Bit quicker this one!
Just a little explanation piece.
Jasxx
"This isn't so bad" Lucy thought when she woke up. Once during her lost years with Sherlock she had been tied up and tortured for three days by a would-be client. This in contrast was relatively pleasant, her right hand was handcuffed to the metal bedstead, but she was fully dressed and the bed was comfortable. Her head hurt but she guessed that was the withdrawal from the sedative but she could here her captives footsteps, travelling towards her through a tiled corridor. The room she was in was white plastered stone, with a tiled floor. The window was shuttered with green painted wood, and the ceiling was open to the roof tiles, she was still in Spain, and as she was still alive, she assumed someone wanted to keep her there.
"Mesedez?" she called out to her captor, "Qué es lo que duzu?" She used a mixture of Catalan and Basque the voice of the man that took her was Irish and he'd used her married name, but she felt to stay in character was her best defense at the moment. "Haur ditut, por favor, déjame libre".
"Come now Querida" the soft Irish voice was back, the short man sat beside her on the bed, and reached for her hair. She hadn't enough strength to fight him off and submitted to his caress. "You can stop the act now, I know who you are. I've been watching you Lucy, and we're going to have some fun and your husbands expense."
"Mi nombre es Juana De León, Quién eres y qué quieres de mí? Déjame libre, Mesedez!" She begged, particularly happy with the fake tears.
"I'm Jim, Lucy your husband must have told you about me, so I'm going to leave you here for some time to think about your situation, when I come back please stop speaking Spanish."
"How do you know Moriarty has something to do with this? She is a spy after all, couldn't one of your opposite numbers have taken her?" John asked
"We've had a communication" Mycroft explained, "Lucy made her arranged drop off, but so did your Moriarty, he left you a note Sherlock."
They were sitting in a room John had never seen before, but it seemed obvious even to him that this Study doubled as Mycroft's home office. They were sat around a large mahogany desk, and Mycroft was passing a yellow note over to Sherlock. After he'd read it he passed it to John.
Darling Sherlock
I thought it was about time I met your wife.
Give John a kiss from me.
Jim.
The note was short and fairly imprecise but reading it sent a chill through John. There was no threat, no suggestion of what was happening to Lucy just the note.
"There was nothing else?" Sherlock asked knowing the answer before Mycroft shook his head, "and she was under surveillance?"
"The men following Ms Steadman, were found shortly after the note was recovered, unfortunately none of them survived to give a statement." The MI6 Director explained. "We don't have any information about what happened, which is why we decided to contact you Mr Holmes"
John looked disbelievingly at the man, "You mean you wouldn't have told her husband she was missing?"
"She's not a soldier, John" Sherlock corrected, "They are under no obligation to inform me of her movements." He sat up addressing Mycroft "Where was she? I know Spain, but where?"
"Marbella" Mycroft said, John couldn't help it he giggled, earning a look of distaste from the other men "Something funny doctor?" Mycroft asked rising an eyebrow.
"Well it's not exactly James Bond is it? Marbella?" He explained.
"Basque separatists?" Sherlock asked ignoring his lover
"Exactly, I believe you performed a similar function for me once?" Mycroft answered, and Sherlock just nodded, and got up to leave. John a few moments behind his partners thinking started following confused.
"Where are we going?" he asked Sherlock.
"Huerta del Prado, Finca El Holmes." He answered in way of explanation.
Colloquialism coming from Lucy, I apologise for any mistakes.
Mixture of Spanish, Catalanian and Basque.
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Lady Juana Maria Louisa DeLores DeLeon Smith of Ely, was a real person, look her up she's fascinating. My wife wrote her PHD on the seige of Badajoz.
TBC
Jas xxx
