Just a little heads up. this one is Lestrade's POV. ENJOY!
"How could you lose your brother and John in the middle of the desert?" Lestrade hissed as he stared at a man in well fitted suit, who stood in his office doorway. He knew who it was and he knew that if the British government was now asking him for help Sherlock and John had to be in real trouble.
"Our signal broke when they were being chased by one known as Moriarty," Mycroft stated. Lestrade straitened in his chair as Mycroft uttered the name of the man who was behind that whole bomb fiasco. From what he read in John's blog it had been a close call for them in the end. Sherlock and John had been stuck at the pool with a bomb just waiting to blow them to bits. Now they were after him again and Mycroft let them get out of his radar? What was he thinking?! "I need you to help my men track them down." Lestrade let out a sigh and tapped at his desk impatiently.
"So, where am I headed?"
Only hours later Lestrade stood in the middle of a blazing mess of rubble and scraps. From what he could see two cars bashed together. Fires blazed all around them and the cars radiated heat. Mycroft's men were crawling over the wreckage like ants, searching for any survivors. So far though they have only found one body and that had been in Moriarty's vehicle. The body had been crushed on impact, but the passenger seats seemed to be fine. Hopefully John and Sherlock didn't get crushed in their vehicle like that. Lestrade shivered at the image that came to mind as he thought of that horrible scene. That would haunt his dreams more than anything he has ever seen. His two closest friends trapped tightly in a car like a can of tuna. Lestrade's stomach flopped just thinking about it.
"Sir?" Lestrade turned to see one of Mycroft's best agents approaching him. The agent couldn't have been any older than thirty, but the way he bounced excitedly on his feet reminded Lestrade how springy he had once been when first joining the force. He had been so excited about his first case until he saw the body. That's when he realized this wasn't like those movies he watched as a kid. This was all real life.
"Yes, um-"
"Agent Vermont," the agent stated proudly. Lestrade nodded, glancing around at the damages once more.
"Alright then, Agent, who did you find?" Lestrade asked hesitantly. He was afraid of what answer he may get. The last thing he wanted to hear was that his two closest friends were…gone forever.
"It's not who we found. It's what we found," Vermont stated. "Your friends and Mr. Moriarty's bodies were not found, but we did find their footprints fallowing a trail from where the tires touched the sand." Lestrade felt hope bubble throughout his body. They must be alright if they're walking. Quickly he pulled out his phone, punching in Mycroft's number.
"M. Holmes," he heard on the other end along with the soft clicking of computer keys.
"Hello, Mycroft, we found their tracks. It appears that all three of them are trying to find their way back using the tire indents in the sand," Lestrade said into the phone.
"Thank you, Greg. I'll bring in a helicopter to open our eyes a little more." Lestrade hung up once the line went dead. When Mycroft was on a search and rescue mission he didn't waste time. A chopper will be very helpful here. A bird's eye view of the desert should find the three MIA's pretty quick. He was about to put his phone away when something popped into his head. He stared at his phone and then at the crash scene. If Mycroft's radar couldn't get any service out here then how could he have just called Mycroft? If there was no service that whole conversation shouldn't have been possible.
"Vermont?"
"Yes, Sir?" the agent asked, staring at Lestrade. Greg held his phone out to the agent and stated clearly,
"Check for anything in this mess that could block out signals. Something about this doesn't seem right."
Lestrade's in on this too now. I had to get Lestrade involved. I couldn't just leave him out of all the fun. Thanks for reading everyone!
