You and the boys walk along a narrow grey walled corridor and turns into a room which is much smaller than the cell. The grey walls, you and Sherlock noticed, were messily daubed with red paint. "Someone's been redecorating." Sherlock said. "Is that allowed?" John asked. "She's literally taken over the asylum. We have more to worry about than her choice of color scheme." You said as you look around the room.

At the far end is a large window, made of three panes of glass, looking out over the sea. A small glass table is a few feet from the window and there is an envelope on it. Mycroft runs his fingers over the paint on the wall and said. "Barely dry. Recent."
"It's for our benefit." said Sherlock as the door behind the four of you shuts and a large screen activates and Eurus appears.

"As a motivator to your continued co-operation, I'm now reconnecting you." She said and she lifts up the remote and clicks it. Moriarty's face appears again and says, in a phoney American accent. "Fasten your seatbelts! It's gonna be a bumpy night." There's a brief screech of static and then the little girl's voice speaks.

"Are-are you there?" She asked.

"Yes, hello? Hello, we're still here. Can you hear us?" Sherlock asked her.

"Yes." She replied.

"Everything's gonna be alright. I just need you to tell me where you are. Outside, is it day or night?" He asked.

"Night." The girl replied.

"That certainly narrows it down to half the planet." Mycroft said, tetchily, folding his arms. Sherlock glares at him as he asked. "What kind of a plane are you on?"

"Um, I don't know." She replied.

"Is it big or small?" John asked her.

"Big." She replied.

"Lots of people on it?" You asked her.

"Lots and lots, but they're all asleep. I can't wake them up." She said.

"Where did you take off from?" Sherlock asked.

"Even the drivers asleep." She continued, ignoring his question.

"No, I understand; but where did you come from? Where did the plane take off?" He asked her.

"My nan's." She replied.

"And where are you going?" You asked her.

"Home." She replied.

"No, she means what airport are you.." Sherlock started to ask but there was a click and Eurus appears on the screen. "Enough for now. Time to play a new game." She said in a sing-song voice as Sherlock turns away in frustration. "Look on the table in front of you." Eurus said, sitting back in her chair. Sherlock and John were standing either side of three glass table while Mycroft stands a few feet away, arms still folded, you were standing next to Sherlock.

"Open the envelope! If you want to speak to the girl again, earn yourself some phone time!" Eurus said, sternly. Putting the pistol on the table, Sherlock grabs the envelope as Mycroft shouts. "This is inhuman; this is insane!"

"Mycroft, we know." John said to him, firmly, as Sherlock takes out the contents from the envelope.

"Six months ago, a man called Evans was murdered; unsolved except by me. He was shot from a distance of three hundred meters with a rifle." She said as Sherlock lays three glossy pictures side by side on the table then a light appeared over his head and he looks up to see a hunting rifle resting in a rack which was attached to the side of the beam. Sherlock stretches up and takes the gun down as Eurus continues.

"Now, if the police had any brains they'd realize there are three suspects, all brothers. Nathan Garrideb, Alex Garrideb, and Howard Garrideb." Sherlock looks down at the photos. Each one is of a different man.

The first, wearing grey pants, a blue shirt, a brown corduroy jacket and glasses, is in an outdoor car park and the word Nathan has been written on it.

The second man, wearing a dark blue suit, is standing talking on his phone with it labeled Alex.

The third man, wearing a white T-shirt and black jumper with a dark jacket and trousers, is walking near rocky cliffs and his picture is labeled Howard.

"All these photos are up-to-date, but which one pulled the trigger, Sherlock? Which one?" Eurus asked.

"What's this? W-we're supposed to solve this based on what?" John asked, looking towards the screen.

"This. This is all we get." You said as you point at the photos.

"Please, make use of your friends, Sherlock. I want to see you interact with people that you're close to. Also, you may have to choose which two to keep." Eurus said as John frowns and glances at you then at Mycroft. Sherlock turns and holds the rifle out in both hands, looking at his brother.

"What do you make of it?" Sherlock asked him.

"Am I being asked to prove my usefulness?" Mycroft asked.

"Yes, I should think you are." Sherlock replied.

"I will not be manipulated like this." Mycroft stated.

"Fine. John? (Y/N)?" Sherlock asked as he turns to face you two. You take it and look it over, you know it's not a modern rifle and much of it was am definitely of dark wood and it had a telescopic sight attached to the top. John looks over your shoulder at it and said. "Yeah, I think I've seen one of these. It's a buffalo gun." You raise the rifle and aim it towards the floor at the other end of the room, looking through the telescopic sight. "Nineteen forties, old fashioned sight, no crosshairs." You said as Sherlock takes the rifle back and looks down at the photos.

"Glasses, glasses. Nathan wears glasses. Evans was shot from three hundred meters. Kickback from a gun with this caliber would be massive." Sherlock said and he bends down and puts his finger onto the photo of Nathan, tapping it twice. "No cuts, no scarring. Not Nathan, then. Who's next?" Sherlock said as he turns the photo over a decade moves his fingers across to the next pictures.

"Well done, Doctor Watson and Sergeant (y/n). How useful you two are." Mycroft said, sarcastically.

You and John throw him a look as Mycroft said. "Do you have a suspicion we're being made to compete?" John steps towards him and said. "No, we're not competing. There's a plane in the air that's gonna crash, so what we're doing is actually trying to save a little girl. Today we have to be soldiers, Mycroft, soldiers and that means to hell what happens to us."

Mycroft raises his eyebrows briefly then said, genuinely. "Your priorities do you credit."

"No, my priorities just got a woman killed." John said, angrily, at him.

"Now, as I understand it, Sherlock, you try to repress your emotions to refine your reasoning. I'd like to see how that works, so, if you don't mind, I'm going to apply some context to your deductions." Eurus said and you heard a noise from behind you and the boys and all of you turn around.

Outside the window three men drop into view, each suspended from a rope attached to a harness. The ropes tighten and the men are left dangling in mid-air, each behind one of the three panes of glass. Their hands bound in front of them and white scarves are tied around their mouths. "Oh, dear God." Mycroft said.

"Two of the Garridebs work here as orderlies, so getting the third along really wasn't too difficult. Once you bring in your verdict, let new know and justice will be done." said Eurus as you and the boys stare out at the tied men and you noticed that each man has signs around their necks with their names written on it.

"Justice?" Sherlock asked.

"What will you do with them?" John asked.

"Early release." Eurus said.

You lower your eyes towards the water below the men and you turn away from the window. "You'll drop them into the sea." You said.

"Sink, or swim." Eurus replied.

John turns around and said, angrily. "They're tied up!"

"Exactly! Now there is context. Please, continue with your deductions. I'm now focusing on the difference to your mental capacity a specified consequence can make." Eurus said.

"Why would we bother? What if we're disinclined to play your games, little sister?" Mycroft asked her, angrily. Eurus chuckles, humorously.

"I have--if you remember--provided you with some motivation." She said and there's a click in the speaker.

"We're going through the clouds, like cotton wool." The little girl's said.

Mycroft claps his hands behind his head, lowering it in frustration. Sherlock, who had been bent over the table looking closely at the photos, straightens up and closes his eyes as he speaks. "Oh. That's nice. Try to tell me more about the plane."

"Why won't mummy wake up?" The girl asked then the speaker clicks again and Eurus appears on the screen again.

Sherlock lowers his head and moves his fingers across the photos on the table. "So it's got to be one of the other two." He said with soft intensity. He turns and looks at the men outside the window and said. "Now, Howard. Howard's a lifelong drunk. Pallor of his skin, terminal gin blossoms in his red nose and terror notwithstanding--a bad case of the DTs. There's no way he could have taken that shot from three hundred meters away."

You walk over to the man in the middle and said. "So that leaves us with Alex. Indentations on the temples suggest he habitually wears glasses. Frown lines suggest a lifetime of peering."

"He's short-sighted, or he was. His recent laser surgery has done the trick." replied Mycroft.

"Laser surgery?" Sherlock asked, glancing at him.

"Look at his clothes. He's made an effort." Mycroft said. You and Sherlock look at his suit as John said. "That's very good."

"Excellent. Suddenly he sees himself in quite a different light now that's he's dumped the specs. Even has a spray tan. But he's clearly not used to his new personal grooming ritual. That can be told by the state of his fingernails and the fact that there's hair growing in his ears. So it's a superficial job, then. But he got his eyes fixed. His hands were steady. He pulled the trigger." Sherlock said, quickly, as he turns to face the screen and points at Alex. "He killed Evans." He said.

"Are you ready to condemn the prisoner?" Eurus asked.

"Sherlock, we can't do this." Mycroft said.

"The plane, remember?" You asked him as Sherlock lowers his arm.

"Sherlock? Are you ready?" Eurus asked him.

Sherlock turns his head alittle as you and John look at him. Sherlock bites his lips for a moment then speaks softly. "Alex."

"Say it. Condemn him. Condemn him in the knowledge of what will happen to the man you name."said Eurus. Sherlock turns to face the window, looking into Alex's face, before saying. "I condemn Alex Garrideb."

Instantly the ropes holding the other two men release said for they plunge downwards out of sight. "Mind the gap." Moriarty's voice said over the speakers as you and the boys stare at the window in shock.

"Congratulations. You got the right one. Now, go through the door." Eurus said as a door on the right wall slides open. You turn around and walk towards the screen.

"You dropped the other two. Why?" You asked in a quiet anger.

"Interesting." Eurus said, looking towards the camera curiously.

"WHY?" You shouted, furiously.

"Does it really make a difference, killing the innocent instead of the guilty? Let's see." She said as she stabs a finger down on her remote and you turn around and see just as Alex's rope releases and he plunges downwards.

"The train has left the station!" Moriarty's voice said.

"No. That felt pretty much the same." Eurus said, thoughtfully.

Sherlock, who was walking towards the open doorway, turns back towards you, who was breathing heavily and looking down at the floor, and places his hands on your shoulder "(y/n)." He said, softly. You look up at him and you felt your anger melt away. "Don't let her distract you." He said.

"Distract me?" You asked, tightly.

"Soldiers today." Sherlock replied, firmly.

You look back down at the floor, take in a deep breath and look back up at him and nod. He smiles at you, kissed your forehead then glances across at his brother, who looks disturbed by this whole business. Sherlock takes your hand and all four of you head towards the doorway.

Further along a narrow corridor another door slides open and you and Sherlock, holding your hand in his right hand and the gun in his left, walk into a small room with black walls and floor and no window and the room is only dimly lit. In the middle of the room resting in two trestles is a light brown wooden coffin with brass handles and no lid with a light shining above it.

Sherlock walks across and looks down into the coffin, then raises his head to look for the light source. "One more minute in the phone." Eurus's voice said, over the speaker. The speakers squeal momentarily and then the little girl's voice come through.

"Frightened. I'm really frightened." She said.

"It's okay, don't worry. I don't have very long with you, so I just need you to tell me what you can see outside the plane." Sherlock said.

"Just the sea. I can see the sea." She replied.

"Are there ships on it?" You asked her.

"No ships. I can see lights in the distance." She said.

"Is it a city?" Sherlock asked her.

"Is think so." The girl replied.

"She's about to fly over a city in a pilotless plane. We'll have to talk her through it." Mycroft said, quietly.

"Through what?" John asked him.

"Hello? Are you still there?" The girl asked.

"Still here. Just give us a minute." Sherlock replied.

"Getting the plane away from any mainland, any populated areas. It has to crash in the sea." said Mycroft.

"What about the girl?" John asked.

"Well, obviously, Doctor Watson, she's the one who's going to crash it." Mycroft replied.

"No. We could help her land it." You said.

"And if we fail, and she crashes into a city? How many will die then?" He asked you.

"How are we gonna get her to do that?" John asked him.

Mycroft looks down towards the coffin for a moment before he speaks. "I'm afraid we're going to have to give her hope."

"Is there really no-one there that can help you? Have you really, really checked?" Sherlock asked the girl.

"Everyone's asleep. Will you help me?" She asked.

"We're going to do everything that we can." Sherlock said.

"I'm scared. I'm really scared." She said, tearfully.

"It's all right. I...." He started to say but the speakers click again and on the screen at the end, turns on to reveal Eurus again.

"Now, back to the matter in hand. Coffin. Problem: someone is about to die. It will be--as I understand it--a great tragedy. So many days not lived, so many words unsaid. Et cetera, et cetera, et cerea, etc cetera." She said as Sherlock walks around to the head of the coffin.

"Yes, yes, yes, and this--I presume--will be their coffin." Sherlock said, exasperated.

"Whose coffin, Sherlock? Please, start your deductions. I will apply some context in a moment." She said and Sherlock begins to pace. He lets out a noisy breath and said. "Well, allowing for the entirely pointless courtesy of headroom, I'd say the coffin is intended for someone of about five foot four. Makes it more likely to be a woman."

"Not a child?" John asked.

"A child's coffin would be more expensive. This is in the lower price range, although still best available in that bracket." You said.

"A lonely night on Google." John said, softly.

"This is a practical and informed choice. Balance of probability suggest that this is for an unmarried woman distant from her close relatives. That much is suggested by the economy of choice. Acquainted with the process if death but unsentimental about the necessity of disposal. Also, the lining of the coffin..." Sherlock said until Mycroft interrupts him.

"Yes, very good, Sherlock, or we could just look at the name on the lid." He said as picks up a lid that was leaning against the back wall.

He turns it around and said. "Only it isn't a name." You and the boys walk over to the lid and see on the brass plate are the words:

I LOVE YOU

​​​​​​"So, it's for somebody who loves somebody." John said. "It's for somebody who loves Sherlock." Mycroft replied. "But....that's (y/n)." John said, looking over at you.

"Yes, but this is for someone who is unmarried, practical about death, alone." Sherlock said and then it hits you. You know who this coffin is for and you felt your heart sink.

"Molly Hooper." You said as Sherlock nods.

"She's perfectly safe, for the moment." Eurus said then the screen switches to four images from camera footage of the interior of a home. In the top right-hand corner a countdown clock appears, currently fixed at 3:00.

"Her flat is rigged to explode I'm approximately three minutes unless I hear the release code from her lips. I'm calling her on your phone, Sherlock. Make her say it." Eurus said.

"Say what?" John asked.

Sherlock presses his lips together, closes his eyes and lowers his head. You look down, tears forming in your eyes as Eurus said. "Obvious, surely?"

"No." John replied, shaking his head.

"Yes." Sherlock said as all four of you look over at the lid and focus in on the words in the brass plaque.

"Oh, one more important restriction: you're not allowed to mention in any way at all that her life is in danger. You may not--at any point--suggest that there is any form of crisis. If you do, I will end this session and her life. Are we clear?" Eurus asked.

Sherlock nods and the multiple tones of a speed dial rings out. At the same time the clock on the screen begins its countdown, Moriarty's voice comes through the speakers making the tick tickets noise again.

The four of you watch, intently, at the screen as you see Molly walking get around her kitchen, making tea it looks like, as her phone goes off. She looks down at the caller ID and sees that it's Sherlock so she ignores it. Sherlock frowns at this as Molly continues to ignore the call. "What's she doing?" Sherlock asked. "She's making tea." Mycroft replied. Sherlock looks around to him and said. "Yes, but why isn't she answering get her phone?"
"You never answer your phone unless it's (y/n)." John replied.
"Yes, but it's me calling." Sherlock said and at that moment it goes to her voicemail.

"Hi, this is Molly, at the dead center of town. Leave a message " He voice said as you and the boys all sigh in frustration.

"Okay, okay. Just one more time." Eurus said and you hear the speed dial dialling again.

"Come on, Molly, pick up. Just bloody pick up." You said, softly. You see her chopping up a lemon when her phone goes off again and she stares at it.

Finally she walks over to the phone and picks it up. "Hello, Sherlock. Is this urgent, cause I'm not having a good day." She said and Sherlock, who had lowered his forehead onto the top of the pistol he was holding, raises his head up and said. "Molly, I just want you to do something very easy for me, and not ask why."

Molly sighs and said. "Oh, God. Is this one of your stupid games?"

"No, it's not a game. I....need you to help me." Sherlock said.

"Look, I'm not at the lab." She replied.

"It's not about that." He said.

"Well, quickly, then." She said and Sherlock blinks rapidly and bites his lips.

"Sherlock? What is it? What do you want?" Molly asked.

"Molly, please, without asking why, just say these words." He said.

"What words?" She asked, intrigued.

"I love you." Sherlock said, clearly.

You see that Molly take the phone away from her ear and she looked like she was about to get ready to terminate the call. "Leave me alone." She said. "Molly, no, please, no, don't hang up! Don't hang up!" Sherlock said, frantically.

"Calmly, Sherlock, or I will finish her right now." Eurus said and you see that the clock tick down to 1:08.

Molly raises the phone back to her ear again and asked. "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you making fun of me?"

"Please, I swear, you just have to listen to me." Sherlock said.

"Softer, Sherlock." said Eurus and Sherlock looks towards the speaker then looks back at the screen again.

"Molly, this is for a case. It's....it's a sort of experiment." Sherlock said in a friendly tone.

"I'm not an experiment, Sherlock." She said.

"No, I know you're not an experiment. You're my friend. We're friends. But....please. Just...say those words for me. I would ask (y/n) but she's working and I can't get ahold of her. Please say these words for me." Sherlock said.

"I can't say that. I can't say that to you." Molly said.

"Of course you can. Why can't you?" He asked her.

"You know why." She said.

"No, I don't know why." Sherlock said.

"Of course you do." She whispered.

"Please, just say it." Sherlock said as Moriarty's voice makes the ticking sounds once again.

You look over at John and Mycroft, your face full of anguish. John shakes his head as Molly says. "I can't. Not to you."

"Why?" Sherlock asked and you lower your head and put your hand over your face.

You know why she won't say it to him, you've known about her feelings towards Sherlock for a long time. When she found out about you two she was hurt at first but she kept telling you she was over it but you had a feeling she wasn't over it.

"Because......because it's true. It's.....true, Sherlock." She said and you start to cry as you hear her voice break.

John comes up next to you and puts an arm around your shoulder. Sherlock looks over at you and frowns at the sight he sees then he turns back to the screen and said. "Well, if it's true, just say it anyway."

"You bastard." She replied after a heavy sigh.

"Say it anyway." Sherlock said, firmly.

"You say it." She replied and your head shot up in shock as you stare at the screen. "I know you love (y/n), but I want you to say those words first just so I know that you care." She said. Sherlock looks at the screen in shock then over to you, locking eyes with one another, begging for some kind of permission from you since he only says those words to you and you only. "Go ahead." You whispered as Eurus said. "Final thirty seconds."

Sherlock looks back to the screen, let's out a sigh and said. "I...I.....I love you." There was silence for a few seconds before Sherlock speaks again. "I love you." He said, firmly, thinking she didn't hear him. All of you stare at the screen as Molly starts to put the phone closer to her mouth.
"Molly? Molly, please." He begged. You see on the screen that Molly holds the phone closer to her mouth and said. "I love you."

Sherlock gasps and rears back from the screen as the countdown clock beeps several time stops signify that it has stopped. You, John and Mycroft let out sighs of relief as you see that Molly only had two seconds left.

"Sherlock, however hard that was..." Mycroft started to say but Sherlock talks over him.

"Eurus, I won. I won. Come on, play fair. The girl on the plane: I need to talk to her. I won. I save Molly Hooper."

"Saved her? From what? Oh, do be sensible. There were no explosives in her little house. Why would I be so clumsy? You didn't win. You lost." She said and Sherlock frowns as you lower your head again. "Look what you did to her. Look what you did to yourself. And worst of all, look what you did to your wife. All those complicated little emotions. I lost count. Emotional context, Sherlock. It destroys you every time." She said as Sherlock look over at you, seeing the hurt in your eyes, then he turns and walks past the coffin, drops the pistol beside it, and walks over to the lid.

"Now, please, pull yourself together. I need you at peak efficiency. The next one isn't going to be so easy. In your own time." Eurus said then the screen turns to pour water.

Sherlock picks up the lid and places it on top of the coffin and placed his hand on top of it. "Sherlock?" You said as you look over at him. He pulls his hand across the top of his lid and said. "No. No." His face starts to twist with rage and he pulls back his right arm and smashes it with all his strength down onto the lid, shattering it. He draws back his hand and then slam both of his fist down onto the lid again and again.

"Sherlock!" You shouted as you start to run towards him but John holds you back by grabbing you arms. You start to cry once again as Sherlock smashes down on the coffin, repeatedly, disintegrating the box into pieces while he cries out over and over again in rage, grief and frustration.
You turn around and cry into John's shoulder as he wraps his arms around you as you hear Sherlock letting out a long anguished scream.

(A/N: *wipes tears from eyes* well, that was kind of a tough chapter to write but I hope I did this scene justice. Let me know what you thought of this chapter, I hope I did well.)