Chapter Ten
John and Lisbon sat at Cho's desk watching the duo work their brains out, it was fascinating to see. "We should get a shirt you know" Watson said turning toward Lisbon, "A shirt with the caption 'I work with a Braniac?'" Lisbon asked, "Exactly, and maybe another that says 'We think alike'" Watson added, Lisbon laughed heartily. It was nice how she took time to laugh, Jane is a lucky man John thought. Jane turned to the duo and winked at Lisbon, that same moment Abbott walked in looking like he had caught someone crushing his good fortune, "Lisbon what did you get Lark involved in, and you have five minutes to say it in such a way that I won't hand you over to the Vice President" Abbott said almost shouting, the FBI office was almost empty and his voice was amplified attracting the attention of other agents. "I don't understand sir" Lisbon replied standing up, "Is Lark missing?" John asked, "No dead" Sherlock replied calmly, "He talked, I was expecting this good news", "Good news?" Abbott asked, his temper a ticking time bomb, "Yes" Sherlock replied, "The problem about running an organization is this, no matter how brilliant you're, a tiny mistakes from a not so bright pawn, can split you organisation wide open to prying eyes, the same way I was able to break Moriaty's ring" Sherlock replied smiling, "And whats the goodnews there?" Abbott asked, Sherlock surpressed a universe of anger, was everyone this slow in their reasoning he wondered, "Well the thing is, Lark is a dumb pawn, he has made a mistake in talking, the leader of this organisation has to take him out, he has to show the others what happens when you disobey, this act would call in the CIA, and after such a stunt as Lark has pulled, it wont take them long to crack it wide open, so what would you do in such a situation, to prevent them from doing that?" Sherlock concluded, looking at Abbott then at Jane and then at his clasped hands, "I'll call my friends in the CIA and FBI" Lisbon answered, "Well the CIA we can't control, but the FBI we can", Abbott concluded turning to go, Sherlock just shook his head, "I know what you mean Sherlock, the guy we're tracking is his friend at the CIA" Jane remarked, " Lark should be labelled ten by my theory" Jane said, Sherlock turned and smiled wide, "Yes by all means, and his wife should be Getrams secretary, that's how they knew!", "But how did he know we had the prisoner?" Lisbon asked, "He told us the the American and British cells were disjoint", "That goes to show thay have a common leader, a very cunning man, a master of disguise, a genius planner, a great schemer, one would want to think it is Moriaty" Sherlock replied, Jane moved toward Lisbon and held her, "And now he knows about us, and what we are about to do" Jane said as if in a trance, Sherlock didnt quite get it, but Jane remebered deeply the effects Redjohn had on him, how he had taken Lisbon, the drawing on her face, Kristina Frye too and His family, the beginning of it all. He wasn't sure he was ready to go through all of it again, the intense strength it had taken him to battle Redjohn for 10 years, he was just beginning to regain, Sherlock however seemed ready and eager to take on this challenge to dive into this new battle, but that was natural, he was an intellectual and he hadnt lost anything to Moriaty, they were just professionals of competing professions, where as his was a gamble of happiness, one he was about to get into again, he wasnt strong, and was sure he couldn't protect Lisbon as he wished, except with his wits, something the other guy had in his arsenal too. "Everyone go home, we gather here by 6 am tomorrow, Sherlock, John, I got you a hotel, follow me" Abbott announced and began walking away, everyone following behind him, Sherlock turned back and looked at the hidden camera in the room, "I'll get you" he mouthed and continued walking.