Chapter Text
Prologe
Omega Raped! Jealous Omega Wife Arrested
Omega Forced Into Heat and Alpha Tricked Into Sharing It
Placebo! Female Omega in Forced Heat
Omegas Not Safe in Our Society. We Need Alpha Suppressants!
Holmes Family Connected to Victims of Omega Rape Scandal
Mycroft's POV
Mycroft Holmes was not a patient man. For exactly this reason the best agents worked for him, and they worked fast. Now that his little brother was involved, he had sent three of them to Afghanistan to look for Sebastian Moran, while the rest of the team was on the lookout for James Moriarty. Sure, Sherlock was convinced he could find the man, but compared to Mycroft he had always been... slow. The slow little brother, affected by his second gender and the temperament that came with it. Meeting John Watson had brought sentiment into the mixture and Mycroft feared for both Sherlock's and Leanna's safety. Sure, the doctor had positive impact on the younger Holmes, made him happy, but Mycroft feared everything would get more complicated for the two of them.
Now, as he waited for one of his agents to get in contact, Mycroft couldn't keep himself from thinking about Anna and the way Mummy had made sure the both of them wouldn't be happy together. Anna was married to another Beta by now and they had children. Mycroft still loved her, always would in some way, and he feared Sherlock would suffer as much as he did once Violet Holmes had torn the two Alphas apart in her effort to fulfil the norms of the elite. He would try to support his little brother as much as he could and right now that meant getting Sebastian Moran behind bars, the man that had shot Dr Watson to become leader of his military pack.
Just as he had reached that thought, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
“You have good news, I assume.”
David, as he called himself right now, made a noise that told Mycroft everything he needed to know.
“How?”
“There was a fire. 7 men died. Sebastian Moran is said to be one of them. His dog tags were found, nothing more.”
“A trick.”
Mycroft lifted his hand and Anthea was at his side.
“We think so, yes.”
“You will gather all the evidence possible and come back to London as soon as possible. Sebastian Moran is a dangerous man and we need him in custody yesterday.”
“Understood. We'll get in contact.”
With that, the call was ended.
“Is there news on Moriarty?”
Anthea shook her head. “Your brother said he was on the case.”
Mycroft Holmes forced a bitter smile on his face and Anthea knew him well enough not to wait for an answer.