John wakes up in a garden full of green and flowers, just like that botanical garden in Singapore. There they hold Rosie's 5th Birthday party, everyone is behavely there. Mary is smiling so big, prouds of how beautifull Rosie has become. Sherlock is there without his cynistic gesture, he and Molly come together, smiling while hold each other hands. Mycroft and Lestrade is there too, even though John wouldn't invited Mycroft if it was Rosie's real birthday party. Wait, this isn't a real birthday party? Suddenly that James guy comes in, he takes Rosie from Mary's hand. Wait, where did he takes her? John lost sight of him, all he can hears is Rosie's cry.
John tries to focus his sight. The sudden course of adrenalin quickly wakes him up. He looks to his side. Sherlock, like him, try to wakes himself up.
He now understand Rosie's cry is the one that wakes him up from his dream. He try to moves his hand, it was tied up. He looks again to where Rosie is. Molly is holding her and she is teary to, maybe because there is two guy in front of her holding a gun at their direction.
"Call the bos, they're awake." said one guy.
John now almost fully sober understand the situation he is in. They are being hold at gun point by probably ten people. John looks around again, they are now inside what it seems to be a big white warehouse. The roof is high and like the inside of a hangar, but only half of it is spacious. There is a wall inside the hangar that John can't see what's on the other side. The only things that connecting them to the other side of the wall is one door. That one door is now being open by the guy they all have been waiting for.
"Ah, evening everyone." a blonde bearded man with sunglasses enter the room. He wears a dark blue unbutton jacket with black polo shirt underneath it. He, if we can say, a little bit on the chubby side. It is shown in his cheek and stomache area.
In contrast with the mood of the room he seems on the cheerfull mood, uncommanding. Although all the men with guns in the room all fall obediently to his word.
"Here we are at last, I assume the journey was long and questionable? But I bet you guys enjoy it right"
He said again. John feels the guy reminded him of an overly kind sales person.
"So.."
"Who are you?" Sherlock suddenly said.
The guy smiles before he answered Sherlock's question. "I am.. Moriarty.. If I said that would you believe me?" And than he laughs at his own words.
"Moriarty is dead." Sherlock said again.
Molly and John look at Sherlock in fear of his audacity.
"I am Moriarty or not, I think it's the least of your problem right now." He then gives a sign to one of his man. They approach John, Sherlock and Molly, untie them, and then tell them to stands up.
"Well, I'm not a barbaric man who tied people around, but please don't try anything funny or my men shall kill you."
"I have to admit." the guy who claimed as Moriarty continued. "You actually ahead of my schedule.. So forgive me if I'm lack in preparation."
They all enter the only door in the wall, from where the guy just came in, follows by two of the gunmen. The others is stand on guard outside the wall. On the other side is a hallway with multiple doors on each side. They walks past a few doors, stop at one door then enters it. Inside is a white room with a glass wall from ceiling to the floor, it's an observation room.
Sherlock and John immediately realizes what the room looks like. It mimics the room where Eurus is kept on the island prison. The difference is, the end of the room is not visible, because the light is turn off.
One of the man approach Molly and without warning injected something to Rosie.
"What did you gave to her?!" Molly cried in panic.
"You bastard! What did you do to her?!" John shouted.
"Relax. Everyone please calm down. It's just a perfectly right dose of tranquilizer for a baby. Not more of a harm than a cough medicine or paracetamol. I just don't wan't her to be awake for this.." the last sentence was in different tone from the others he spoke. There was a subtle threatening voice slipped into it.
"..and baby tends to cry a lot and it might throws us off from the actual problem." he said without a care, back to his cheerful voice.
He then flips a switch and the light at the end of the room is turn on. Sherlock, John and Molly couldn't believe what they see.
"Mycroft.." John whispered.
Sherlock now stern and alarmed. He takes another step to the glass window to make sure what his eyes is seeing.
It is Mycroft, his head is cover in blood, unseen where the exact wound is. He is placed sitting down with hands behind his back, and his head bowed. There's a trace of blood on his shirt, and his shoes are gone.
"Mycroft.." Sherlock said whisperedly "Mycroft!" he said again almost screams. "Is he alive? Is he alive?!" Sherlock now lost his composure.
"Relax. Chill. I already told you I'm a little bit unprepared. So please excuse me for not.. cleaning your brother properly before you see him." that subtle cruel voice slipped out again at the end of the sentence.
"What.. do you want with us?" Sherlock said with punctuation on every words.
"Question. Which of the Holmes brothers is more important to live? A. Is the egocentric, narcistic one who plays detective? or B. The controling, power hungry, who already runs the country? Which one of this two would yo choose to live?" the questionable Moriarty asked.
"Anybody? Dr. Watson? Any thought?" he asked again.
John who still trying to grasps the situation only stand there in confusion.
"No answer? Maybe we need some more encouragement.." the guy pull out a gun and walks toward Molly and point the gun to the soundly sleeping Rosie.
John almost instinctively attacks him, if the two gunmen who hold Molly arms don't point their gun to him.
"Your answer, Dr. Watson?" The acclaimed Moriarty asked again.
"Ah.. umm.., I guess I must go with my friend here, Sherlock." he said in trembled voice.
Sherlock looks at him in desperation. "John.."
"That is very noble, Dr. Watson. Let see if your friend.. make the same choice."
He then flips another switch and the door connecting them to the other side of the glass is open. "You all asked if he is still alive. Let's check it." he said in the same tone of a kindergarten teacher asks his student to have a picnic.
They come inside the glass room. Inside it there is another door to the next room, perfectly reminding John of the time they spent with Eurus.
"Come men, bring him to the other room." the guy gives order, while pointing his gun to everybody. They left Molly with Rosie, and carry Mycroft to the other room. There's an operation table in the other room, they lay Mycroft in there. The room also has a glass wall like the previous one. The only difference is, it's filled with medical equipment.
"Now. let us see." the guy continued and check for Mycroft pulse. "Alive .. but as you can see not quite well." he said like a TV presenter.
"Well now.. where I was again.. Oh right! Does Sherlock makes the same choice as you, Dr. Watson?"
He then gives Sherlock a gun. Now the situation increasingly mimics the one at Eurus's prison.
"I believe you familiar with this question, Mr. Holmes. Between your brother and Dr. Watson who will you killed to get the others out from here.. alive? Ah.. and remember if you decides to kill me or my men.." Moriarty looks at Rosie in a dramatic gesture.
Sherlock hesitantly looks at the guy.
"Oh right! To fasten your thinking process, let me gives you a boost."
He pulls Molly to his side and point his gun again to Rosie's head.
"Your answer, Mr. Holmes." he demanded.
Sherlock looks the gun on his hand. It's loaded. He can hears Mycroft moaning, he must be given some drugs too.
"Come now, Sherlock. As long as Rosie is free, I'll be alright." John said. "Bring your brother back and let Molly take care of Rosie." said John.
"It's her isn't it. It's Eurus extention of plan, through Moriarty. Mycroft imprisoned her, this is her way of getting back." Sherlock said sadly.
"I'm glad you finally acknowledge me as him, Mr. Holmes." the guy said. "But.." he tighten his grasp on Molly's arm, the tip of the gun now is on Rosie's forehead.
Sherlock now looks at the gun with blank eyes.
"If I say Vatican Cameo what would you do?" Sherlock said quietly.
And then Molly suddenly kicked Moriarty's chest, follows by John who charges at him in full speed. Molly succeeded grabs Rosie back to her arms unharmed. While Sherlock quickly shots the two guards before they can do anything. He then watches John and Moriarty wrestle on the ground.
"That is enough, fake Moriarty." Sherlock said while holding a gun to his head. The guy stops struggling and John quickly stands up.
"Darn it, where is his gun?" John asked while catching his breath.
Sherlock still pointing his gun to the guy. But Moriarty slowly chuckles and laughing uncontrol.
"What on bloody hell is so funny?" John asked.
"I told you they will fell for it." the guy laughs again.
Before Sherlock and John could under his words, the sound of a click from behind surprised them.
There standing with unexplain expression, Molly, while holding Rosie in one hand. In her other hand, she points out Moriarty's gun to both Sherlock and John. And then slowly she redirects the gun to Rosie's forehead.