When the black car pulled up to a halt in front of John and Mary's apartment, the sky was the pale pink of a new dawn. The car door opened to reveal a man dressed in a dark suit, a pair of reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
As he walked up to the door he could hear the roar of arguing voices and the smashing of fragile objects. His lips curved in a sinister smile as he pushed his glasses further up his nose and read. By god there was a lot to read about the two figures he could just make out through the small window of the house. John Watson and Alexandra Gale Rose Abbott - more commonly know as Mary Mostan. My my she had been a naughty girl, so many people: so much innocent blood on her hands. He watched with an almost childish glee as John picked up a large traveling case and tried to leave, but a stubborn Alex was refusing to let him go.
The man clucked his tongue in disapproval, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"Leaving so soon Dr Watson? Where would be the fun in that?" He asked the glass in a low monotone.
It was at that exact moments when the group set in. Men and women dresses in black garments flung themselves at John and Alexandra. Quickly and easily taking them both out with a shot of animal tranquilizer. It was all very neat. They hadn't even had a chance to shout in surprise. Once both targets were down, a middle aged man opened the front door and nodded respectfully towards the man who had been gazing through the window.
"Mr Magnussen, it's done. We will move the male to the intended destination." The mans voice was a low growl as he spoke.
"Good, I have the utmost faith in you and, of course, your partner." Charles Augustus Magnussen said, smirking at the blond man in front of him.
He returned the smirks, making the scars on his face stand to attention against his, now permanently, tanned skin.
"Oh don't worry we will take excellent care of Dr Watson."
The blond haired man began to turn before pausing. Glancing back at Magnus over his shoulder, the scared faced man asked in his growling voice,
"What will we do with the woman?"
Magnus pretended to ponder for a moment before answering,
"Leave her"
The blond man raised his eyebrow, looking as if he were about to object, but then seemed to think better of it, pressing his mouth into a grim line. He gave Magnus a curt nod before walking back into the house to finish the job. Of course Magnus wanted to leave Alexandra, he wanted Sherlocks attention and the quickest way to do that was leave a scene, with a hot trail to follow. Which brung Magnus to the second part of his plan. Taking out a mobile phone from his pocket, Magnussen typed up a quick message and pressed the send button,
Tick Tock, Mister Holmes
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There, that was sure to attract the youngest Holmes attention. It was too bad that while Sherlock would be, undoubtably, looking for him, Magnussen, in the end, wouldn't have his precious John. No Dr Watson would be with someone worse, much worse than Charles Augustus Magnussen. The chase was on but would Sherlock be able to find John in time? Now that was something Magnussen highly doubted. Magnussen stayed long after the group dressed in black had left with an unconscious Dr Watson. He stayed out of sigh as he waited to see if their plan would work but he already knew the answer. Less than an hour had passed before the consulting detective showed up, looking rather on edge, only to find a rather hysterical looking Alexandra waiting at the front steps. After a moment the two made their way into the house, but just before the door closed Charles heard one word escape the detectives lips,
"Magnussen."
The door shut and Magnussen smiled, a rather reviling smile, as he walked away. Getting into the black car, that was parked at the end of the street, he breathed the words,
"Check, Mr Holmes."