John is sitting down in a boarding room, still can not believe that he is going to board another plane to Sidney, Australia. He can't hide his dissapointment, as he thoughts by this time he will be on his way back to London with Rosie.
What makes John even nervous is because Sherlock now is deep in his thought and his face is hard to read.
"Sherlock, are we really going to Australia?" John asked, which is a stupid question since they already bought the ticket.
Sherlock, still looking at blank space, answers unspirited. "Yes, we are."
John is also begins to growingly impatient we. "Do you know one of the longest flight in the world? I do. It's London to Sidney. Which what we are about to go through right now. A couple days ago we still in London, yesterday we're in Singapore, and now we're about to go down under to Sydney."
Sherlock sighs. "Something isn't right, John. Up until now all the messages she left, all are thoroughly planned. All was discreet and for our eyes only. But this.. something must had happened. She left in a hurry, doesn't had much time to left for some clue. What if.. what if she's in some sort of trouble.." Sherlock said in unsettling tone.
John can't helped but feel symphatized to Sherlock. Never he saw Sherlock being worried like this before. Even though John feels agitated a few seconds before.
"Well, the least we could do is to follow the clue she left for us, is it?" John tried to cheered Sherlock.
Before John stands up and reach for his luggage, Sherlock speaks again.
"John.. did I.. did I do this?" Sherlock almost in desperation. "Did I brought this upon them?"
John at amazement to see how Sherlock reacted right now.
"Sherlock, she stayed around. She knows, after what hapened with Eurus she could walk away but she stayed. It's her choice not yours."
Sherlock doesn't reply but he finally stands up and walk along side John to their boarding gate.
***
They arrived at Sidney and hurrily board on a cab.
"So what are we going to do now?" John asked.
"Lucky for us, I have a friend here. And he agreed to help us."
"By friend you mean someone who once asked for your help and now he is indebted to you?" John asked.
"Well yeah." said Sherlock who failed to noticed the sarcasm.
"Very well then. Who is this friend of yours?"
"We are going to meet him at the hotel."
They arrived at Shang Ri La Hotel near the Harbour Bridge. As they sets their foot on the hotel, Sherlock immediately went to the bar and John has no choiche but to follows. They come inside the bar who has the views of the Harbour Bridge from it's window. Sherlock observes the room for a little while and he quietly approach a guy who seems admiring the views from the window.
"Hello, Jack. Long time isn't it." the guy Sherlock greeted doesn't move an inch.
"Sherlock. So you really are here." he said without moving an eye from the view.
"And I need your help." Sherlock continued.
The guy now faces Sherlock. "Well, the table finally turn, eh. What can I do now for you, Sherlock?"
"I need you to look for a woman name Agnes who comes in to this country a few days ago."
"Imigrant?"
"Runaway." Sherlock corrected.
The guy name Jack chuckles. "You know you helped me quite a lot back then, Sherl. Looking for a woman or two isn't that hard." he steps forward so he can speak closely to Sherlock. "But please rest assured, this is the first and the last time I'm going to help you. Because I don't like owing someone a favor." And with those words Jack left the bar.
"A friend huh." John commented. "Now what?"
"We rest and we wait for his call."
Up in the room John thinks that it isn't bad that they dont need to do the search them self, but the waiting is agitating. And if what Sherlock said ia right, maybe Rosie is in danger too. John tries to brush off his thought, he has come to far to give up. He must find Rosie till the end.
Around midnight Sherlock phone rings.
"Come to the harbour, Sherlock." the voice said and the phone off.
John wants to say something but he can senses that Sherlock itself is in high alert. He doesn't talk much and all his guards seems up.
"I don't recall you bring any weapons with you, aren't you John?"
"What? Guns? through the imigration and stuff? Off course not. But how about this?" John lift a steak knife he used for dinner. Sherlock chuckles a bit.
"Sherlock, are we going somewhere dangerous?" John asked.
"Nothing like before I supposed." Sherlock said
They off to the meeting place. It was already pass midnight, the harbour is quite, only a couple people passing by.
The ocean wind blows quite strong, but John feels a different chills than cold.
As they come close to the quay, there's a man in a black coat standing by there. That guy is Jack, the one they meet this evening. He acknowledges Sherlock and John's arrival.
"That is quite fast, Jack. I thought you're going to contact me tomorrow." Sherlock greeted.
"Actually, I'm sorry, Sherlock." Jack said.
"You didn't find her?" Sherlock asked again.
"No, sorry for this.."
From the dark, a couple dark shadows emerged and quickly restrain John and Sherlock hands.
John feels his body become numb, he already felt that Jack guy is fishy, he doesn't understand how come Sherlock trust him?
There is probably 5 guys now presence along with Jack. Jack himself is now holding a gun, pointed at both of them
"You shouldn't have come to Australia, Sherlock. You should have waited in London."
Sherlock smiled and slowly the smile become a chuckles.
"Now would be a very good time." Sherlock said.
"Good time for what?" Jack said.
"Sherlock.." John said reminding him of his behaviour.
Now Jack pointed the gun to John's head. "Do you want to see your friend die?"
Sherlock looking at Jack furiously. "What are you waiting for?" he said. John looks at his friend in disbelieved. "Stop provoking him!"
"This is unnecessary." Sherlock shakes his head.
"What did you said?!" Jack is now angry.
Sherlock looks at Jack again. "I'm sorry for my rudeness, but I wasn't talking to you."
At that instance both of the men who holds John hands is now drop to the floor. Followed by the two men next to Sherlock. And now Jack is the only man standing.
"Who's there?!" Jack said frantincly swings the gun in his hand.
And before he can see the man in the shadow, a bullet landed on his forehead.
Sherlock observing all the men down, and assured that everyone is dead.
"Killed them all? A bit barbaric isn't it?" Sherlock said. John who is now relieved, confused with his action.
"Barbaric? Said the man who killed Magnusen in cold blood." A voice said from the dark. The owner of the voice come forward to the light where Sherlock and John reside.
"Hello, James." Sherlock greets.
"Was this necessary?" James asked while putting back his gun onto his jacket. "Do you really need to auditioning me?"
"I have to know where your heart is. Or loyalty to be exact." Sherlock answered.
James sighs. "You know I have to clean all of this now?" James pointed at 5 lifeless body in front of them.
"I think you have your own way, the spy that you are." Sherlock smirked.
"Oh no, the label. When did you know I was following you and John?" James asked.
"In Singapore at the church, you were there. You know as a spy you need to work on your following skilled."
"Yeah, someone said I need to work on that." James while checking on the people he just murdered.
John who finally understand what happened shouted. "You staged this so he can helped us? How did you know he won't ditch us?"
"Well, he didn't, right." Sherlock said calmly.
John throw his hand in the air, frustrated. "Unbeliavable!"
"Now, James. Care to explain yourself?" Sherlock asked James again.
"There's no time for that." James pulled out a cell phone and shows a picture in it. Sherlock and John see the image his presenting. It was Molly, in a different hair style and colour.
"It's a bit blurry, but even I can tell she was the one you're looking for."
"How about Rosie, is she with her?" John asked hastily.
"She was said travelling with a child indeed." James answered.
"Where this was taken?" asked Sherlock.
James shakes his head. "That is not the question, Mr. Holmes. The question is, where is she now?"
Sherlock lift his head, looks at James in the eye.
James shows a location in the phone's map. "That's where she is."
"And how do I know you are not scheming?"
"Because I had killed 5 men for you?" James said jokingly.
Sherlock looks at the phone again. "Are you coming with us?"
"Sorry, but I have to clean up your mess." James pointed at the 5 dead bodies. "Don't act stupid, I can't play bodyguard again for you guys."
John looks at him before asked. "Who are you really?"
James smiles. "There's plenty of time to answers all the question, after all of this over." he said. "Go on now fellas."
Sherlock then hesitantly walks away from James with the five bodies.
"Come on, John. We have a lead." Sherlock said. "It better be right, James." he said before leaving.