Chapter 10. Interogation
Mycroft walked into the charming little waiting room and smiled gently at the little girl on the lap of the large uniformed Alpha. "Lieutenant Morgan, Jenny thank you for coming to see me at such notice"
Mycroft studied her unobtrusively; she looked like a different child to the emaciated damaged little one they had found in that disgusting cell. Her straight light brown hair shone, and gleamed in the little pony tail. Her skin was slightly tanned instead of that sickly pale colour. She wore a pretty little teal sundress that made her dark eyes sparkle, and the dainty little socks and matching teal shoes finished her outfit off. She looked loved, cared for and indulged. It was the way those children should always look, Mycroft thought with an uncharacteristic burst of emotion.
Jenny looked up from the brightly coloured picture book she had been reading with Sammy and smiled shyly at him before burying her face against her big brother. Sometimes she found it hard to remember that she had Sammy to look after her now, and the rest of his brother and his sisters and his Mummy and Daddy were now her brother and sisters and her Mummy and Daddy. Sometimes she needed that extra comfort of being close to him in case it was a dream and she was going to wake up and her chest was going to hurt and she was going to be hungry and no matter how hard Seren tried she couldn't make it better, but she knew Seren loved her and the rest of them so much and she still missed Seren, and the boys, it was like when one of her toothies hurted, it ached so bad sometimes, she wanted to cry. Maybe she'd get to see her Seren today. The Scary Alpha had promised when the boys left and they hadn't seen each other yet/
She whispered something that was muffled against her brother's chest and Sammy calmly repeated it as he stroked the little one's hair gently, making no effort to turn her to face the Mycroft. "She wants to know if Seren is here sir" his tone of voice didn't alter but Mycroft could see the wary concern in the young man's eyes.
"Not today Jenny, but you will see her soon, I promise" Mycroft soothed gently without taking his eyes away from the other Alpha.
He was not offering a challenge to the younger Alpha but neither was he backing down. Sammy knew something was up, he'd known since he had received the summons to Mycroft's office, and he wasn't stupid, he was there in uniform as one of Mycroft's men and as much as he wanted to crush the bastards that had hurt his little sister, and the other kids there was no way that he was going to allow her to be put into jeopardy and Mr Holmes had better realise it.
"I need your help little one" he asked and waited for her response. Sammy's eyes narrowed and his arm around the little girl's shoulders held her closer, whilst his free hand hanging down the side of the chair clenched into a white knuckled fist but Jenny was intrigued and seemed not to notice her adopted big brothers increasing tension, she pulled away from him slightly and peeped up at Mycroft with her wide dark eyes staring at him in fascination.
"You do?" she whispered
Mycroft knelt down to her level and looked straight into her sweet little face, ignoring the big Alpha.
"I know how brave you are and how much you love Seren and your brothers. I need you to do something to help Seren, and little Mattie and the twins. Do you think you can do that for me?"
Sammy's growl of displeasure had Jenny looking at him in worry, Mycroft refused to take his gaze away from the little girl and he did not get up from his kneeling position, knowing how vulnerable he would look to the other Alpha.
For interminable seconds as Jenny stared at her big brother and Sammy stared at the kneeling Alpha, Mycroft just waited. He knew he hadn't misjudged the young Alpha when Sammy let out a sigh, deliberately relaxed his shoulders and turned to Jenny with a sweet smile. "I know how brave you are baby girl, let's see if we can help Seren and the others shall we?" he asked gently and Jenny nodded at him slightly nervously but with determination. "I always helped Seren" she offered proudly.
Sammy's smile grew bigger as he stroked her hair.
"Sir, what do you want us to do?" Sammy asked Mycroft calmly.
Mycroft rose gracefully to his feet, and brushed at his trousers. "Thank you Lieutenant" he offered quietly and then continued in a firm voice
"Jenny, we are going to sit down and watch some pictures on the television and I want you to tell me if you recognise anyone. Would that be ok?" Jenny didn't answer just nodded her head as she studied him curiously.
"One last thing little one, you must remember that they are pictures and no-one can hurt you, you are safe here with your brother Sammy and with me. No one can hurt you again. You are safe" Mycroft used the Alpha compulsion in his voice unashamedly. He might need the little girl's help and it was going to upset her but he was not going to submit the child to anymore trauma if he could help it. She would know she was safe.
They walked into a larger office where the television was switched on, and Sammy recognised Detective Inspector Lestrade sitting at a table all alone in a bare bleak room. He seemed to be fiddling with some sort of recording device and there was a very dangerous expression on his face
"Silver looks cross" Jenny murmured as she was held in her brother's arms.
Mycroft looked at her with an amused smile "Silver Jenny?" he queried gently, and she pointed to the screen as if to make sure he understood, " Sammy" she pointed at her brother "Doctor John is Smiley" she rambled on as she watched the screen, fascinated that she could see someone she knew. Mycroft's smile grew, "And do I have a name Jenny?" he asked softly, she looked at him and she was sucking her thumb as she nodded wide eyed at him. Sammy gently pulled her thumb away from her mouth, "Now poppet you know you are not supposed to do that anymore, you have to leave room for dessert" he teased. She grinned at him and then turned back to Mycroft "Scary" she whispered and then tucked her head into Sammy's neck just as Mycroft smiled with amusement and Sammy hastily suppressed his own laughter.
Then the child stiffened in her brother's arms and the scent of her fear permeated the room. Sammy started to growl but stopped when Mycroft shook his head at him.
The two adults hadn't been focused on the TV screen and not heard or seen the entrance of another person into the room with DI Lestrade but Jenny had heard the complaining voice. She lifted her head and her whole body was trembling as she turned to face the television again. She took one look at the man sitting opposite Lestrade and she screamed then went limp in her brother's arms.
Mycroft switched off the television immediately, and Sammy was frantically trying to revive the child, whilst threatening Mycroft with everything from disembowelling to beheading him.
"Enough Morgan, this isn't helping the child to regain consciousness" Mycroft spoke sternly as if to an unruly brat instead of the dangerous soldier he knew him to be.
To Sammy's surprise and irritation, he calmed down at the stronger Alpha's words. He threw one last threatening glare at his boss and then focused on Jenny.
She opened her eyes and wept brokenly "Bad Alpha, bad Alpha", her little whimpers taking Sammy straight back to the facility and his memories of the terrified and abused children they had found.
"You are safe Jenny" Sammy repeated until the shuddering sobs slowed down and the little girl rested in exhausted misery.
They waited patiently for her to speak "Nasty Alpha took Ceri and she didn't come back. Annie, Beth and JoJo went too. Bad Alpha" the broken words were barely sentences but Mycroft nodded, his eyes gleamed with vicious satisfaction. The little one didn't know it but she had just ensured that Adam Roylott was his now.
His hand stroked the little one's head and his calm velvet voice told her how proud he was of her and that the bad Alpha would never hurt anyone she knew ever again.
Sammy looked at him in sudden shocked comprehension and there was a flare of deadly rage in his eyes as he looked at the blank TV screen and then back at Mycroft.
"May I be of assistance sir?" he asked quietly and dark pleasure lit his face when Mycroft smiled thinly at him "I think you have a vested interest in this too Lieutenant, now would you both excuse me for a moment I just have to make a quick call.
The Solicitor from the Crown Prosecution Service was pacing restlessly in Lestrade's office. He had watched the interview from the observation room with Dimmock and Donovan and had desperately wanted a different outcome but he knew it was useless and now he had to convince Lestrade of that. He finally stopped and looked at the Police officer regarding him hopefully from behind his desk
"I am sorry Detective Inspector but we simply do not have enough solid evidence to hold Roylott"
Lestrade snarled in frustrated fury at the Beta who held his hand up apologetically but firmly. "I want to see this bastard behind bars as well Lestrade but this will get nowhere in court, especially since he will draft so called character witnesses and he works for the Mayor. You need to get me something more tangible so that we can lock this one away for ever" he flexed his shoulders tiredly. "I tried everything I could think of Lestrade and even brainstormed with my colleagues because we want this one desperately, but the plain unvarnished truth is that no jury will convict an Alpha only on the say so of an adult omega, let alone an abused terrified omega child, and they will convince themselves that the young girl is confused and still traumatised." He gave a deep sigh as his eyes flickered over the rage and disappointment in the policeman's face. "I am truly sorry Greg but you need to release him now, we have no right to hold him any longer"
The DI turned away in disgust, he knew the CPS guy Wilkins was a good man, had a couple of daughters of his own and was normally more rabid about child abuse cases than his officers, he took chances that more than once paid off when he didn't think there was strictly enough evidence so for him to turn round and say no to this one was a real blow. He thanked him quietly, he could see for himself how badly Wilkins felt about the situation and as the CPS man left, he gestured for one of his officers to make the necessary arrangements to release the suspect. He couldn't go back into the interview room without wanting to smack that evil git into tomorrow. Disbelief, anger and depression kept him at this desk for long moments, until he pulled his personal mobile from his pocket and stared at it. It wouldn't do for this message to be sent on an official police phone. He typed slowly but without hesitation "He's all yours"
He stared at the message, his finger hovering over the send button. He didn't want it to be this way. He wanted those kids to have justice, transparent and obvious and inexorable so that if any bastard ever thought about doing something like that again, they would know what was going to happen to them. That they couldn't get away with it.
The other way, Mycroft's way was too opaque, too secretive, not enough of a warning to others but he had no other option now did he? And if it meant the choice between Mycroft's methods or that bastard walking free, then it was no choice at all. And he be damned if he was going to cry over spilt milk on this one. Mycroft had the power to deal with it. Lestrade's forefinger pressed the send button savagely.
Mycroft Holmes read the first message "He will be released as instructed Sir" and smiled with satisfaction. His call to the Crown Prosecution Service earlier had yielded the results he wanted.
Then a scant seven minutes later, he received Gregory's text. He looked at it almost sadly for a moment; he knew what it had cost Gregory to send that message, but he refused to allow himself to feel any guilt. His mate would uphold the law, and would not be able to get all the information they needed from the Alpha because he had to play nicely.
Mycroft on the other hand, had never played nicely in his life, he always played to win and there were scores to settle that had absolutely nothing to do with legality and justice and everything to do with retribution and of course there was always the overriding concern of national security.
The memory of the bodies of the children they had found, the physical and emotional state of the traumatised survivors, the sound of little Jenny's scream and for each time his daughter, and to all intents and purposes she was his daughter now, had a nightmare or flinched from them because they were Alphas, and for the look on his mate's face when the child had run from him in terror, they would pay. Each and every one of those responsible for that evil would know suffering before he allowed them to die, if he ever allowed them to die. He had once foolishly told Sherlock that caring was not an advantage, years before they had both met their mates. He had learnt the error of his ways. He also knew that he was not a particularly civilised man for all the polite trappings and circumspection he preferred to operate in. Sometimes the depth of his own capacity for cold callous actions made him uneasy but there was no unease when it came to what was going to happen to Adam Roylott.
His fingers flew over the keyboard of his phone and he pressed the send button.
The blonde haired Alpha strode out of the police station with a satisfied smirk. He would have to make contingency plans but if that's all those pathetic cops had was the testimony of some stupid little omega brat, then he really had nothing to worry about.
He had been assured that most of the witnesses had been dealt with, before the compound was breached, with only a few that had escaped the solution being monitored as part of their risk management. They would be dealt with accordingly should that particular group become a liability. Unlikely, because measures had been taken during the training to safeguard certain information. The use of the pain blocks of course when they tried to remember anything which could jeopardise the mission.
And of course there was also their little "Star", their most promising trainee. Her potential was enormous which is why she and her little cellmates had been left alive. They fully intended to retrieve her at the right time.
He would put in a few calls; he had his share of the money stashed away safely in enough off shore accounts that they would never be able to trace it. He just had to decide where to go and enjoy himself for the next few years until the heat died down a little. A shame really, his position with the Mayor had proved useful to the organisation and although their flagship operation had been closed down, it hadn't been the only one. The facility in Cuba could be an interesting possibility for a man of his particular talents.
He sighed with irritation; he had been brought to the station in the back of a police car with all the sirens wailing because of that bloody beta bitch, he would now have to get a taxi back to the Mayor's office. What he wouldn't give for five minutes along with that Sergeant so that she learnt her place. He broke off his pleasurable musings as he saw the black luxury saloon pull up in front of him and the chauffeur get out and open the door. Well thank god for that, the Mayor must have sent a car for him, but they didn't normally use this type of vehicle. No matter he could do with some luxury after being stuck in that dingy interview room with those moronic cops.
He gave the chauffeur a nod of acknowledgement and stepped into the vehicle with its blacked out windows. As he stared in confusion at the elegant Alpha in the classic form fitting three piece suit, an umbrella resting carefully by right knee, he felt a sudden sharp stabbing pain in his neck, and as he floated towards unconsciousness he heard the words
"Good day Mr Roylott, my name is Mycroft Holmes, I am so pleased to make your acquaintance, we have such a lot to talk about."
AN: Another cliff hanger. Mycroft is so Mycroft in this one. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think.
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