That night Sherlock carefully unwrapped the bandages from his hands and was not surprised to find thin red lines and stitching crisscrossing his fingers. Flexing his hands he was mildly surprised however to see that his nails extended a bit farther out and retracted when he relaxed his hands.
He smirked. Blunted claws were still claws after all. He played with this until dawn came and he was ready to pounce.
As his handler placed his bowl on the ground to push it through the gap in the bottom of the bars he struck, grabbing the burly male by his thin hair and slamming him into the bars. A quick twist and grab of the brutes chin and Sherlock had him pressed against the bars with a broken neck. Looking up he caught Lexi's eyes and was warmed to see gratitude in them. Coming from the culture that she did, he knew that she understood the need for this sort of action sometimes. 'Okay?'
'Da. Ve need help. Go, ve vill be fine.'
Sherlock was quick to pull the handler's key card and deactivate the lock on his enclosure. Opening the door, he pulled the body into the cell and pulled off the long jacket that the Insane One made them wear. Pulling the brute's shock prod off of his belt, Sherlock stowed it in one of the coats pockets and the guard's key card in the other. Stepping out he tensed, this was the first time in four months that he could move freely and he was uncomfortable with the feeling of dread that curled in his belly. Checking the twins, he was gratified to find that they were still curled up around each other sleeping. The others were in various stages of wakefulness, but none showed disapproval for his actions. They each nodded to him as he checked each of them and murmured his promises to them all to be quick in fetching John, and his brother and his minions.
Turning he looked over his shoulder to see the smiles of the others and with a deep breath slipped the door on the opposite side of the hall from the lab.
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AN: Don't own anything but my own ideas