CHAPTER 14. UNSAID

"You lied to me? No don't answer that. I already know the answer why did I even-" DI Lestrade turned to his mate, eyes narrowed, hands on his hips. "You bastard. How could you let me think this was my fault, that I could have prevented this. And the whole time-and what about John!? What does he say about all this?"

"John's been taken."

"Taken?" Lestrade whirled around to glare cooly at his brother in law. His very much alive brother in law. Bastard. Didn't he know that every night for the past three years he was reliving the nightmare of receiving the news, the news that Sherlock bloody Holmes had committed suicide.

Finding out the worst, then the funeral. All the children they blamed him, hated him. He felt the guilt every time Sherrinford had been brought into the police station, and he had to smooth things over to keep it off the kid's record. The way his nephew glared at him coldly with such anger.

Not to mention Sherrinford Holmes looked so much like his father, his dead Alpha father. So it was easier to let that great chasm between them grow wider, because Greg Lestrade Holmes couldn't bare to look at his own nephew. It hurt too much. Their pack was divided, and Mycroft, his mate could have mended this great burden. He could have stopped the children from moving from 221B, from cutting ties with everyone except Harry and then changing their last name. He wondered how the great ego maniac Sherlock Holmes would take that hit. Because Mycroft had not taken it well at all, in fact he and John had a great row about it.

Greg had stood back for that one, John wasn't even acknowledging him, yes because John blamed him too. And Greg could never blame the man for that after all, John did almost die and he would have taken Enola with him.

John almost died , he almost lost Enola, a niece that Greg didn't even know because his presence brought the children to growling and anxiety. He failed their father, he could have helped but instead he had come to their home to arrest Sherlock that night, before the fall.

The twins might not recall it all in detail but he knew Ford did, he knew very well that Ford would never forget that night.

Now he had failed his family once more, failed John and the children.

"By Moriarty." Sherlock growled. "Can we save the self loathing and marital resolutions for a later date. "

"You bastard." Greg snapped. "You BASTARD!"

"It seems to be the choice word of the night." Sherlock hissed. " I cant waste more time on this not now. I have a lead on Moran, will you help me Greg. "

Mycroft didn't object he could see what his brother was trying to do.

"You broke a bond Sherlock. You broke it with your children and mate. It nearly killed him and it's probably the reason Enola doesn't speak. I'll help you find John, I'll do that but we are going to talk about this."

Sherlock tensed sensing Greg was winding up for something, his posture had changed and fists were curling and uncurling. The Alpha detective expected to be punched but instead to his shock his brother in law wrapped his arms around him and embraced him tightly.

"You bastard!"

Mycroft stepped out of the room and allowed his mate and brother to discuss their next actions. He answered Sherrinford's call, hearing something in the youngman's usually dismissive voice. It was humor, he sounded happy almost.

"Tommy boy found our dear rebellious Lori. We did run into a bit of trouble. Seems to be what we Watson and Holmes tend to bring on ourselves."

"Is everyone safe? Where are you?"

"Calm down Uncle, everyone's fine. Thomas might need you to uh, take care of the idiot he left bleeding outside the coffee shop. "

Mycroft's felt the tension leave him, "It will be. And there will not be any marks on his record for this."

"Of course not Uncle, wouldn't want our future cousin in law to bring the family anymore shame then it already has marking it."

"Please Sherrinford return to the house, I've alerted my men to prepare an transport of everyone to a safer location. We will be joining you at a later time. I have several armed men from MI6 coming to escort-"

"I get it Uncle. I get it-"

"Is that Alex?" Greg growled behind Mycroft.

"No, Gregory it's young Sherrinford updating us on the Lawrence situation. It seems Constable Hart has located our nephew and will be escorting both nephews back to the house. Is it fair to say he is now officially off for the night."

"Like you need my permission to make that happen." Greg shook his head in disgust. He turned then to his resurrected brother in law "Lead the way." Without a goodbye the two were heading in the opposite direction that Mycroft would be.

The older Holmes felt the strain on his bond, it had become fragile and taut these last three years. This might just be the last pull to make it snap.

"Uncle?"

"Yes, my boy. I will have it all arranged. Just let the constable know he is off duty, officially. He is to escort you two back to my home. I'll text Harriet and update her as well."

"Right." Sherrinford wanted to say more, Mycroft could hear the lingering hesitation in his silence but the elder Alpha smiled sadly.

"Be safe my boy. Please let Alex and Moira know that we will be joining them shortly."

Sherrinford rung off and Mycroft thought he should have allowed his nephew to say what was on his mind. Perhaps he would have apologized for the venomous last three years. Or perhaps he would have only ripped into the British Government viciously for hiding the truth from the family for so long. Either way the head of the Holmes family wished to hear none of this. He too had to focus, his family's safety needed tending to.

Later they could try and put pieces of this shattered bonds back together, if that was possible.

It wouldn't be too long after that he would receive a coded text message from an agent of MI6.