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Chapter 10

"Yes, it isn´t. They caught me. And I hereby give up..." Donovan said then, holding the weapon into the air, as if admitting defeat. Millerson began to struggle harder but still couldn´t get any leeway as Sherlock took the weapon from her and aimed it at Millerson again.

"Dumb woman. Do shut up! How you can think I´d let you take all the blame is beyond me, so get it out of your bloody head." While Sally said nothing and just looked at him, clearly surprised, Sherlock turned towards Lestrade.

"Yes Lestrade, this is what it looks like. And I´m going to shoot Millerson, there´s nothing you can do to stop me. So how about you save yourself some time and leave and we´ll talk la..."

Greg Lestrade though didn´t seem to be impressed by that. He just shook his head. "No you are not. Unless you want his men to show up here, because they will hear the shot." He pointed outside." I don´t know why, but some of his men found a way into this street. So find a more silent method."

While John´s brain just seemed to fail to work with what he just heard, Donovan´s mouth was opening and closing like a fish´s and even Sherlock looked surprised for once. Millerson, of course, took this time to start screaming for help like a banshee, which earned him a hit from Donovan who was still sitting on him. To John´s disappointment it did not knock him out but it left him drowsy and thus made the screamingstop for at least a few moments.

Since Sherlock and Sally were still taking care of holding down Millerson, it was actually John who went to the bag in the corner, after Sherlock motioned him to do so. Scanning the contents quickly he found a pack of bullets for the gun, duct tape, a small saw and three knives in total, all in different sizes. Taking out the biggest knife, he went back again, whereas Sherlock had gotten up and had taken one of the big plastic tubs the company that owned the half empty warehouse used to store electric parts in. As Sherlock set the tub down next to Millerson and Sally, John noticed it would be big enough for one man to crouch in. That would make it easy to hide the evidence.

Greg, who had used the few seconds to peer out the door for Millerson´s men, came over to them as well and didn´t look too impressed by the knife. "Oh, it's going to get messy. Should have known that." he grimaced, but still didn´t look like he would run away or report them.

That stunned John, but he choose to swallow his surprise right now, as there were more pressing matters at hand. Once this was over though, he´d hammer the DI with questions. Cause what the hell?

Since Millerson was slowly coming to as well he noticed the knife then and blanched at the sight. "No, let me go" he pleaded, going white in the face. " No please. Really, I can get you money or whatever you want."

Looking at at each of them separately he stopped at Lestrade. "How can you do this anyhow? You are a cop for god´s sake. You can not condone them murdering people."

Lestrade just shrugged as he watched John kneeling down next to the pleading man. "Who says I can´t. All I want is to never see you or anything of yours again."

"Oh Sherlock´s good with that." Donovan quipped and forced Millerson up. He struggled and she had to fight a bit, but before John could help she overpowered him once more. It was actually quite funny to see her smirk when she won again, John thought.

While Lestrade turned around,looking like he didn´t want to see the actual deed and went over to the door instead, John looked at Sherlock and then at Sally, before turning to Millerson, who had his upper body hanging over the crate now. "Well guess what? I´m a doctor. We are supposed to help people, you know? But I´m still fine with them killing you."

Millerson looked even whiter then before, which John hadn´t thought possible." Why?" He croaked.

"That´s easy. You are not people. You are filth. And filth has to be cleaned you know?" With that John handed the knife to Sherlock, who then knelled down next to Millerson, before getting up and going over to Lestrade.

Before he even reached the door there was a strangled scream, sounds of clothes and hands rustling in a struggle, the crate scratching over the floor, followed by a strange, smothered cough and then nothing.

When John turned around he saw Sally heaving the legs into the tub with a tell tale bump noise.

Then Millerson was disposed off - left to bleed out in a large black plastic tub before he would vanish.

Sally grimaced at the blood on her hands and John nearly laughed as he saw Sherlock huff at her antics, but then handing her one of his bloody expensive handkerchiefs anyway. It was clear it would be lost with all the blood on it, but Sherlock didn´t seem to care. Grinning at that, John found himself back to more pressing matters at hand.

"Okay. What do we do now? I mean.." he tried, a little concerned of how to get out of there when there were still Millerson´s men out there, but Sherlock held up a hand.

"We wait for Anthea."

Sally´s and John´s "What?" followed nearly simultaneously while Greg looked rather confused as well.

"Well Mycroft offered and after seeing the location and I thought I might as well take him up on it for once." Sherlock shrugged, as if disposing off a body for your younger brother was the most normal thing in the world. Then again for the British government it probably was. "Even though I´ll probably never hear the end of it."

Greg looked a bit shocked at this. "Mycroft does this? Why would he...?"

"Ah he didn´t tell you all about his job did he? Well inspector, if you ever think you know my brother, think again. No you don´t. And that´s a friendly warning. But why? Let´s just say Mycroft rather likes Sally and he doesn´t take it nicely when lives of people whom he likes are threatened. He even has a cover story in place already. "

Sally looked even more shocked at this, seemingly not sure what to say which made Sherlock smirk at Donovan. "Well Sally, I guess you need to re-evaluate us, don´t you?"

Before Sally could do anything more than nod, there was a tell tale beep of Sherlock´s mobile.

"ETA 5 minutes. Okay this will be over soon." Sherlock announced but Lestrade wasn´t so sure about that.

"But what about Millerson´s men?" he enquired.

"Oh I told her about them and she will take care of that. There are positive sides to working with my brother indeed." Sherlock mused and shook his head. "Now if he wasn't such a pompous arse to begin with..."

John had been watching the whole exchange open mouthed. Okay, technically it all made sense now. But it would take him a while until he would be able to wrap his head around it, he guessed. That, and he had to admit that he was a little bit pissed at being left out. Again.

Hell did the whole world know about this?

Also, come to think of it there was another thing.

"How did you find us anyway?" he asked Lestrade and the man looked a bit embarrassed.

"I followed you. Originally I wanted to prevent you from wandering in on them, but I wasn´t quick enough."

Ah ok. That must mean Greg knew everything. Every tiny detail probably.

"So you knew how they communicate on the crime scenes?" A nod from Lestrade and a deep sigh from John himself. "Okay. That means that I have been the only one who had no idea about this murderous alliance?" John grumbled and turned to look into the faces of the other two.

"I had no idea he knew." Donovan said and once again looked a bit insecure when she glanced at Greg.

"Well I´m surprised to say neither did I." Sherlock admitted and sounded sincere which surprised John even more. Sherlock really had had no idea. That was new. As he had three pairs of expecting eyes on him Greg seemed to understand what they wanted.

"Okay, okay I tell you as we have to wait anyway."

#

A few years ago...

Greg Lestrade had seen lots of things in his life. Dead people. Body parts in microwaves and other strange places. People trying to pretend being Aliens, to escape a murder charge. Well, the list went on, but the thing he was seeing now, that was definitely one thing he thought he´d never see.

Technically it wasn´t that strange to begin with, it was more about the people who were in the scene he was seeing.

He had known that something had been off with his subordinate. Sally had been acting strange lately. And seeing her entering this abandoned yard in Greater London on accident had made him want to follow her to see what the hell she was doing there.

Now he kind of wished he hadn´t.

Mouth open and well hidden, he continued to stare as Sally was now sobbing. She was still kneeling in the ever growing pool of blood coming from that criminal Robert Sands. The blood was now close to reaching the knife that hadn´t fallen far from her.

Sherlock, who was near her as well, was beginning to sit up, still holding his head, obviously in pain, while Sands was lying on the floor without showing any signs of life.

Dead, Greg supposed.

Sally seemed to think the same as she was murmuring "Oh my god, I killed him." over and over again. She was shaking, probably going in to shock and Greg couldn´t help but feel the same.

It had been shocking enough to see that bastard Sands again, bend over Sherlock nonetheless, obviously going in for the kill. Greg had wanted to scream and run to help Sherlock but then suddenly Sally had reappeared again and jumped onto Sands from behind. While Greg had expected her to subdue him and was already prepared to call in back up, he had been shocked as Sally had gotten out a knife and killed Sands with one swift cut to the throat.

A few seconds later Robert Sands had bled out, but it had only taken about the same amount of time for Greg to see the bindings on Sand´s wrists. Looking at Sherlock, who was slowly coming to, he had quickly realised that it hadn´t been Sherlock who had been the planned victim here.

That meant Sherlock was a killer. Greg simply couldn´t believe it!

And to make things even more strange it seemed that Sally Donovan was helping him, making her a killer or co-killer? That sounded even more unbelievable! But he didn´t need to be a genius to know that this hadn´t been the first kill. Though it seems that this time the planned kill had gone wrong and Sally had come to Sherlock´s rescue.

She of all people with whom he was always fighting with on their crime scenes all the time. Why the hell was he working with her?

Unbelieving Greg shook he his head. No he had to focus on more important tasks at hand. Searching for his handcuffs he contemplated whom he should arrest first. Was Sally more likely to run or Sherlock?

But he had to confirm that Sands was dead first, hadn´t he? God, he was nearly thankful for that. That bastard had killed two of his colleagues and still remained free due to a formal mistake in his court case. If he could have, Greg would have killed him himself. But he couldn´t. He was a cop, damn it. And yet...

Suddenly there were doubts entering his mind. He remembered finding the mutilated body of Sergeant Martin. He had been tortured, probably for information about the Yard. Thinking of it, Sally had rather liked him as well. They had been friends, hadn´t they?

So what if this was revenge?

But that didn´t made this right, did it? But still, if he would have a gun in his hands and Sands would happen to be in front of it, what would he do? Wouldn´t he squeeze the trigger?

Taking a deep breath Greg decided he needed to walk away and think for a minute. Part of him didn´t want to prosecute Donovan as he rather liked working with her. He even had begun to imagine she could be one for his team if he made it to detective inspector soon.

And Sherlock was annoying sure, but he also was a genius. He had done so much good already, helping to solve all these cases for the Yard.

Stumbling away Lestrade left the murder scene. Before he had turned around he had witnessed that Sherlock was now shaking Sally rather roughly, probably to get some sense into her. Greg doubted that this was going to help with the shock, but that was Sherlock´s problem for the moment.

Greg had to come to terms with his own shock first.

Hell, no matter how he turned it around in his head he still couldn´t believe what he had seen. Sally, even though she sometimes seemed scruff, was a gentle soul. She wouldn´t hurt a fly if she could help it. And Sherlock? Sure the young man was fascinated by crime scenes, yes. But killing people like this? He couldn´t believe it. But he had seen what he had seen, hadn´t he?

So he should go back and do his duty as an officer and arrest these two. He had no choice on this. He was a cop for god´s sake!

Just as he wanted to turn around and do so, he was stopped by an obstacle that suddenly appeared behind him. He hadn´t even noticed the black car approach, probably due to being too busy reflecting what the hell had just happened. Still rattled he watched as the window went down,revealing a middle aged man.

"Mr. Greg Lestrade? I believe we have to talk."

Greg was about to object, but then door was already open and two sets of hands grabbed him and took him in.

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"But how did you fool Sherlock?" That was Sally, still sounding stunned by everything. "I mean, as much as it pains me to say, I get that you could fool me into thinking you had no idea what we were doing, but him?" She looked over to Sherlock.

"Oh, that was Mycroft. He told me how to act, what signs to give and such to make sure you believed nothing had changed, once he was sure I was okay with it. We both believed it would be better for you both to have someone in the police whom you didn´t know about."

Sally huffed, incredulous. "Okay.", while she shared a look with Sherlock that made John nearly laugh. Even though he just had been surprised once again, it was somehow great to see that the great consulting detective had been given the same treatment. This would help in Sherlock not getting too self assured and yes, it made him feel not that dumb.

Nevertheless all these revelations had made him doubt his intellect more than once now, even though Sally had reassured him that he was projecting.

"You have nothing to be ashamed off." She told him, obviously seeing his distress. "You have no idea how careful we became once you were at the murder scenes. Just look at Anderson, I could have gone 'Hey Sherlock, let´s do some killing.' and he still would have had no idea."

John had laughed at that.

#

When Anthea finally came, things went fast.

"Oh you made me a package! Prefect!" She quipped as she saw the dead Millerson in the tub, waiting to be carried out. She and one of Mycroft´s men, all dressed in black, complete with gloves and such, set to do the deed while John, Sherlock and the rest of them left.

It was later when they waited for Donovan and Sherlock to get the car they had hidden a few streets further, when Greg Lestrade approached John.

"Uhm well, you okay?" Greg asked cautiously and John fought the urge to not roll his eyes.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?"

"Because you´ve recently joined a team of serial killers so to speak? They are just concern..." But Lestrade didn´t get any further as John was already about to start rambling.

"Bloody hell, I´ve been to Afghanistan. What do you think I was doing there? Having a picnic?"

Greg bit his lip, clearly uncomfortable. "No, but you are a doctor and all that."

"Seriously, Greg. You know what being a doctor in the army means? Being a doctor means to rush into the battle field to help the wounded. To decided which ones to take back to camp since they actually have a chance, but also choosing the ones, who are hurt too severely to move them. "

More lip biting from Lestrade - John was close to diagnosing a nervous habit- and looking uncomfortable, as John went on.

"You know what you do then? You take a gun and release them from their pain. Because there´s no way that you leave one of your´s there to die or let them fall into enemy hands to be tortured or worse. Doctors save, yes, but you can save people in different ways, you know?"

Greg could only nod at that and only a moment later Donovan´s car stopped in front of them.

#

It was nearly morning when John, Sherlock and Donovan finally arrived at Baker Street. After talking to Lestrade for a while they had given him a lift home and John could see that all three of them were rather shaken by the revelations of the night.

But first and foremost they were tired. All three of them, even though Sherlock, of course, pretended that he wasn´t.

"There´s no way I´ll go to sleep when there are important things to do, John." He had replied to John´s insistence to come to bed and John had first groaned at that before a rather persistent yawn came to the surface again.

Sally had rolled her eyes at Sherlock´s antics and went to her box. Only a moment later she rose pretty quickly and before John could see what was happening, Sherlock let out a yell. The consulting detective found himself cuffed to the bed with one hand. Rubbing his left shin, he glared daggers at Sally, and John couldn´t help but laugh while Sally just shrugged.

"What? That´s the patented Donovan method of getting Sherlock Holmes to sleep."

"Kick his feet from under him and cuff him to bed?" John asked, still laughing and Sally nodded.

"Yep." She grinned and started to take off Sherlock´s shoes. "If you got a better method, I´m all ears."

John shock his head. "No, it's quite all right."

While Sherlock was literally pouting, Donovan made sure he took everything off but his shirt and boxers, before covering him with a blanket. She was just about to turn around but suddenly Sherlock´s free hand shot out and snatched her wrist. "Stay." Sherlock ordered rather than said and pulled her onto the bed, while giving John a pointed look to come as well. John made himself ready for sleep as well, and choose to lie down behind the dark haired men. To John´s surprise Sally complied, too, and soon they were all asleep.

#

When John awoke, the first thing he noticed was that there was something on his belly. Slowly opening his eyes he saw there was one arm of Sally´s and one of Sherlock´s, rather possessively thrown over him. Carefully looking around he noticed that a) it was 9:16 and therefore Donovan was already over one hour late for the Yard and b) that Sally was sleeping with her head on Sherlock´s right shoulder, while the curly haired man was lying on his back his arm around her.

He must somehow have gotten out of the cuffs during the night and instead of wandering off, like John would have suspected, he had stayed. That and they all had drifted together.

Grinning at that, John decided that Yard could wait. There was no way in hell he´d wake these two now.

It would be far more interesting to wait until they woke up themselves that way.

After two more hours they did indeed wake up. The sleeping position led to Sherlock grumbling about "sentiment" and "ridiculous" nearly the whole day. After trying to embarrass Sally again and making a few snide comments at John, John decided to ignore him for a while.

"No sentiment" his ass. Sherlock was going to have to learn to deal with this.

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So that´s the last chapter. There´s only an epilogue to follow... unless you guys want more in this universe? Let me know!