From time to time there are quite moments in second floor of 221 Baker Street. When there is no client visits, no arguments among the men and there are no criminals to catch.
Today is most likely one of those days. Sherlock is halfway reading his new book and John is deep in his mind. But deep down John is planning for the worst. There is still no news about Rosie, and with times passing by John know in his heart the chance of him finding her is getting thinner. If the news come, what should he do? Should he go somewhere, or kill him self? Should he burns all Rosie belonging? Or should he keeps them?
While his mind wonders he unexpectedly notices something.
"The Bus.. what is it doing?" John mumbled.
"What do you mean?" Sherlock asked.
"The double decker bus has stopped quiet a while now in front of the flat. Is there something wrong?" John asked again.
He was about to go out the door to see, when it came through the window.
A bullet. John, a former soldier, his instinct takes over almost immediately.
"Guns!" John shouted.
As he shouts, Sherlock drop his body down to the floor immediately. The one bullet now become rain of bullets penetrating the flat's wall. John peeks a bit, the bus who stopped, was filled with masked men shooting at them. That is the reason the bus stop there for a long time.
"Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock shouted to John.
But both of them know they can't even reach the door. Sherlock crawl down the floor, trying to approach the window. As now the raining bullets destroy everything in the rooms.
"This is absurd!" John said "We're sitting duck here. We don't even have anything to shoot them back!"
Just when John said the words, a table fell down in front of them. Under the table they saw something, they couldn't believe. A gun, strapped under the table with duck tape. Both of them look into each other and in an instant they know not one of them put the gun there.
"Go get it!" Sherlock ordered.
John waits nothing more, he took the gun from under the table, checks the bullet and put it all back in.
He tries to shot back, but their opponents has more weapons. As he finally shot one of the gunmen, he doesn't know if he fatally injured the men or if it just a minor wound.
John back crawling down the floor to talk to Sherlock.
"Call him!" John shouted, try to beat the sound of bullets flying around.
"Who? Mycroft?" Sherlock asked.
"He must already know. Call that guy, the jock!"
Sherlock realized what John means. He quickly dials James number. There's no way they can speak to him, so they just leave the phone on.
The room now filled with ruined things. The inside of the couch is now flying around, broken glasses everywhere and furniture upside down. Suddenly the shooting stops. There's sound of panic and screams from a far. Sherlock stands up and peeks from a hole in a wall.
"What is going on?" John asked.
"I can't see anything." Sherlock said.
But then they hear a sound from down stairs. It was the sound of the front door being smashed.
"They try to going in." John enervated.
"The door must be broken now, they'll be in here any minute." Sherlock said, try to think his way out.
"I can't die like this. I need to know what happened to Rosie first." John frustratedly emotional.
Sherlock didn't reply. His eyes are glued to something strapped under a fallen chair. John quickly looks in the same direction and he realizes what Sherlock sees. A grenade, also strapped with duck tapes, is there under the chair. Without saying anything, Sherlock grabs the grenade from under the chair and gives it to John.
"I think you have more experience throwing this than I do." Sherlock said.
"What about Mrs. Hudson?" John asked quickly.
"She either dead anyway if we don't do this." said Sherlock.
Right that moment, they heard the sound of the door being thrown down. John waits until those men climbs up the stairs, and before they reach the door, John opens it and throw the grenade after pulling the trigger.
After the blast, the surroundings become quiet for a moment. Sherlock tries to stand up, but John stopped him.
"I'll still be laying down if I were you. It was a sting grenade, it's not lethal."
They lay down quietly as they trying to hear any noise. John opens the door that has cracked from the blast. And suddenly a man jumps from outside, attacks John down. Sherlock tries to hit the man from behind with a chair, but the man so big it barely moves. The man keep chocking John down. Sherlock is about to take the gun from his room, when the man suddenly collapsed.
John throw the man to the side as he sees the guy who save him. It was James, steadily holding a gun at the door. He shot the man down.
Sherlock and John are equally surprised to see him there.
"Are you guys alright?" he asked.
Everyone nods. And without warning, James flee the scene.
"Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock remembered.
He and John quickly run downstairs, searching for Mrs. Hudson.
"Mrs. Hudson!" John called.
They can't find her anywhere. All her belongings are either torn down or fell to the grown. Same mess as upstairs. In the middle of their search, they heard a banging noise. They look for the source of the sound. It was a crate laying down on the corner of the kitchen. It looks like it made out of wood, but the banging sounds more like a metal inside. One of the cupboard fell above the crate, so anyone who's inside it can not open it. John And Sherlock quickly remove the cupboard and open the crate.
"Mrs. Hudson, thank God.." John quickly helped the old lady out from the crate. "Are you hurt?"
"Oh, this is much worst from the last time your sister blew the flat upstairs, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson complaint.
Sherlock didn't say anything, he looks at the crate where Mrs. Hudson was hiding. Indeed it's not a usual crate. The outside is fabricated with wooden ornament, but the inside is actually metal, like a huge safe box.
"Mrs. Hudson, where did you get this box?" Sherlock asked in serious voice.
"What? The chest? Oh, it was a gift from Molly. It was heavy like a tomb.. She joked it's good to hide my money or when there's.."
"Gunmen?" John asked in irony.
"Well, robbers actually."
"Are you okay, we need to check upstairs." Sherlock said.
"For the love of God, just leave already." Mrs. Hudson answered.
Sherlock and John back upstair, to the brutal aftermath of the living room.
"You have insurance, right." John asked jokingly, as he sees everything is ruined
Sherlock still standing observing the room.
"I guess that James guy is gone." John said. "We owe that lad a favor. Damn, he really came. Is Mycroft told him to check on us?" John keeps chatting.
"John, I need you to listen to me, and answer 2 of my question carefully." Sherlock said in serious tone.
"Wh.. what is it?"
"One. Did you put the gun and the grenade under there?" Sherlock asked.
"No. Off course not. Never seen it before."
"Two." Sherlock continued. "How close are Mary and Molly?"
The last question throws John off.
"What? Why? Umm, yeah they pretty close, not like best friends goes everywhere close, but.. Molly is Rosie's god mother. And we trust her with Rosie.." John said still confused.
"Mary.. Mary trust her with Rosie." Sherlock talked to himself.
"What on earth do you mean, Sherlock?" John asked. "Do you think Molly put the gun and the grenade in there?"
Their conversation is stop by the sound of sirens wailing. A minutes later, a bunch of police officer raid inside. Lestrade and Mycroft also there.
"Thank heavens you are alright." Mycroft said in joy when he sees his brother and John coming down stairs.
"Who.. what on earth happened?" Mycroft asked.
"The bus is gone." John said after checking outside.
"No bodies." Sherlock look around "Except the one upstairs."
Lestrade approach them. "Do you guys planned to destroy this place annually?" he asked try to make a joke. No one is smiling.
"Ah, right sorry. One of the witness told me, a bus open fire to your house."
"Yup, that's what happened. Don't know who though." John answered. "I think I sleep in my house tonight."
"Where's your new chatty subordinate? The blonde one?" Sherlock asked to Mycroft.
"Him? I sent him back to Lady Elizabeth Cornwell. His talkativeness makes me uneasy." Mycroft said.
"We don't know who did this and why. You might want to start from the body in my living room, Lestrade." Sherlock said again.
"Sure, you lads don't want to go to the hospital?" Lestrade offered.
"How about Mrs. Hudson then." John said.
"Mycroft, I really need you to tell me the details about Molly Hooper's dead." Sherlock said to his brother.
"Do you think this is all about her?" Mycroft asked in disbelieve.
"I don't know and that's why I need to .."
suddenly Sherlock phone rings.
It was Craig. Sherlock quickly answers it.
"Sherlock, you lads alright? I saw on the news.." Craig said.
"Oh, yeah.. yeah. Thank you for your checking on us." Sherlock answered.
"Good. Cause I think I know what's going on with your friend's blog. Can you guys come here?"
"We'll be there in a minutes." Sherlock answered abruptly. "Come on, John. Craig found something."
John lift his head. "What? Now?? Do you realized we just had bullets flying around above our heads, 10 minutes ago!" protests John.
Sherlock take his coat from the remains of his flat, and look at John as if something is wrong.
"Are you coming?"
John try to gathers the last energy in his body to stands up and exhaustedly walks towards Sherlock.
"If this turns out to be nothing I'm so going to murder you." John said quietly.
"Lets go then." Sherlock said.