Clique of 221B

Chapter 31: Sherrinford

Nothing.
No explosion.
"Do you think it worked?" You ask Mycroft, neither of you moving.
"There is a large possibility."
"But, Sherlock and John just threw themselves out of the windows."
"And Sherlock said you were dramatic." You both laugh at that. At that moment, Sherlock and John burst through the door, and see Mycroft on top of you.
"Are we interrupting something?" John jokes.
"If the doctor career doesn't work out, you really should become a comedian, John," you retort with a smile. You and Mycroft stay as you are on the floor for a moment and John blurts out,
"Oscar Wilde." Mycroft pulls himself up, and then helps you to your feet.
"What?" You ask him.
"He said, "The truth is rarely pure, and never simple." It's from 'The Importance of Being Earnest.' We did it in school." Sherlock smirks at this. Mycroft nods,
"So did we. Now I recall. I was Lady Bracknell." You and Sherlock smile at him.
"Yeah. You were great." Sherlock tells him.
"You really think so?"
"Yes, I really do."
"Well, that's good to know. I've always wondered." He says, then turns to you, "Excuse me, I'll have to go phone bomb disposal." Mycroft heads out into the street to make the call. You nod and stay with John and Sherlock.
"Well, the Baker Street gang live to play another game." You start, "What are we going to do now?"
"The only thing we can do." Sherlock replies. "We go to Sherrinford."

It's been a long time since I've infiltrated anywhere, especially somewhere this heavily guarded. But with the number of organisations I've been a part of over the years really opens doors. Speaking of doors they really should have better security for the control room. Just as you're checking if Sherlock has arrived the whole building goes into lock down. Watching from the cameras you see John and a disguised Mycroft being lead away. You walk down the corridors and head towards the holding cells. You walk over to one of the guards,
"Hey mate, would you mind me borrowing ya gun, I've left mine in me locker an' I dunno where me keys are, an' there's bin this new prisoner business an' I gotta be lookin' good when the boss shows up, ya know?" I put on a weird accent and I don't think it worked.
"You what?" You sigh,
"Fine then." You stab at his neck with tranquilliser, he goes limp, and topples over. You drag him over to a utility cupboard and take his weapons and security passes. Luckily, you return to the holding cell at the same time as the guards escorting Mycroft and John, you let them all in and follow them. You look at Mycroft in his disguise, he really outdid himself, if I didn't know it was him even I wouldn't recognise him. As soon as the governor walks in Mycroft stands up and exclaims,
"This is a mistake. I'm the victim 'ere. This man stole my boat. 'e's a pirate." His accent is a lot better than mine.
"Yeah, I really am." John replies.
"Please, sit down." The governor states calmly.
"I don't even know who 'e is!" Mycroft sits down.
"He's Doctor John Watson, formerly of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers. What are you doing here?" He asks John.
"It's a hospital. Any work?"
"It's not a hospital." He stares at John as he holds out a pass towards the guard by the door. "I want eyes on Eurus Holmes. Go straight to the Special Unit, deploy Green and Yellow Shift on my authority."
The guard raises the pass to a camera above the door. The door buzzes, then unlocks and he goes out. The governor sits down at the chair opposite.
"I'm sparing your blushes because we're supposed to be on the same side and frankly, this is embarrassing."
"Ooh, doing a cavity search?"
"The true art of disguise, according to your famous friend, is not being looked at." He turns to Mycroft.
"But I am looking at you, aren't I, Mr Holmes?"
"Yes, you are." The governor is clearly pleased by his deduction.
"But that is sort of the point... isn't it?" Mycroft stands up while John turns to the governor. "See, you should have been looking at the guy you just gave your pass to." Mycroft now begins to pull off his hat, white hair, false nose, moustache, and white beard. He lowers his hands to reveal the face of Mycroft Holmes, the most dramatic Holmes there is. The governor's smile drops as you elaborate from the corner,
"I believe you may have the wrong Holmes there, sir." The governor jumps at the sound of your voice.
"Miss [Y/L/N]?"
"Hello governor."
Mycroft removes all traces of his disguise and the outer clothing he was wearing, revealing that he kept on his conventional blue trousers, a white shirt and blue waistcoat.
"That's the trouble with uniforms and name badges. People stop looking at faces. You'd be better off with clown outfits. At least they'd be satirically relevant."
"Oh, you'll find the real Landers on the north shore, tied up with two others."
"Two others?"
"Mm. Well, it was trial and error. We had to find the right waistband."
"This is insane! This is unnecessary!"
"No. Your security is compromised and we don't know who to trust." You retort.
"And that justifies dressing up?"
"Yes it does!" Mycroft raises his voice at him.
"It justifies dressing up or any damned thing I say it does. Now, listen to me: for your own physical safety do not speak, do not indulge in any non-verbal signals suggestive of internal thought. If the safety of my sister is compromised. If the security of my sister is compromised. If the incarceration of my sister is compromised – in short, if I find any indication my sister has left this island at any time, I swear to you, you will not. I will also set Miss [Y/L/N] on you, is that suitable?" He turns to you, in which you answer,
"With pleasure Mr Holmes." You glare at the man, who is standing with his hands behind his back and not moving as instructed. Mycroft tilts his head towards John.
"Say thank you to Doctor Watson."
"What for?"
"He talked me out of Lady Bracknell. This could have been very different." You smirk at that.
He turns away and puts his hand to his ear.
"Are you in?" He asks Sherlock. You move closer so that you can hear Sherlock from where you're stood.
"Just arriving at the Secure Unit. Explain." He answers.
"A prison within a prison. Eurus must be allowed the strict minimum of human interaction." She sounds nice then.
"Why?" Sherlock inquires.
"Since you're determined to meet her, you're about to find out." Mycroft puts on his suit jacket and steps closer to the governor.
"Answer yes or no. Has there ever been – against my express instructions – any attempt at a psychiatric evaluation of Eurus Holmes?"
"Yes."
"I presume the tapes are in my office?" He walks towards the open door and you follow.
"Your office?" The governor questions.
"Cast your mind back. It used to be yours." I've almost forgotten how aloof Mycroft always acts in front of other people. You, Mycroft, and John set off down the corridor and the governor trails anxiously behind us.