A Silent End To Belgravia

A Silent Flight

Sat in the back of yet another, sleek black car, Rose sat next to her boss and friend, phone out as she typed a text to John.

On our way to flight 007

Meet us there? Will

explain properly later.

RS

Ignoring her, Sherlock simply complained. "There's going to be a bomb on a passenger jet. The British and American governments know about it, but rather than expose the source of their information their going to let it happen."

"The plane will blow up anyway?" Rose asked, putting her phone away, a frown creasing her forehead.

"Coventry all over again." Sherlock replied in a dark voice. "The wheel turns, nothing is ever new."

Rose didn't bother asked what Coventry was, assuming it was a similar case. How could they let all those people die? She thought, knowing that who ever was on the scene of the wreckage would have to find bodies or they wouldn't believe the whole story.

The rest of the car ride was silent, Sherlock thinking only god knows what as Rose thought about the families, slightly queasy at the thought that someone could be in charge of that decision.

As the car pulled up on the run way, they both got out, heading towards the steps of the flying craft. They saw the American man who had beaten her so much before and she held herself a little straighter at the sight of the man.

Sherlock however decided to taunt him, a very bad American accent colouring his words. "Well, you're looking all better. How are you feelin'?"

"Like putting a bullet in your brain, sir." Was the tired reply he got in return. They both knew he wouldn't dare to make a move like that out here though. Sherlock scoffed and headed for the stairs, Rose following closely behind. The American wasn't finished though. "They'd pin a medal on me if I did, sir."

Sherlock paused, turning the man's words over in his mind when something else caught his attention; a faint smell from the plane. Frowning slightly he altered his original plan. "Rose, would you mind staying out here?" She doesn't need to see the inside, he thought, unusually thoughtful to his friend.

Assuming he had a good reason for her lack of person on the plane, she sighed at having to stay with the American. "Course not." She answered, turning to head back down the steps, plans on leaning against the car they'd arrived in while waiting for Sherlock to come back again.

Pulling her open coat closed, she had just finished doing up the last button when he phone alerted her to a text from John.

On my way, wont be long.

It wasn't five minuets later that Rose saw another car pull up, however she was surprised to see that it wasn't John who got out of the car, but Irene.

"Irene?" Rose frowned again. "What are you doing here?" Irene just ignored her, heading towards the steps. Before the American could stop her though, Rose grabbed her bare arm first. "Hey, you can't go in there."

Irene span and grabbed the wrist that held her in place, prying the fingers off of her. "If you want to play rough, it will have to be another time, dear. Right now, I'm here to see Mr Holmes." With that she turned once more and proceeded towards the steps.

The American stood down - to Rose's great surprise - when the Detective's assistant nodded her consent to The Woman's boarding. However, Rose wasn't fool enough to let Irene go alone and followed close behind, hearing the voices of two brothers on the craft.

"Absurd?" Mycroft was saying. "How quickly did you decipher that email for her? Was it the full minute? Or were you really eager to impress?"

"I think it was less than five seconds." Irene spoke up, letting the two men know of their presence.

"Sorry, Sherlock." Rose said quietly, though trailing off slightly at the sight around her; so many dead. Oh god… They were in every seat, pale and so lifeless. No one dies, noted a small voice in the back of her shocked mind, because everyone's already dead.

"And I drove you into her path." Mycroft continued, apologising. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

Rose looked up at the sadness in his tone, finding it's placement was wrong from the words of a Holmes. She ignored the bodies for now, deciding to deal with it later; the living were more concerning right now.

"Mr Holmes, I think we need to talk." Irene said, voice all business - laced with it's usual seductiveness - as she moved forward.

"So do I." Sherlock replied. "There are still some things I'm still not quite clear-"

She cut him off though, not even sparing him a glace as she strode right past him to stand in front of Mycroft. "Not you, junior, you're done now." She held up the phone they hadn't gotten round to retrieving again. "There's more, loads more. On this phone I've got secrets and pictures and scandals that could topple your whole world. You have no idea how much havoc I can cause and exactly one way to stop me. Unless you want to tell your masters that your biggest security leak is your own little brother."

Mycroft looked a little frustrated at apparently having masters but they all caught the glimmer of fear in his eyes as he looked away; Sherlock was always a weakness in him.

Sherlock himself was quiet; too quiet for Rose's liking. He'd ruined the plans for the aeroplane apparently, played right into Irene's hands and no was cast aside like a used pawn. He didn't quite know what he felt to that - possibly guilt, sadness, he didn't know - resorting to simply shutting his feelings away and concentrating on the here and now.

"Shall we move to a more…comfortable arrangement?" Irene asked, knowing she was in complete control of the situation.

Rose took another breath, the smell of the dead stronger with every breath she took. "I think that's a good idea."

"Indeed." Mycroft agreed, voice like ice in the face of the predicament he found himself in. Holding up a hand, he indicated for Rose to lead the way out, pushing aside her presence completely; he needed his full concentration to try and work this out.

Leading them all out, Rose saw yet another car pull up, the door opening as John climbed out just in time to see them all leaving the plane.

"Get back in the car, John." Rose said as she joined him, Irene going back to the car she arrived in as the Holmes brothers made their way to the first car. "I'll explain on the way."

Getting into the cab again, John just frowned. "I've missed a bit haven't I?"

"Yeah." Rose agreed before leaning forward to speak to the driver. "Follow that car there please?" She asked, leaning back when the driver agreed. "The plane wont fly." She started to explain, thinking it all over, trying got put some sense to the nights events. "Ever; the whole program's been shut down. Irene's now blackmailing Mycroft for something."

John frowned, wondering how on earth anyone could blackmail the powerful man. "How?"

Rose turned a tired look to the doctor. "She has the phone."

John let out a heavy sigh. "Of course she does."