Mycroft frowned as he read the papers. Internally he was happy that the plan had worked. His phone rang.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Honey, your brother just called. He...wants to give us something. We are outside." Andrea said urgently.

"I'll be right there." Mycroft replied. 

Mycroft folded the paper and stood buttoning his suit jacket and grabbing his umbrella. He took his jacket and walked purposefully out of the Club. He scanned the road looking for the familiar car when he suddenly got a text from an unknown number. He opened the text as Andrea and the car pulled up.

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"Hey sweetheart." Andrea said after rolling up the divider so the driver couldn't see or hear them.

"Hello Darling." Mycroft said giving her a quick peck on the lips. He turned back distractedly to his phone.

"What is it?" Andrea asked noting Mycroft's annoyed face. 

"The image won't load." Myc said frustratedly. 

"Hmm..." Andrea hummed. 

"Oh well...How is he?" Myc said turning to give Andrea his full attention. Andrea moved to sit by him.  

"He is worried abut his friends. But he knows he needs to stay 'dead' for a while." She replied. 

"You called Mummy and Dad?" Myc asked. 

"Yes and of course your mother is less than pleased, but they both see why it needs to happen..." Andrea looked uncomfortable.

"What's wrong Andrea?" Mycroft said with compassion. 

"Your Mother is worried...I'm worried about Keyland..." She admitted quietly. 

Mycroft hummed thoughtfully.

"I got a text from somebody named Juniper. She is a friend of Keyland's and hasn't seen her in a while. She has some information that Liem is working with Moriarty and believes that Keyland is with him." Andrea continued. 

"But that's impossible...Moriarty is dead. We have Sherlock as a witness to that." Myc said dismissively. 

"He didn't take Jim's Pulse, and They never did find the body..." Andrea said uncertainly. 

"Yes darling but his associates probably took it... Think no more of the matter. Let's just focus on getting Sherlock out of London safely." Mycroft said rationally. 

"You are right... as always." Andrea smiled. Mycroft smirked back at her. 

At this time they had pulled up to the front of Mycroft's Manor. Mycroft pulled gently away from Andrea and she moved to sit on the other side. The driver came round and opened the door. Andrea got out tapping away on her phone, and walked expertly up the stairs without turning away from her phone. Mycroft followed her after telling the driver to take the rest of the day off.  

They both entered into the estate.

Low and Behold there sat Sherlock Holmes very much not dead.

He sat on the couch, his hair damp from a recent shower. As he had had to get the fake blood out of his thick curls.

"Ah there you are at last, does a man have to die to get some service around here?" Sherlock smirked as Andrea closed the door. 

"You know as well as we do that this is not a time to joke around..." Mycroft said impatiently. 

"Why not?! I get to see my... Keyland soon!" Sherlock grinned.

"We have some bad news..." Andrea said sadly.

"What's that?" Sherlock replied, his face falling. 

"We... don't know where Keyland is...Last we heard she was with Moriarty's people and we just can't seem to find her..." Andrea said looking down at the ground. 

"But we will find her. Pay no mind Brother mine. Now excuse me I need to get a better signal." Mycroft sighed heavily and walked up the stairs to his office.

"Andrea?" Sherlock whispered.

"Yes Sherlock?" Andrea replied quietly. 

"Well..." Sherlock said suddenly bashful. "When you do find her...Keyland I mean... Can you give her these?" He said handing her a small bag. 

Andrea took the bag. In it was Sherlock's favorite scarf, A sealed Note and...

"The ring box?" Andrea exclaimed. 

"I just don't want her to forget me..." Sherlock blushed. 

"Sherlock. Look, I know you both parted on really bad terms... But I truly believed that she loved you... I think she still does." Andrea admitted. 

"Oh, damn!" Mycroft bellowed from his office. 

Sherlock and Andrea both look up the stairs to Mycroft in surprise. He never usually swore. He came out of the office with a look of utter shock and horror on his face.

"What is it?" Andrea asked.

"This..." Mycroft said walking down the stairs and handing Andrea his phone...

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[Dear Me Mr Holmes. I didn't think he would actually do it.

 Ah well, more's the pity. 

Don't worry about Keyland. My Angel is safe with me...] 

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"This can't be..." Sherlock stuttered. 

"Moriarty is alive!" Andrea Exclaimed.