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With grocery's in hand I walked into Charring Cross Tube station. It was almost empty except for a couple or two waiting for the next train. I tried not to look too obvious but I couldn't help but look around. I no idea what Fitz looked like but Ivan spoke so highly of him. I was hoping that he came to me first.

After a while, I gave up standing around and took a seat on a bench. I looked at the clock. It was 9 o'clock in the evening. Why was he not here? He wasn't coming. He stood me up. I frowned but I couldn't force myself to leave just yet.

A little more time passed as I watched random people get on and off the train. My ice cream was going to be a puddle if I didn't leave soon. I looked back at the time, it was close to 10. He wasn't going to come. I got up from my seat and waited for the next train to come when an older man came beside me. I gave him a small smile and then looked down the tunnel to see if I could see the train coming. 

"Mila," the older man said to me that made me tense up. That was the name I went by in Russia. "I know you have questions but I advise that you stop asking them. They know who you are and what you are doing. It is only a matter of time until they find you. Tonight I am leaving to go into hiding and I suggest you do the same."

I shook my head as I kept it facing the tracks. I was not going to run from this now. I was already too deep into it. "I want to know who this group is."

"You don't know what you are getting into." 

I turned to look at the older man with red thinning hair beside me. "I already know what I have gotten into. The only way to keep myself safe is to stop them." I knew that I was over my head but I couldn't stop now.

He frowned at me. "You can't stop them."

"Well, let me at least try."

He then sighed and continued to tell me his information. "It was founded about three years ago. It has taken them this long to gain power. It is run by a man, I don't know his name but I know he's English. I have heard him speak on the phone, he does not speak Russian well, with a thick English accent."

"Does he live in London?" I asked as I looked down the tunnel, I think I could hear the train coming.

"No he lives in Russia."

"How many people work for him?"

"A small group but I just caught word that he is cleaning out closet and killing almost everyone. I think he has started to figure out people are looking into him. Something has got him scared and he's changing plans. I think he's planning something here in London. I heard talk about him coming here in a month but it might be sooner then that. He's bringing the fight to London so be ready." And with that the train came and he disappeared into the crowd getting off it.  

There was so much I wanted to ask him. I tried to search for him but it was no use, I knew he was gone. He was gone in the wind and I knew that I would not find him again. I felt satisfied with the information that he had given but I wanted more. One thing was for sure, I needed to tell Mycroft that he was coming.

I hopped on the train before the door shut and continued on my way home.

By time I made it to the flat, I beyond tired. I struggled to walk up the stairs and once I was there I shouted out to my partner. "Sherlock!" I called out into the dark flat.

"What?" he asked as he walked out of his bedroom. He turned on some lights to reveal himself in a pair of dark PJ's. I think I woke him up by the way his hair was flattened on only one side of his head.

I handed him a bag of yogurt that I got at the supermarket. "For you."

He took it and looked into the bag. "I don't like yogurt."

I rolled my eyes. It was good to know the drug had worn off. "I know you don't."  

"Then why did you get it?" he asked as he put it in the fridge that had pretty much nothing in it except a bowl full of bodily fluids.

I frowned as I watched him, I wasn't sure if it safe to put the food in with that stuff. "Because you asked for it."

"No I did not, since when?"

"You asked for it this afternoon."

He made a face of remembrance. "Don't remember."

"What were you on today?" I asked as I plopped down on the couch.

He closed his mouth and started to walk back into his room. He wasn't going to tell me.

"Listen, I don't care if it was for a case or for pleasure but next time, do it when I'm not here. I don't want to be around with you on that. I can barely stand you when you're not on something."

I heard him chuckle. "It was for a case."

 "What is the case about?"

Instead of answering my question he said, "I have to go down to Brighton for a few days starting tomorrow for it. I think I will finish it up down there."

"That sounds lovely," I said sarcastically. We were back to not talking about important things. It frustrated me. I missed our old relationship.

"Do you want to come?"  

But maybe he was trying to get the relationship back to normal. I looked at him from the book I picked up and decided to flip through and said, "I would say yes but I have too much to do here. By the way I need to speak to your brother, can you text him?"

He reached into his pocket and tossed me his phone, "you can text him."

I caught the phone and frowned. If I wanted to text him, I would have used my own phone. "Thanks." One thing I hated was to talk to his brother. I was hopping he would text him for me. I quickly typed a messaged that said, the group is run by an English man, he's coming back to England soon with something big planned.

I then tossed the phone back to him. I got up from the chair I was sitting at and got a spoon so I could finally eat my half-melted ice cream in peace.

"He texted back, he said he'll look into it."

"That's all the reaction I ever get from him." I took a mouth full of ice cream as I sat down on the couch again.

He looked into the fridge. "What did you find out so far?" he asked as he opened up a cup of yogurt and smelt it. he made a face and put it back in the fridge.

"I'm telling you, you really wanted that earlier today."

He walked over and sat down in his chair and looked at me as if something interesting was going to happen. I took another spoon full of ice cream and savored the flavor of cookies and cream.

After a minute, he still hadn't moved. He wanted to know more and he wasn't going to leave until he found out. A part of me didn't want him to know what I had to deal with but a part of me wanted to tell him. I tried so hard to keep some of those memories buried in my mind but I felt like I needed to dig some out before I exploded. Sherlock had helped me so much in the past, and I needed him on my side again.

"Fine, I'll tell you what I know," I sighed and dove into a lengthy conversation about what I found out while I was in Russia, at least the information that I wanted to share. I left out the things that still haunted me in my sleep. I also talked about what I had been doing the past couple days and where had it left me.

"So what is your plan tomorrow?" 

I slouched forward slightly. I hadn't thought that far ahead. "I don't know."

He was silent for a minute and then said, "I would recommend that you try to look into powerful men that left England within a few years ago. I would look under the deceased records as well. It would make sense if they 'killed' themselves to go dark. Maybe the library would have better information on all of this." With that he got up from his chair and started to walk back into his bedroom but I stopped him.

As much as I hated to say it sometimes, I needed Sherlock for than he knew. "How long are you going to be gone?" I wanted him to be on my case when he came back.

"I'll be back in five days." And with that he walked into the bedroom.

"Night!" I called out to him and then took another bite of ice cream.