Okay folks, just as a warning...this chapter has a little bit of gore in it....Okay...a lot of gore...if you don't have the stomach for it...skip over it...
Chapter 12
Interlude
She smiled softly as she held the picture up. Yes, she had made a mistake, a big one. But Ellie had been so desperate, and it wouldn't do to let them know what she had done. Besides she needed to see how her experiment would do. And it had gone perfectly, just as she knew it would, though she hadn't expected the safeguards to be tested so much so soon.
Oh well. She had made Ellie pay dearly for her betrayal. Yes, and soon he would have to pay even more, when her baby was ready. Yes, soon he would not be able to hurt anyone else. But first, she had other matters to take care of. The rest of Ellie's punishment.
It took some time before Edith and Deidre could locate Gregson. When they did, Deidre was surprised to see him wearing a suit of that reflective material that effectively hid DNA. She was even more surprised however at the fact that he was coming from Dr. Canton's office. As she hid behind a shrub with the older woman, she wondered if they should follow him.
"Okay," Edith said softly once he was out of hearing range, "I'll keep following him, you go inside and see if you can tell what he was doing in there."
Deidre nodded, and as Edith moved off after the retreating figure, walked up to the deserted building. It wasn't that late, but the office had been closed for two hours already. Not that there would be any problem getting inside. Fortunately she still had that handy DNA mask that she had...borrowed...from New Scotland Yard. Opening the door proved simple and she slipped inside.
The interior of the clinic was dark, so she turned on her wrist light. She doubted there would be anything of interest in the waiting room, so she moved on to the examination room. Dr. Canton was a private physician and only the very rich could afford to come here, so he didn't need more than one room, since if anyone was truly ill they would be sent to the main hospital. To her disappointment the only thing turned up was a book that Tennyson had dropped the other day when he had been here. She quickly pocketed it after a quick debate over the wisdom of that move.
She went next to the file room, where again she found nothing of interest. Everything seemed to be in perfect order. That wasn't to say that the guy couldn't have copied whatever it was he was looking for. However, it would have been difficult to keep things in such order if he had gone through anything in here. Those gloves were too thick to do anything as fine as making sure nothing was out of place.
With a shrug she made her way to Dr. Canton's office. There were probably more sensitive files in there, and she was sure to find something. The door was again easy to open, but when she stepped inside, there was a strange smell in the air. A sort of sickly sweet smell. She reached for the wall switch to turn the lights on, and frowned when her fingers encountered something sticky and wet. She quickly flipped the switch and gasped at the splatters of red covering the wall.
Against her will, her eyes followed the gory trail down the wall to the floor and across to the otherside of the room. Propped sitting up against the oak desk like a hideous Halloween puppet was Dr. Canton.
Moriarty waited in the shadows outside the clinic, not really interested in what was going on except as an intellectual excercise. It was always good to know what your enemy did when not engaged in battle with you. He had been following the girl and woman since they had crossed in front of one of the many entrances to the Underground. Really he didn't know why he had. He was simply bored. When they had split up here, he had made the decision to stay, to see what the girl was doing.
Now he was beginning to wonder if this had been a waste of his time. After all, there really was no indication that she was working for Holmes this time. Then, a muffled scream rent the air. He frowned and moved quickly towards the building where it had come from, after checking to make certain no one else had heard it. It wouldn't do to have somebody recognize him.
After he let himself in the rediculously easy to break into door, he turned towards the area where the light was coming from. Moving swiftly, he reached what looked like the resident physician's office, and the source of the scream, as well as the cause.
The scent hit him first, blood with a mixture of vomit, which the girl was still evicting now. He covered his mouth and nose with his handkerchief, then gazed quickly around the room. A bloody trail ranged from the wall beside the door to the opposite side of the room, where a man's corpse sat propped up against a desk. A jagged gash split the man's throat from ear to ear, with blood clotted around it. His abdomen had also been slashed from one side to the other, letting the intestines fall out.
Moriarty ignored the girl who was still bent double by the wall, and walked over to the body. Rigor mortis had already set in, allowing the man's face to settle into a look of horror. He had most likely known he was going to die, the second before his throat was cut. A paint brush lay in the blood pooling around the corpse, the pattern of the bristles matched the pattern on the wall. Whoever had done this was trying to make a point.
Muffled sobbing interruped his assesment of the situation, and he looked back at the girl. The sound of ion engines and sirens wailing in the distance distracted him. It would be a shame if she were arrested for this. The police would use force first and ask questions later. It wasn't really too hard of a decision. He grabbed her by the arm, ignoring her startled protests and gasp of recognition. He pulled her out of the clinic and out of sight of the approaching cruisers.
Incredible. That was the only adjective that came to Lestrade's mind. The only word that even made it through her stunned mental processes. She had imagined kissing Holmes, both when she was younger, and even after he had been brought back to life. The sensations his lips caused was beyond anything even her fertile imagination could come up with. And this was just a kiss!
She tilted her head to give him better access and leaned into him, eliciting a groan. Her hands, possessing a mind of their own ran up his chest, over his shoulders and buried themsleves in his hair. He shifted his stance so that she was pulled closer to him, and ran one hand down her back while the other pressed her head to his. Her knees, already weak, gave out. He broke off the kiss and lifted her into his arms, the look in his eyes promising things.
An imperitive wail interrupted the passionate gaze, and he gently set her on the ground, his cheeks coloring with a blush. She wouldn't tease him about it though, since she was sure her own were just as bright. She walked over to the crib and lifted Jonathan out, after checking to see if he was wet or otherwise.
"Time for supper hun?" She cooed softly to him. The baby answered with a whimper. "Yes...Holmes could you...thanks." The great detective had already anticipated her question and handed the bottle to her. She looked up from the baby to find his eyes still full of that promise. She smiled and walked over to the sofa with Jonathan and sat down to start feeding him. Holmes sat beside her and put his arm around her shoulders. It was a Kodak moment. Too bad it wouldn't last forever.
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Chapter 12
She smiled softly as she held the picture up. Yes, she had made a mistake, a big one. But Ellie had been so desperate, and it wouldn't do to let them know what she had done. Besides she needed to see how her experiment would do. And it had gone perfectly, just as she knew it would, though she hadn't expected the safeguards to be tested so much so soon.
Oh well. She had made Ellie pay dearly for her betrayal. Yes, and soon he would have to pay even more, when her baby was ready. Yes, soon he would not be able to hurt anyone else. But first, she had other matters to take care of. The rest of Ellie's punishment.
It took some time before Edith and Deidre could locate Gregson. When they did, Deidre was surprised to see him wearing a suit of that reflective material that effectively hid DNA. She was even more surprised however at the fact that he was coming from Dr. Canton's office. As she hid behind a shrub with the older woman, she wondered if they should follow him.
"Okay," Edith said softly once he was out of hearing range, "I'll keep following him, you go inside and see if you can tell what he was doing in there."
Deidre nodded, and as Edith moved off after the retreating figure, walked up to the deserted building. It wasn't that late, but the office had been closed for two hours already. Not that there would be any problem getting inside. Fortunately she still had that handy DNA mask that she had...borrowed...from New Scotland Yard. Opening the door proved simple and she slipped inside.
The interior of the clinic was dark, so she turned on her wrist light. She doubted there would be anything of interest in the waiting room, so she moved on to the examination room. Dr. Canton was a private physician and only the very rich could afford to come here, so he didn't need more than one room, since if anyone was truly ill they would be sent to the main hospital. To her disappointment the only thing turned up was a book that Tennyson had dropped the other day when he had been here. She quickly pocketed it after a quick debate over the wisdom of that move.
She went next to the file room, where again she found nothing of interest. Everything seemed to be in perfect order. That wasn't to say that the guy couldn't have copied whatever it was he was looking for. However, it would have been difficult to keep things in such order if he had gone through anything in here. Those gloves were too thick to do anything as fine as making sure nothing was out of place.
With a shrug she made her way to Dr. Canton's office. There were probably more sensitive files in there, and she was sure to find something. The door was again easy to open, but when she stepped inside, there was a strange smell in the air. A sort of sickly sweet smell. She reached for the wall switch to turn the lights on, and frowned when her fingers encountered something sticky and wet. She quickly flipped the switch and gasped at the splatters of red covering the wall.
Against her will, her eyes followed the gory trail down the wall to the floor and across to the otherside of the room. Propped sitting up against the oak desk like a hideous Halloween puppet was Dr. Canton.
Moriarty waited in the shadows outside the clinic, not really interested in what was going on except as an intellectual excercise. It was always good to know what your enemy did when not engaged in battle with you. He had been following the girl and woman since they had crossed in front of one of the many entrances to the Underground. Really he didn't know why he had. He was simply bored. When they had split up here, he had made the decision to stay, to see what the girl was doing.
Now he was beginning to wonder if this had been a waste of his time. After all, there really was no indication that she was working for Holmes this time. Then, a muffled scream rent the air. He frowned and moved quickly towards the building where it had come from, after checking to make certain no one else had heard it. It wouldn't do to have somebody recognize him.
After he let himself in the rediculously easy to break into door, he turned towards the area where the light was coming from. Moving swiftly, he reached what looked like the resident physician's office, and the source of the scream, as well as the cause.
The scent hit him first, blood with a mixture of vomit, which the girl was still evicting now. He covered his mouth and nose with his handkerchief, then gazed quickly around the room. A bloody trail ranged from the wall beside the door to the opposite side of the room, where a man's corpse sat propped up against a desk. A jagged gash split the man's throat from ear to ear, with blood clotted around it. His abdomen had also been slashed from one side to the other, letting the intestines fall out.
Moriarty ignored the girl who was still bent double by the wall, and walked over to the body. Rigor mortis had already set in, allowing the man's face to settle into a look of horror. He had most likely known he was going to die, the second before his throat was cut. A paint brush lay in the blood pooling around the corpse, the pattern of the bristles matched the pattern on the wall. Whoever had done this was trying to make a point.
Muffled sobbing interruped his assesment of the situation, and he looked back at the girl. The sound of ion engines and sirens wailing in the distance distracted him. It would be a shame if she were arrested for this. The police would use force first and ask questions later. It wasn't really too hard of a decision. He grabbed her by the arm, ignoring her startled protests and gasp of recognition. He pulled her out of the clinic and out of sight of the approaching cruisers.
Incredible. That was the only adjective that came to Lestrade's mind. The only word that even made it through her stunned mental processes. She had imagined kissing Holmes, both when she was younger, and even after he had been brought back to life. The sensations his lips caused was beyond anything even her fertile imagination could come up with. And this was just a kiss!
She tilted her head to give him better access and leaned into him, eliciting a groan. Her hands, possessing a mind of their own ran up his chest, over his shoulders and buried themsleves in his hair. He shifted his stance so that she was pulled closer to him, and ran one hand down her back while the other pressed her head to his. Her knees, already weak, gave out. He broke off the kiss and lifted her into his arms, the look in his eyes promising things.
An imperitive wail interrupted the passionate gaze, and he gently set her on the ground, his cheeks coloring with a blush. She wouldn't tease him about it though, since she was sure her own were just as bright. She walked over to the crib and lifted Jonathan out, after checking to see if he was wet or otherwise.
"Time for supper hun?" She cooed softly to him. The baby answered with a whimper. "Yes...Holmes could you...thanks." The great detective had already anticipated her question and handed the bottle to her. She looked up from the baby to find his eyes still full of that promise. She smiled and walked over to the sofa with Jonathan and sat down to start feeding him. Holmes sat beside her and put his arm around her shoulders. It was a Kodak moment. Too bad it wouldn't last forever.
How was that?
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