One More Time
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One More Time
Twenty-Nine: Reinchenback II
'Gasp' Lestrade woke up and looked around, his wife was not there and part of him knew that she had not come home. Another part told him, that he didn't really care. He looked around and saw that he was not in Dale surrounded by the grandchildren Bran and Tilda gave him. No he was in his room in the house that meant absolutely nothing to him. He rose from the bed and sat on the edge of it, wanting to get his memories all calm. The few things that came to mind were:
'His children were with him all three of them.'
'Three people were missing, Thranduil, Legolas and Tauriel'
He knew that, they wouldn't go by these names though he remembered to name his kids the same. His past was coming and one name came out.
'Joan.'
She was in danger, but at the same time he didn't know. He remembered Smaug he is the one that killed him and he laughed because in this life he was the Consulting Detective that was a pain in his ass. The thing he needed to know is if he was safe.
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Joan was not happy, Moriarty had come out scot free of the entire thing and it told her one thing, this man whoever she remembered him being had too much power. She had no idea he was on his way to her and Sherlock's home.
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Sherlock was waiting for him, the man that made Joan worry so much. He played his violin as he had come inside.
"Most people knock, but I guess you're not most people." he said. "Kettle's just boiled."
"Johann Sebastian would be appalled." Moriarty said getting an apple. "May I?'
"Please." Sherlock said as he sat on Joan's chair.
"You know, while he was on his deathbed Bach, he heard his son at the piano playing one of his pieces. The boy stopped before he got to the end.
"And the dying man jumped out of his bed to finis—"
"Couldn't cope with an unfinished melody." Moriarty said.
"Neither can you. It's why'd you come."
"But be honest, your just a tiny bit please." Moriarty said.
"What with the verdict?"
"Me?" Moriarty said. "Back on the streets, every fairy-tales needs an old-fashioned villain."
"You need me or your nothing." He said drinking his tea. "Because we're just alike you and I." Sherlock felt something, a memory when Joan was with him in their other life something he sensed. something dark but much more precious.
"Except your boring, you're on the side of the angels."
"You got to the jury of course." Sherlock said getting his tea.
"I got into the Tower of London and you don't think I can't into 12 measly hotel rooms." Moriarty mocked him.
Moriarty began to tell him about getting into the hotel rooms through their networks and the pressure points. 'Everyone has someone they want to protect.' Moriarty had told him.
"Burn me?" Sherlock asked.
"Oh, that's the problem, the final problem." Moriarty said. "Have you worked out, what it is yet."
"What's the final problem? I did tell you." Moriarty said. "But did you listen." He sing-songed. Sherlock was looking at him trying to figure it.
"How hard do you find it, how to say I don't know?"
"I don't know."
"Oh, that's clever that's very clever." Moriarty said. "Speaking of clever have you told your little friends yet."
"Told them what?"
"Why I broke into all those places and never took anything?"
"No."
"But you know?"
"Obviously."
"Of you go than."
"You want me to tell you, what you already know?" Sherlock asked Moriarty.
"No I want you to prove, that you know it."
"You didn't take anything because you don't need to."
"Good."
"You'll never need to take anything ever again."
"Very good, because."
"Because nothing , nothing in the Black of England, the Tower of London or Pentonville Prison could possibly match the value of the key that could get you into all three."
"I can open any door anywhere with a few tiny lines of computer code." Moriarty said. "No such thing as a private bank account now, they're all mine. No such thing as secret. I won secrecy."
Moriarty began telling him about the key and how he could blow up NATO in alphabetical order, that he looked great in a crown. All Sherlock could think about, was another 'Ring of Power' this one as deadlier than the past.
"I just like seeing them compete to see, who Daddy loves best." Moriarty told him. "Aren't ordinary people adorable, well you should know you have Joan?"
Sherlock look at him, he couldn't let him get near Joan.
"I should get myself a live in one."
"Why are you doing all of this?"
"It's so funny."
"You don't want money or power, not really. What is it all for?"
"I want to solve the problem. Our problem. The final problem." he said. "It's going to start very soon, Sherlock. The fall, but don't be scared falling is just like flying except there's a more permanent destination."
"I never liked riddles."
"Learn too, because I owe you a fall Sherlock." Moriarty said standing up a well. "I owe you."
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2 Months Later
Durin Manor
Thomas was not exactly happy, but at the same time he was.
"You are both telling me, that you got your memories a long time ago." He said to his nephews.
"Yes, Uncle." Phillip said.
"Why did you not tell me?" Thomas asked.
"What would you have told us, without thinking us insane?" Kili asked.
"Is as if we asked, why you act like you had been tortured when we know you haven't." Phillip said and Thomas didn't say anything.
"I would have believed you."
"No you wouldn't." Phillip said. "Our relationship was good, but in our other life it went to shit, you expect it us to suddenly tell you that we got our memories back. When all we remember is us moving out of the Mountain to be with the woman we loved."
"I apologized." Thorin said.
"It doesn't make it any better than or now." Kili said.
"Like we told you before we forgive you, but we do not forget what you did before." Phillip said. "We are trying not to let our past defined us in a way, Kili and I have Sigrid and Tauriel."
"Things are changing for all of us." Kili said.
"Just tell me something and tell me the truth." Thorin said.
"What is it?" Phillip asked.
"Do you know where Bella is?" Thomas asked. Phillip and Kilian looked at each other, they both wanted to lie but they knew it was enough.
"Yes."
"Will you tell me?" Thomas asked.
"We can't, Bella is close but she is doing what you should Uncle."
"She has someone? She forgot me?"
"I think you will find that she is not like the little Hobbit we found in the Shire, Bella is changed and a very strong woman."
"I will not ask you to give me her location." Thomas said because he was going to find her, now he knew what his nephews were not telling him. Bella had her memories and he just needed to speak with her one more time.
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Greenleaf Home
"I still don't know; why you can't represent me?" Lestrade asked Garrett. He had finally found them; it hadn't been hard with Sigrid showing him a picture of her family friend. He still couldn't believe he hadn't notice.
"It would be a conflict of interest, Gregory." Garrett told him. He was excited having the man back with him. They hadn't done anything Garrett would not be the other woman and Greg would not let him become that either.
"But it will be done soon."
"As soon as, Elrohir can get it done." Garrett said.
"I'm worried about Joan."
"I've never seeing her happier, truly."
"I don't know what to think of him."
"You know him now and you know he wouldn't put her in danger." Garrett said.
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Joan was not entirely happy, as she had been kidnapped by Mycroft again. She had made a scene in the front of the room to get to him and she didn't really care.
"Tradition Joan, our tradition defined us."
"So total silence is traditional; you can't even say pass the sugar."
"With all of the diplomatic service and half the government front bench all sharing one tea trolley? Is for the best believe me." He said. "They don't want a repeat of 1972, but we can talk in here."
"You read this stuff?" Joan said getting the newspapers.
"Caught my eye."
"Mmm-hmm."
"Saturday they are doing a big expose." Mycroft told her. Joan looked at the paper and saw the woman in the photo of who would be doing the article.
"I'd love to know where she got her information." Joan said.
"Someone called Brook, recognize the name?"
"School friend, maybe?" Joan said and Mycroft laugh.
"Of Sherlock's." Mycroft said.
"But that's not why I asked you here." He said getting a file.
"Who is that?"
"Don't know him?"
"Nope, haven't seen his face before?"
"He's taken a flat down in Baker Street two doors from you."
"Hm... I was thinking of doing a drinks night with the neighbors." Joan told him.
"I'm not sure you'll want too." Mycroft said. "Sulejmani, Albanian hit squad. Expertly train killer, living less than 20 feet from your front door."
Joan looked at the photo and the face of an Orc appeared in her mind, she didn't react and if she did Mycroft would think it was for the information he had giving her. He began to tell her names and information, she kept seeing faces. The fact that four assassins had moved to 221B away from them.
"Finished."
"We both know, what's coming Joan. Moriarty has sworn to destroy his only rival."
"So you want me to watch out for your brother, because he won't accept your help."
"If it's not too much trouble." Mycroft said and Joan felt the air go out of her lungs for a bit. She didn't even notice until Mycroft sat her back down.
"I'm fine." Joan said getting up and leaving.
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Joan arrived home and she opened the weird envelope but she had a bigger fish to fry, she knew who Moriarty was or had been.
"Sherlock, I need—"she didn't get to finish as she saw Lestrade and Donovan in the flat.
"What is going on?"
"Kidnapping." Sherlock told her.
"Rufu Bruhl the Ambassador of the U.S."
"He's in Washington isn't he?"
"Not him, his children." Greg told him, as shiver went up Joan's spine.
"Max and Claudette aged seven and nine—"Greg told them and how Donovan on how they wanted the Reinchenback Hero.
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They had gone to find the children; it had not been good for Anderson. Sherlock had figured out that the boy had left them a trail.
"How did he get past CCTV if all the doors were locked?" Joan asked.
"He walked in when they weren't locked."
"A stranger cannot just walk into a school like that."
"Anyone can walk in anywhere if they pick the right moment." Sherlock told her. 'Or if they have something to hide them."
"If that is a dig at me, you know what I was wearing?" Joan told him, than she remembered but something in Sherlock told her not to say anything.
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"I'm really sorry about this Molly." Joan told her. They had ruined Molly's plans to go on a lunch date. Sherlock brought chips and Joan promised herself to buy her food.
"He was rather cute." Molly told Joan. Weirdly she had begun to look at Joan differently but she had also noticed something with Sherlock. So, when Joan and Sherlock were separated for the time.
"What do you mean, I owe you?" Molly asked him. "You said, 'I owe you', you were muttering while you were working."
"Nothing." Sherlock answered.
"You're a bit like my Dad, He's dead, oh sorry."
"Molly please don't feel the need to make conversation. It's not really your area."
"When he was dying, he was always cheerful; he was lovely, except when he thought no one could see, Thorin was just the same, when I couldn't see him for him it was guilt more than pain." Molly said and Sherlock turned to her in shock. "I saw them once they looked sad."
"Molly."
"You look sad. When you think she can't see you?" Molly said she seemed to forget the last part she said. "Are you okay, and don't just say you aren't because I know what that means, looking sad when no one can see you."
"You can see me."
"I don't count." Molly said, Sherlock looked at her. "I want her to find her happiness, it's ironic that I confused you, what I'm trying to say is if there is something I can help you with, anything at all, count on me."
"But, what can I need from you?"
"I don't know honestly, you could say thank-you."
"Thank-you."
Sherlock was looking at Molly as she had left; Joan was looking at the photographs and noticed something.
"Sherlock, this envelope was left in her trunk."
"Hmm."
"There was another one."
"What?"
"On our doorstep—"Joan said walking to her jacket. "Found it today, yes look at that." she said bringing it to Sherlock.
"Look at that exactly the same seal."
"Bread-crumbs."
"Uh-huh."
"A little trace of bread crumbs and a hard copy of fairy tales, two children led into the forest by a wicked Father follow a little trail of bread crumbs."
"That's Hansel and Gretel." Joan told him. "What sort of kidnapper leaves clues?"
"The sort that likes to boast. The sort that things this is all a game." Sherlock said. "He sat on our flat and he said these exact words to me: all fairy tales need a good old-fashioned villain."
"The fifth substance it's all part of the tale, the witch's house."
"It was made of candy or chocolate." Joan said and they both left the place and went straight to Scotland Yard.
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They had found the children in an abandon factory in Addlestone, they also found out that the killer had been feeding them Mercury with the chocolate. What they didn't expect was the child screaming when Sherlock went inside to ask questions.
"It makes no sense."
"The kid is traumatize." Greg said. "Something about Sherlock reminds her of her kidnapper."
"What's she said?"
"Hasn't uttered another syllable." Donovan said.
"And the boy?"
"No, he's unconscious. Still in intensive care." Lestrade said. "Don't let it get to you, I always feel like screaming when you walk into a room. In fact so do most people."
"Brilliant what you did finding those kids by just the footprints." Donovan told him. "It's really amazing."
"Thank-you."
"Unbelievable." Donovan said. Sherlock walked away going toward Joan.
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"A footprint that's all he had." Donovan said as she was looking at the evidence.
"You know, what he is like CSI Baker Street." Greg told her.
"Only he could have found the evidence and then the girl screams her head off, when she sees him." Donovan said. "A man she has never seen before. Unless she had seen him before."
"What are you trying to say?" Greg asked but he knew, because it was a question he had been asking himself. Can an old Dragon be good?
"You know what my point is you just don't want to think about it." Donovan told him.
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Durin Manor
Thomas was looking through his nephew's laptop and he should feel guilty but he was on his final thread. He wouldn't ask about Bella but still needed to find her. He opened a link on his history somewhere Kili seemed to be a lot on. He opened the page to see the green and white screen and he read.
'The Blog of Dr. Joan Watson.'
He scrolled down and hit the picture and froze for he knew who this person was.
"Bella."
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