it having a meltdown like this before.
"Sherlock.." Mycroft voice trembles. "Please.. put down the gun."
All the persuasion seems done nothing to Sherlock. He tightens his fingers on the gun, resulting more panic in the room.
"If you don't tell me why.. I swear to God.."
Mycroft glances at armed James behind him as he whispered, "Should I neutralize him, sir?" Mycroft shakes his head.
"Oh, Sherlock.." Mrs. Hudson, now cries too, slowly approaching him.
"Mrs. Hudson!" John signaled her to stay put. But Mrs. Hudson keep on walking towards Sherlock.
"Mrs. Hudson, please stop!" Mycroft yells in panic.
"Oh, for God sake. Can't you guys see what's happening." Mrs. Hudson looks at the weeping Sherlock. "Can't you guys see he's suffering.."
Mrs. Hudson now is face to face with Sherlock. She reach out and put her hands on Sherlock's face, right above his tears.
"Mrs. Hudson, please tell me why.." he begs.
"Oh, Sherlock.. there's something I need to tell you.."
"Mrs. Hudson!" Mycroft yelled again. But Mrs. Hudson ignores him, while Sherlock still looking at her in hope.
"..Molly is dead, you know that right, dear. But she isn't dead because of an accident. She is dead because she killed herself on Valentine's day.. but you already know that did you, Sherlock? You just don't want to see it."
After Mrs. Hudson finished her sentence, Sherlock drops the gun to the floor. John quickly snatch it, while Sherlock now sitting lifelessly on the couch.
"I'm really sorry we lied to you Sherlock." John said, but Sherlock is not answering. He just sitting there with an empty eyes.
"You really think you can fool me huh, Mycroft?" He finally talked.
Mycroft looks down. "I did.."
"You did what you think is the right thing?" Sherlock continued. He wipes his tears and stands up.
"Where is the body? I know you switch it and crushed some poor dead woman's head."
"Cremated." It was James who suddenly answered, confusing everyone in the room.
"Who is he?" John asked.
"I'm James." he answered happily, contradicting with the emotion in the room.
"Are you sure?" asked Sherlock.
"Positive." James answered confidently.
"Then you cremated the wrong woman.." Sherlock wiping the remains of tears on his cheek, before he continued. "..because Molly isn't dead."