John has spend a lot of time with Sherlock, long enough to make him get used to his impromptu punch lines and his sudden deduction. So when he told the whole room that Molly isn't dead, there's almost cheers in his heart. That Sherlock finally can lift the curtains on this whole nightmare and bring back the life he once knew. He almost assures that Sherlock will tell him where Rosie is. But when John looks at Mycroft's expression that whole perspective change rapidly.
Mycroft looking at Sherlock with cautious observation. Even Mrs. Hudson stunned by Sherlock's words.
Then James suddenly chuckles a little. One thing that Sherlock couldn't stands when he wants all lights on him.
"Mind telling me what is so funny?" Sherlock asked coldly. Even Mycroft surprised with his subordinate's volatility.
"You really are something, aren't you." James said smiling. "She left a suicide's note, I gave it to your brother." he said again.
"Someone planted it in her flat. Isn't there where you found it? Along with those stuffed animals that smells exactly like the cologne you are wearing right now." Sherlock countered.
"Sherlock.." Mycroft cuts in. "What do you mean she is still alive?"
"Because l know she is."
Mycroft sighs deeply. "You're having a delusional fighting mechanism. You are afraid to face the facts, that you've been so cruel to her, that it driven her to end her own life!"
Sherlock laughs at Mycroft accusation.
"I'm not crazy, if that is what you are implying. I just finally can see it."
"And what of the evidence that she is still alive?"
"I can't find it yet, but I will."
Mycroft rolls his eyes and lift his arms, mocking Sherlock. And it does the trick.
"I know it better than you and all the people in this room that she won't end her life just on my behave." Sherlock now come face to face with his brother.
"How did you know that she won't?" now John the one who asked.
"Because she knows.. she knows what it will do to me." Sherlock answered abruptly.
With that last answer, John drops to the floor and finds all his previous hopes are thrown into the gutter. He lift his head again and smiles sarcasticly, "Can you be more of a narcist, Sherlock?"
"If we find her, we might find Rosie too." Sherlock continued. "You just need to believe me." Sherlock takes a deep breath before he talks again.
"If I'm wrong and fails to proof it, you can walk away from here for the rest of your life. But you know better than anyone.. that I'm your best bet, John."
Sherlock then leaves and slowly walks into his room.
"Fine, I'll stay." said John "Let see if you are not just some self centered detective. But if you are wrong, I will never look back to this place again." Sherlock and John look at each other.
"You are fun." a cheer voice breaks the moment. It was that flamboyant guy, James, who said it.
"James, a word." Mycroft talked. The guy casually follows Mycroft.
"You know, they found her lifeless body sitting in a bench. A medical examiner pronounced her dead in sight." James suddenly said before leaving.
"Dear God, you're still talking? Mycroft get a hold of your men, will you?" Sherlock said impatiently.
Sherlock come close to James and whisper. "That is why I need to see her body, you imbecile."
James smiles before finally said. "Cremated." and then he left.
***
A little later, after a brief awkward lunch, Sherlock and John begins to work.
"So where do we start?" John asked. "..based on your deduction that Molly is still alive."
"Stop the sarcasm, John. Even I can sense it." Sherlock said while looking out the window.
"If she pull all of this.. what exactly is going on. Why she put herself through all of this.." Sherlock talked, almost to himself.
"Is it to get back to me.. no, she wouldn't involved Rosie. Then there is one thing left why she do this.. fear." Sherlock finally turned to John.
"Mmm, question. I did told you that we found her dead on the bench right. So how.. how do you explain that?"
Sherlock close his eyes to think. "There are venoms that could slow down your metabolism, makes it looks like you are dead." he said while still closing his eyes. "They took her body to the morgue, which is a big mistake, Molly works there. She could switch her body with some other dead body she had prepared previously. Before Mycroft did the same thing. After all.. I had inspired her in that matter." Sherlock finally open his eyes.
"The one with Moriarty?" John asked.
Sherlock nods in agreement.
"To bad they cremated the fake body." John continued.
"That is part of the plan I think.."
John quietly observing Sherlock before he talks again.
"You know Sherlock, there is a time I thought she did want to have revenge on us. All of us that was there in your sister's prison." John said "I'm scared to think that she might.. she might kill Rosie just to get back to me." John said emotionally.
"That is that motive.." Sherlock said quietly.
"So you thought she.."
"We don't know yet.. but something I've been suspecting for sure. She can't pull this off alone, somebody must've help her. But why? And who?" Sherlock asked.
John quietly thinks about Sherlock words.
"Who would help her fool us.. fool you."
Sherlock's widen and he quickly turn his head to John. "What did you say?"
John confusedly said it again. "Who would help her... fool you?"
Sherlock smiles, "Not who would.. but who can." he said. Sherlock then grabs his coat and scarf.
"Come on, John. I think I have a hunch where we should go first."
***
So where are we going?" asked John as they aboard the cab.
"Do you remember when Mycroft said there is an old Belgian detective who just came back to London?" Sherlock asked.
"Yeah, I recall that." John looks at Sherlock. "Is that where we going right now?"
"Whitehaven Mansion." Sherlock said to the cab driver.
"Who is this detective really?"
Sherlock looks at the view of London street from the cab's window.
"When all your friends admired comic book heroes, nobel prize winner, sportsman and politician, my idols was the one who got me into this business right now." Sherlock turn his head to John now. "If there is a person who can fool me, it's probably the one I admired, don't you think."
"This guy.. he's the reason why you became a detective?" John asked in amusement.
Sherlock look outside again. "I don't want to become like him. I want to beat him in his own game."
John deeply sighed, "This isn't going to be easy isn't it?"
They arrive at Whitehaven Mansion. The cleanliness are the theme of establishment, not just on the floor or the walls, but it also shows on the door man's outfit and the shiny elevator.
"Wait here." Sherlock commanded.
"If you like sir, you can wait in the lounge." an usher offered John, which he gladly except.
Clearly they come there without previous appointment and he doesn't want to be involved in any plan Sherlock has.
He watches as Sherlock approach the receptionist.
"Hello", Sherlock opens with a cheerfull greeting. "I'm really sorry, but I had a complaint from one of your tenant.. about some noise they heard from one of their electronic devices.. I think it's an old guy.."
The lady receptionist smiles in understanding. "It must have been from Mr. Poirot in flat 203. He's a foreigner, there is a lot of things we need to adjust for his requirements." the lady explained." She seems typing something on her computer, and suddenly her face changed.
"Ah.. there's no need for this, Mr. Holmes." she said surprising Sherlock. "Mr. Poirot said in this message : In the arrival of the man named Sherlock Holmes, we may welcome you to join Mr. Poirot upstairs in his flat. However his friend, John Watson, may wait in the lounge as you two discuss."
The lady smile again to the speechless Sherlock. "Right this way, sir." the lady shows Sherlock to the elevator. Sherlock looks around as he enters the elevator, John is no where to be seen. He boards the elevator, as the receptionist lady smile in satisfaction.