I see you
Chapter 11
Greg arrived late that afternoon back at the office. His mind working overtime. What the hell was Duncan doing at the hospital? Trying to finish what he started? Finding out what she knew? Try to kill her?
Duncan was a very dangerous man and he needed to do everything he possibly can to make sure he doesn't hurt Mona or any other girl ever again.
He had a quick meeting with Bradbury to let him know that protection had arrived and to be informed and then told him about Duncan's visit.
They both agreed, that doesn't sound like anything good. Greg didn't tell him about David, he wanted to, but didn't. He can't really justify it and there is no guarantee that he would understand or agree to it.
The rest of the day was spent in a lot less dramatic way than what he spent his morning. The only thing that he can truly say is different is the fact that he was even more aware that there were eyes on him, it made him feel almost trapped in his space. He knew about one person that keeps an eye on him, whoever Mycroft assigned to him, but he was certain, he felt it, someone else was watching him. As towards his car he picked up his phone and dialled.
"Dr. Lambeth."
"Tallulah, its Greg."
"Greg, what do you want?" He could hear the tiredness in her voice, probably overworking. Well that was too bad, everyone works hard and everyone is tired.
"Did you hear we found Mona?"
"Yes, I was informed of this it is great news. Did she tell you who kidnapped her, so you could get over your ridiculous obsession with Duncan?"
Greg rolled his eyes in frustration and anger. Some people, he can understand Sherlock's irritation with them, only sometimes. Sighing he walked to his car.
"It's not an obsession if I'm wrong, and no, she hasn't talked yet, as she is terrified. Did you know that he came to see her in the hospital?"
"Who?"
"Your boyfriend."
"No, but it doesn't mean anything."
"Yeah, he is such a good man, he always go visit strangers in the hospital and brings them flowers. When was the last time he brought you flowers?"
The line was quiet and he knew he hit a sore spot, she had no comeback for that line, and the he didn't know whether he should feel a littlie guilty or not. So he didn't do anything.
"I'm not playing this game with you Greg, she is a student, it could be that he just cares." Tallulah was firm and to the point.
"Oh I agree, students are all just a close knit family, just have to think back to our past"
"Greg, this isn't a time for sarcasm." Greg sighed, she was right, he had a job to do, and needed to get to the point.
"You're right, listen when was the last time you saw him?"
"Excuse me?"
"The last time you saw him?"
"Yesterday."
"How did he seemed?"
"We had a fight."
"About?" Greg looked up, that was very interesting, the usual calm and calculated man was angry and agitated, the night Mona escaped. His instincts were on high alert.
"Greg that is personal, I don't ask you about your relationship with your partner."
"That is true, but my partner is not a…..he didn't finish the sentence, he cant tell her what he really think.
"A what...? murderer?"
"Well you said it. Listen just tell me, was it strange? Did you have fights a lot?" he could hear her taking a moment, his words hit a small nerve.
"Tallulah, please."
"It was the first time that I've seen him like that, he was furious, and he didn't want to tell me what was wrong, he just didn't want talk. I was a bit surprised at all this in fact. And then this morning he was happy and very apologetic, promised me that he would make it up to me and everything was going to be okay." Greg stopped at his car his hand next to keyhole, the key standing out. This was bad and good, bad because that meant Duncan is not always in control as he should be, and good because that can be used against him.
"Okay, thank you. I got to go. Ill talk to you later okay, let me know as soon as something seems off to you."
"I will think about it." The line went dead. Greg looked at the phone and pocketed it. Strange how people can change.
He spend the night alone, Mycroft called earlier to say he was in a long distance conference which meant he had no real distraction, but to sit back and stew on his emotions and thoughts about Duncan.
The day was spend in the usual way first at the school he was supposed to be, then the afternoon filling in paperwork. It was just before his shift ended that his team received a call out. A simple open and shut domestic case. Still taking enough time to make things difficult in allowing them to get home on time.
By nine he was finally able to make it home, he was tired, hungry and longed to speak to Mycroft, they hardly had a chance to speak since the day before, although Mycroft did texted him more often than normally. A long shower, or bath and he would be good to go, after a few days of this campaign stuff, he was able to pretty much wing and reuse most of his material for presentations. His phone rang while he was in the car. It was a private number which probably meant that Mycroft was calling him from the office.
"Lestrade?"
"Detective Lestrade?" The voice was unfamiliar, yet strong. His heart skipped a beat, did something happened to Mycroft? Cant be, Anthea would call him immediately, not a stranger.
"Yes."
"My name is Lucas, I am calling on behalf of Mr. Holmes, I am his driver, it is quite unfortunate, the car he usually drives has broken down, and instead of waiting for a replacement to be sent out, he asked me to call you to pick him up. He is at the Diogenes club, he will wait outside for you as you are in the near area."
Greg frowned, why on earth would he asked the driver to call? What about Anthea or more importantly, why wouldn't he text himself or call?
"I'm sorry Lucas, where is Mycroft, and why isn't he calling me himself?"
"Oh, he is on a call sir, with his security, about the car, there was an attempt made on breaching the car, and he needs to give his report, before me you see. So while he is calling, I'm calling you before I need to go in and give my report."
Greg didn't really listen after he hear attempt and breach, he immediately started to panic and was already driving faster to Mycroft's location. What happened to him and worry that Mycroft was okay, was enough to transfer his worry and paranoia from the call to Mycroft.
"Is he okay?" Greg blurted out.
"Oh yes sir. Can I tell Mr. Holmes you are on your way?"
"Yes. I'm about five minutes away, can I talk to him? Is he still on the call?"
"Yes sir, wait hold on sir, he wants to say something quickly…" there was a footsteps and then he heard Mycroft's voice. "Gregory? Ill talk to you soon."
"Mycroft wait….are you okay?" Mycroft!" there was some noise and then Lucas came back on the line.
"Sorry about that sir, he is back on the phone again."
"I'm almost there." Greg hang up the phone and turned into the right street. As he came closer he noticed that the entrance was quiet and dark, there was no car. Feelings of suspicion and worry he picked up his phone and dialed.
It rang twice before it was answered. Just as he came to a stop in front of the building and switched off his car.
"Gregory what a surprise, are you on your way home?"
"What, no, I'm here to pick you up, your driver called…." Greg voice trailed off as he closed his eyes. It was a trap, and he walked into it.
"What are you talking about? What do you mean my driver called?" Mycroft asked in a rush, his voiced filled with tension and worry. Greg looked around.
"You didn't let Lucas call me?"
"Who is Lucas?" Greg swallowed, 'shit'
"Mycroft, find me."
"Gregory…"
"Someone called me, saying you were at the Diogenes, an attempt was made on your car, and you needed me to pick you up, I'm here and its dark. I think I just walked into a trap."
"Get out of there. Now!" Mycroft cried out and Greg didn't waste time in switching his car back on, only it didn't want to switch on. The car was dead.
"I cant. The car is dead."
"What do you mean..." the line went dead. Greg held the phone to see the phone was cut off, there was no signal. That was impossible, he didn't move. He was so concentrated he never noticed that when the car died, the central locking system, unleashed and the car was unlocked. He didn't saw the man walking toward the car and opened the door until it was to late.
"What the…" he turned around to look at who opened the door when something was sprayed into his face, it overwhelmed his senses immediately and he was unconscious in less than a minute, the phone fell out of his hands, as he slumped over.