Celeste "Mummy" Holmes

I'm just an average English widow... I assure you. ((Roleplay Blog, I claim no ownership of the Homles universe.))

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He wanted to sleep. Deep. His eyes closed now and then while both he and Seb waited for Mycroft. This would be a dangerous kind of sleep. Caused by that damn concussion… The fever had increased and he clenched his teeth so no one would see him shiverering. He looked at Seb, would he be alright if…

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You're here for my entertainment: Captured || Jim/Mycroft/Sebastian/Celeste (In that order)

Mycroft spent two whole days coming up with ways to torture Moran and Moriarty. Anthea naturally made him cross out anything that involved electric shocks, knives and guns. He left the next morning, happy that he had thought of whips, separating them and chaining them to chairs and walls. Starving them was also an option that he liked. He arrived at the location he refused to name, even in his mind (you never can be sure that your thoughts aren’t being heard) and went to retrieve the two criminals, or as he prefered to call them, the consulting criminal and his pet sniper. 

Sebastian glanced at Jim; he was in a bad way, no doubt about that. If they hurt him, he's only going to get worse. He tensed, testing the cuffs, but they held. Inwardly he was snarling in frustration, but he forced himself to relax. Someone would be watching, and he was damned if he was going to give them the satisfaction of seeing him squirm. He took a deep breath and glanced around the room. Glaring white light illuminated a single door, and a mirror running along the length of the wall facing them. Constant surveillance and only one point of exit meant that escape would be tricky. He'd been caught before, had made away - if only just barely. He'd find a way out of this. But this time he'd have Jim with him, and that complicated matters. Mind turning over various plans, he waited. 

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Celeste waited a day before calling Mycroft. She wanted the time to think on the wedding preperations, possible questions that may lead to the dismantling of Moriarty's web, and what best to task to each of her sons. She hated that she couldn't be out doing it herself. An old lady, save for in some circumstances,was far more conspicuous than a couple of young men.

She dialed the number and waited for her son to pick up.

[middleage-brotherdear]

The blog of Dr John H. Watson: A "Nice" Family Breakfast: Celeste, Sherlock, John, Anthea, Mycroft

mycrofts-cupcake:

“Er, well, Mrs Holmes,” Anthea began. “Mycroft seems to like me in so many colours, light pink, of course because it’s so nice with white, nothing dark, because it’s too depressing. Mycroft prefers neckties to bowties, so necktie. Oh, and for my dress, I was thinking something slightly modern, yet traditional, not too much lace, no arms showing though.”

"Yes, also, Anthea, light blue because it compliments your eyes so much," he said, leaning to kiss her lightly. "I was thinking about asking John to be one of my groomsmen and asking Sherlock to be my best man, which may take some persuading, but I want them there. Anthea's having a bit of trouble thinking of bridesmaids and her maid of honour, also someone to give her away since both our father's are dead and she was an only child."

[celesteholmes-blog]

Celeste thought a moment then smiled, the details falling into place in her head. "All right, the colors will be pink, blue, and white, the dress will indeed be an elegant one, white with a hint of lace but not much... small scale on little details like the cuffs and the neckline. We'll have the ceremony in the conservatory where we will get the light, I should think roses int he appropriate colors will have a suitable understated elegance, or else a small number of properly colored orchids. As for bridesmaids, I'm sure you'll find some among your friends dear, and you're so thoroughly modern I think you can do without being given away, unless it's too terribly important to you.

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Celeste sighed, she knew they were right, but would have much rather sent anyone but one of her sons into all this. She nodded finally. “You are both, unfortunately, correct. Sherlock, you handle the “legwork” Mycroft, make sure he has all…

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Anthea turned her head to watch Sherlock and John as they left. She bit her lip to prevent herself from saying how rude it was that they had done that. Instead, she stood up and sat back down on Mycroft’s knee, kissing his lips softly. “I love you, Mycroft,” she whispered against his lips. “Mrs Holmes, thank you for this lovely tea time. We won’t leave quite yet. If that’s ok.”

[middleage-brotherdear]

Mycroft smiled against his fiancée’s lips. “Perhaps we could begin planning the wedding now. Lots of preparations,” he said smiling, while Anthea pulled back. “Now, we want it soon, because of her pregnancy. I would love if all the decorations complimented her, like the dress. I want                           everything to match her perfectly, including me. Everyone’s I want our wedding day to be very spectacular and one of the best days, or even the best day, of our lives. Any suggestions on how we’d go about that, mother?”

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Celeste gave Anthea a careful looking over. He wanted everything to suit her, so she was the natural starting point. "I'm assuming a white dress, I'll have to know if you're wanting something old fashioned or a bit more modern, and what other colors you might have in mind, dear." Wedding planning, compared to everything else she did, was a walk in the park.

[celesteholmes-blog]

Celeste watched all the interactions and finally clinked her spoon against her cup. “All right. time to focus, children. We have a few things to discuss. Firstly, Sherlock, Mycroft, dont you dare ever pull anything...

[middleage-brotherdear]

Anthea Holmes: A "Nice" Family Breakfast: Celeste, Sherlock, John, Anthea, Mycroft

"Mummy, Anthea is right. I can't have her in dangerous situations. And I wouldn't enjoy doing any sort of "legwork", I never have," he ran his hand down Anthea's side, grasping her hand and holding it in his, smiling down at her.  "John, Sherlock, I must say, you two are quite the match. Sherlock has never, er stuttered in his thoughts. Yes, Sherlock I knew. I saw it in your eyes. Not too dificult to deduce," Mycroft smiled brightly. 

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Celeste sighed, she knew they were right, but would have much rather sent anyone but one of her sons into all this. She nodded finally. "You are both, unfortunately, correct. Sherlock, you handle the "legwork" Mycroft, make sure he has all the information he needs. I'll also try to do what I can. We'll take this mess apart one thread at a time if we have to." She drank the rest of her tea. "If you want to rip eachother apart now... be my guests, business is over." She knew she couldn't keep them form ti forever and really they and she were too old for her to stop them.

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A "Nice" Family Breakfast: Celeste, Sherlock, John, Anthea, Mycroft

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“Mrs. Holmes, I’m sorry about encouraging Mycroft,” Anthea said softly, putting her head on his shoulder. “I suppose that we’d all be murdered by madmen if Sherlock left his duties, but I could take over for Mycroft. I wouldn’t let the nation fall. That would let him down.” She smiled at Sherlock and John. “John, you haven’t changed much. Have I told you that. Well, you seem happier, but that’s really it.” She moved her head slightly to kiss Mycroft’s neck a few times.

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“Anthea, love, can you please stop that. It’s er, distracting me. Mummy, I apologize for conatantly talking about how wonderful Anthea is,” he said, putting his arm around her. He took a sip of his tea before gazing down at Anthea for a moment. He pulled her a bit closer, so he could rest his hand on her close to invisible bump that was forming. He set his tea cup back on the saucer and glared back at Sherlock.

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Celeste watched all the interactions and finally clinked her spoon against her cup. "All right. time to focus, children. We have a few things to discuss. Firstly, Sherlock, Mycroft, dont you dare ever pull anything like that jumping stunt without telling me ever again. Second, Mycroft, I need you to find out if Moriarty's web of crime is still intact. If it is, we need it gone. It is a danger to this family and the public at large. Third, Anthea and Mycroft, I understand things have been busy, but we really must begin preparations for the wedding and the baby shower."

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la-femme-avec-la-fouette started following you

Do I even wish to know why you are following me, Miss Adler?

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A "Nice" Family Breakfast: Celeste, Sherlock, John, Anthea, Mycroft

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John gave Sherlock a not so subtle, not-quite gentle elbow to the side. Honestly, John was upset with Mycroft too, but did Sherlock have to bring out the barbs first thing in the morning? It had been enough that John had to deal with Celeste and Mycroft and Anthea all being so acid polite. He took a sip of his tea and leveled a look of rather dubious nature at his personal consulting pain-in-the-arse.

“Good morning Sherlock, sleep well?”

Anthea smirked at Sherlock’s apparent anger at her being there. “Something wrong Sherlock, not answering John, that’s unusual from what I’ve heard,” she said. She glanced at Mycroft who had just placed a hand on her knee and she smiled at it. It felt nice to be in contact with him again. It hurt for their hands to be away from one another. She started storking his arm as she sipped her tea.

[middleage-brotherdear]

“Sherlock, it’s rude to not answer people as well as slouch like that,” Mycroft said, trying not to purr at Anthea’s hand on his arm. “Anthea, I do believe it’s you that’s upset it, that’s rude too Sherlock. Anthea has never done anything to hurt you, has she? She’s a lady, innocent, charming and beautiful. Do try to treat her like one.”

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Celeste rolled her eyes. “Sherlock, don’t insult your brother at the table, and if you must do it at all, think of something cleverer than his diet. Mycroft, stop being smug, she’s lovely, we know, the country knows, God and all the angels know.  We have important matters to discuss and I would like to get them out of the way before you all snidely rip each other to figurative shreds.” She fixed both of her sons with what could only be described as a basilisk stare.

Satisfied she had quelled them momentarily, she turned to the two who were definitely (in Antheas case) and in all calculable likelihood (in Johns case) going to be her daughter and son in law. “Anthea dear, please don’t encourage Mycroft in baiting his brother. If they get to seriously feuding again, the country may fall and the lot of us be murdered by madmen as they both neglect their duties. John, do have a bit of patience for Sherlock, he’s always been cranky in the mornings.” Honestly, the lot of them were like a bunch of children.

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ooc- Wouldn’t it be hilarious if Jim’s mother would just randomly show up?

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((Suddenly in my head Jims mom and Mrs Holmes are bridge buddies :P ))

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A "Nice" Family Breakfast | Celeste, Sherlock, John, Anthea, Mycroft (in that order)

Celeste checked on the boys a couple times during the next day, but it seemed they were determined to sleep through to the next morning. She herself even got a little rest. Mycroft and Anthea would be there in the morning for breakfast.

She went down that morning feeling rather chipper. She awaited the arrival of her older son and his fiance, and when they arrived, they went into the winter garden, a sort of solarium with plants and the like all round, and sat down to wait for the other two. John was down next, taking his seat quietly and drinking tea like he was not fully awake yet. One more to go...

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ooc- I could start the Jim/Mycroft/Sebastian/Celeste thread as well ;) If so, would this order be alright?

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((sounds good!))

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Mayhem: Celeste, John, Sherlock

[celesteholmes-blog]

The Operatives moved in, handcuffing both Moriarty and Moran. They stuffed the pair into separate black armored cars and set off to deliver them to the waiting hands of Mycroft holmes.

***

Celeste grabbed for her phone when it rang. A slow smile spread across her face, only to be replaced with a thoughtful frown a moment later. They had been caught. Easily. A little too easily. What came were they up to now? No matter, she would let Mycroft handle it. She sent a text to Mycroft. “M&M are on their way to you. Do try to take better care of them this time, dear.” - CH

After that she went to the foyer to wait for Sherlock and John to get home. She had a few choice words for the pair of them.

***

It was dawn when the car pulled up. John was before her first, an annoying little smile on his face.

“Morning, Celeste, sleep well?”

She frowned. “You know very well that I slept about as much as you did. Honestly john, think before you act! What if you had gotten killed? What would have happened to him then?” Having said her piece to the doctor for the moment, she shifted her attention to her son.

“And as for you. Once you’ve gotten a bit of rest we are going to have a very long talk. I highly resent that I had to find out you were alive by noticing the corpse in your coffin wasn’t you. Also, sloppy work there, I should not have been able to tell.”

She was in a sour mood and glared at the pair of them. “Well? what do you have to say for yourselves?”

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Sherlock rolled his eyes groaning. “Wasn’t going to worry you Mother. Hello by the way. You look well.” He gave a small smile, stepping forward to her, leaving an awkward kiss on her cheek. This had become a customary requirement from him. He wasn’t much for affection, and really, family were just who you were born to. But as she was his mother, and behaved in…normal motherly ways, it had become a routine action. But damn if anyone ever thought Mycroft would get attention.

He walked back to John, grabbing and holding his hand as they walked inside, past his Mother. He was bloody tired and he needed his cushion.

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Celeste really wished he wouldn’t do that little kiss thing. It wasn’t genuine from him and it just made them both uncomfortable. He wasn’t, would never be, like other people, and neither would she. She sighed and watched her son drag his better half off and up to get some rest. A sense of ease started to creep in at the edges of her consciousness. For now, her boys were safe. Hang the crown, hang the world. So long as her children were safe and sound, she was most pleased. She considered right then asking Mycroft to insure Moran and Moriarty had unfortunate accidents. But no, the information one of them may give could be useful to him, so she would not ask he pass up the opportunity, as dangerous as it was.

She went to go get a cup of tea and start in on the day’s business. She had her own work to do, and lack of a night’s sleep was no excuse to stop. Bert would be home soon anyway, once the two prisoners were firmly in Mycroft’s hands.

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ooc

Shall we split the Mayhem thread now?

To John Sherlock Celeste in one

And Jim Sebastian Mycroft Celeste in another? [I’m unsure how you’re escaping/imprisonment or whatever is going so up to you]

[middleage-brotherdear]

ooc: i’m starting it soon. It should be up in the next few hours.

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ooc- Does Mycroft want in on the family + John thread too actually? We haven’t rp’d much yet :/

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ooc- Sure. And when Mel (Anthea) gets back home, could she join in too?

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ooc- Yes of course! -starts plotting Sherlocks reaction to her-

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OOC: Brilliant. I highly approve :D

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Mayhem: John, Celeste, Sherlock, Jim, Seb

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John was relieved, though a bit worried, when Sherlock seemed to go along with him, not even trying to send off a parting shot. “Thank goodness for small miracles.”

Then Sherlock had his hand and they were…

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You’re here for my entertainment: Mayhem: John, Celeste, Sherlock, Jim, Seb

Every instinct he had was screaming at him to bail, grab Moriarty and run, but Sebastian ignored them. Jim was in no shape to attempt another getaway, and resisting now would muck up his boss’ plans, and Jim hated it whenever his schemes went awry. 

Jim half-stumbled, and Sebastian reached out without thinking to steady him. His boss was definitely looking the worse for wear. But then Jim squeezed his hand and pulled away, and Sebastian sighed, “Okay, boss. I’m with you. We’ll do this.” 

He stepped away, keeping a discreet distance between them. He’d understood what Jim was trying to tell him - they could show no weakness. None at all. 

He followed Jim out, hands held loosely at his sides, careful not to make any sudden movements. Ten operatives surrounded them, guns drawn. Despite the tense situation, Sebastian couldn’t help but sneer. Ten agents to corner just two fugitives… well. The Holmeses must have been desperate.

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John found a first aid kit in the back of the car, splinted and wrapped Sherlock’s wrist, and then spent the rest of the ride to the manor silent and trying not to shift his shoulder under Sherlock’s head so as not to wake him. Sherlock’s sleep was something he had instinctively come to think of as sacred, as rare as it was. But now, more than ever, he needed it. They arrived just as the sun was rising over the trees that lined the lawns that ringed Sherlock’s ancestral home. He gently shook Sherlock’s shoulder to wake him. “We’re here.” He said, near apologetically. The door was opened by the driver and he could see Celeste waiting like a hovering storm cloud in the doorway.

He reached her first and flashed her a lopsided roguish smirk. “Morning, Celeste, sleep well?”

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The Operatives moved in, handcuffing both Moriarty and Moran. They stuffed the pair into separate black armored cars and set off to deliver them to the waiting hands of Mycroft holmes.

***

Celeste grabbed for her phone when it rang. A slow smile spread across her face, only to be replaced with a thoughtful frown a moment later. They had been caught. Easily. A little too easily. What came were they up to now? No matter, she would let Mycroft handle it. She sent a text to Mycroft. "M&M are on their way to you. Do try to take better care of them this time, dear." - CH

After that she went to the foyer to wait for Sherlock and John to get home. She had a few choice words for the pair of them.

***

It was dawn when the car pulled up. John was before her first, an annoying little smile on his face.

“Morning, Celeste, sleep well?”

She frowned. "You know very well that I slept about as much as you did. Honestly john, think before you act! What if you had gotten killed? What would have happened to him then?" Having said her piece to the doctor for the moment, she shifted her attention to her son.

"And as for you. Once you've gotten a bit of rest we are going to have a very long talk. I highly resent that I had to find out you were alive by noticing the corpse in your coffin wasn't you. Also, sloppy work there, I should not have been able to tell."

She was in a sour mood and glared at the pair of them. "Well? what do you have to say for yourselves?"

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Mayhem: John, Celeste, Sherlock, Jim, Seb

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The operatives stole up to the house in silence. They had noted the position of their fallen compatriots, and the kicked in door. At the moment they could see the Dr, slowly walking backwards out of said door, and “the duckling” in front of him, refusing to move from between…

[iou-andyouknowit-blog]

He had been followed. Of course John had been followed. Well, this was just magnificent, was it. Jim stood up behind Sebastian and closed his eyes for a moment. When was the last time he’d taken a morphine shot? He groaned, now it was too late to take one. He felt feverish and leaned with his back against Sebastian’s. What to do? Getting captured wasn’t really in his plans. It never even was in his plans to take Sherlock with him. But Mycroft really had to put up all those camera’s in Bakerstreet. The game played here was a nasty one. After Mycroft’s text about the turned off camera’s the least they could do was give him time, time to think it over. Moriarty smirked, well, the obviously hated a good dance… He opened his eyes and turned to the door. If they both would be caught, it would be quite the challenge to break free. On the other hand, if Mrs. Holmes was as much involved as he and Seb thought, she’d probably would show her face… Jim smiled, all they would have, was Sherlock’s story. But Moriarty had hinted he would drop him back home as soon as he would tell how he had faked his death. When that plan changed, he’d done nothing to Sherlock really. Except giving him food. Oh. Yeah. And Seb had broken his wrist/ But that was just a minor injury, and Sherlock knew that. Compared to what Moriarty could do to people this was nothing. Will Sherlock lie? If he does, he’ll show how much he’s like me. If he told the truth, they didn’t have much to keep them captured. Since his fake death he had kept a low profile. Next problem. Sebastian had shot three people. Moriarty’s lips curled up to a grin. Self-defense. Wasn’t it a rule to negotiate with kidnappers first before jumping to action? There hadn’t been any negotiation at all. Good, even the government had stopped obeying their own rules. He could work with that. Back to the capturing. Will Seb be able to show them absolutely nothing when they start threatening to harm me is he doesn’t talk? They shouldn’t show any emotions. Even the smallest reaction would give them what they needed. Jim sighed, he had to trust Sebastian on this. They could do this…

With soft persuasion he pushed Sebastian’s hands down, his eyes sent a clear message to the sniper. A message of trust, a message that said: “Let them try to break us. Let’s show them what we’re made of. But for gods sake, don’t you dare to disappoint me!”

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The Science of Deduction: Mayhem: John,Celeste, Sherlock, Moriarty, Moran

This was too easy. Something was wrong. But… what? Sebastian looked outside, sensing movement at the corner of his eyes. There were more of them, and better-armed than that lot he’d just picked off. Shit. 

He tensed, ready to - what, Sebastian didn’t really know. They were outnumbered  and out-gunned. Fighting was no use, but maybe if he held them long enough Jim would be able to get away. The government had no use for him, but they couldn’t get Jim. They’d already gotten at him once, and Sebastian would kill them all before they tortured Moriarty again. 

“Boss - ” Sebastian started, but was cut off when Jim made him lower the gun. He can’t be serious. We can’t just give in like that!

He wanted to protest. They weren’t completely lost. The reinforcements couldn’t all pile through the door at the same time, and he could probably distract them long enough….

Jim was staring at him, the look in his eyes made Sebastian pause; it was reassuring and threatening all at once. Sebastian sighed, and complied, tossing the gun to the side. Getting caught had never been particularly high on his to do list, but if Moriarty had a plan, he’d go along with it. Surrender it was then. For now. And when the tide turned - John Watson and Sherlock Holmes would be in his sights, and he wouldn’t stop himself from pulling the trigger this time. 

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John was relieved, though a bit worried, when Sherlock seemed to go along with him, not even trying to send off a parting shot. “Thank goodness for small miracles.”

Then Sherlock had his hand and they were running pell-mell down the streets like they had in the old days, and it was glorious and harried and mad. Then Sherlock hailed a cab and pushed him in, and he was calling for them to go home… and he gave John that look… and it was all the tired blonde doctor could do not to bust himself apart laughing with relief and adrenaline.

He grabbed hold of Sherlock’s shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. It was hard, possessive, almost angry. After, he leaned his forehead against Sherlock’s, looking into those icy eyes. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again you mad bastard…” Then he kissed him again, nipping gently at his lower lip. “You can’t even go to bed without trouble following… You do know I can’t let you go to bed alone again, don’t you? Safety in numbers…” He grinned up at him and then remembered Sherlock’s wrist.

He took that hand gently in his own and carefully examined it. “That’s going to be a while healing… Maybe we should have gone to the emergency room first…”

He looked up to tell the cabbie to redirect to St Barts, and realized that they were driving out of the city, in the opposite direction from home.

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The operatives watched as Sherlock fled with the doctor. Secure in the knowledge that they had cars circling to pick up the two in this eventuality, they turned thier attention to the house. They saw the guns drop and a female operative called out. "Come out with your hands up and you will not be harmed!" Of course they all knew that once they handed these two over to Mycroft... that would no longer hold.

Meanwhile, Raul had picked up Sherlock and John in an armored car disguised as a regular London cab. Had Sherlock not been in such a hurry, he would have noticed right off really.

Back at Eastwell, Celeste received news that her son and John were safe and on their way. She sank into her chair with a sigh of pure relief.

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Great. Mummy, you like her right? I mean is is your future daughter-in-law. MH

Mycroft, I do not know the girl. But at first glance she seems to be a good match, and I trust your judgement, dear. - CH

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Yeah. She's really good. *blushes* MH

I am glad dear.-CH

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Mayhem: John,Celeste, Sherlock, Moriarty, Moran

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Sebastian’s fingers closed numbly around the gun Moriarty had pressed into his hand. He could still feel the brush of Jim’s fingers down his cheek, barely-there and very unlike his boss. It felt like regret and goodbye, and - Why wasn’t Moriarty meeting his eyes? He had to have a back-up plan. Jim never did anything by halves, ever.

And then he understood. Mano a mano. This was the end-game, here to be finished as it hadn’t been on the rooftop of St. Barts’, only now it was a hell lot more complicated. Hence the two guns, one for the doctor and the other, the consulting detective. I can’t do that, boss. There’s no fucking way you expect me to walk away from you like that, and I’m sure as hell not going to.

Moriarty was going to kill him after this, if they both survived. Probably. He didn’t care.

Sebastian stepped in front of Jim, mirroring Sherlock. He brought both guns up to bear. “Take that shot, and it’ll be the last thing you do. Walk away now and both of you stay alive.” He tried to sound composed, but his heart was pounding in his chest. The only way they were getting to Moriarty was over his dead body.

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John was shocked when nearly as soon as he burst through the door, Sherlock was in front of him, holding him back. The sight of him alive, seemingly unharmed, made him feel a little weak in the knees with relief for a moment, but then he saw Moriarty, and Moran, and he noticed how one of Sherlock’s hands on him was weaker than the other, as if there were something wrong with the wrist. John was seeing red.

He listened, thin lipped and grim to what Moran said. He wanted so badly to blow these wankers away… but… Sherlock. He didn’t give a damn what happened to him, but they would shoot Sherlock. As much as he wanted revenge, not only for this, but for the months if thinking Sherlock was dead, He could not let that happen. He put a hand on the tall detective’s shoulder and started to step backwards, taking him with.

“Ok, we’re going.”

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The operatives stole up to the house in silence. They had noted the position of their fallen compatriots, and the kicked in door. At the moment they could see the Dr, slowly walking backwards out of said door, and "the duckling" in front of him, refusing to move from between the Dr and whoever was in the room beyond. Danger then. They moved to try and get a shot inside, but the two they had come to save were in the way. They hunkered down to wait.