A/N: I'm a bad, bad person, I know. I'm so sorry. It started with exams and has ended with writers block so here I am, back again for another instalment of this fic. My most sincere apologies for the length of time it's been. The number of exams I had was in the double digits but a long way and then I came back to write but I couldn't think of a single word, let alone a sentence. Thanks for your patience; hopefully my other fic will be updated too, even if I do have to stay up until 4am to get it finished for you amazing people. As always I own zilch (if you don't know what it means ask Urban Dictionary or Jeeves) it all belongs to the usual suspects apart from Humphrey the cat, he's original and very much alive and purring. So without further ado here we go!
Geronimo
SM
This chapter contains strong language; please don't read if you don't like it. T possibly verging to M due to the swearing.
Chapter 14:
"Let's go, Chauncey" Mycroft said as the black Jaguar rolled away from the curb. The light from the street illuminated the spotless government car, shadows marking the cream interior. Molly held her hands tightly in her lap, her knuckles turning white under the pressure; Sherlock moved one of his hands over hers and untangled her fingers. She looked over at him; her ivory skin had an almost green tint as she bit on her lip.
"You're stressed." Sherlock stated, removing his hand from hers,
"Obviously, Sherlock. Not your usual detailed deduction but well done to you." Molly replied, her voice oozing with sarcasm.
"Children, play nicely." Mycroft added, his cold voice reprimanding us.
"S...S...Shut up Mycroft; I'm tired of your b...b...bullshit! How d...d...dare you allow this, you inconsiderate ar...ar...arse!" Molly stuttered, trying to convey her anger but her anxiety getting the better of her and making her stutter.
"Miss Hooper, I appreciate your concern but would you mind keeping your nose out of other people's business. Not that you would know how to do that mouse," Mycroft sneered at her, making her shrink back in the seat. "I think it best if you just sat there and didn't make a noise, possibly not even breathing." He finished, turning back round to face the road.
"Don't talk to my wife like that, brother mine. Don't you remember when I chose not to break your humerus? Maybe I made the wrong choice." Sherlock growled, pulling Molly to his side.
"You're a dangerous man Sherlock; we all know you precious 'wife' isn't safe." Mycroft replied, still facing the road in front.
"Shut up, Mycroft." His brother said, his voice monotone and bitter.
"Tick tock, Sherlock. You know there will be more blood on your hands, brother dearest."
"Don't threaten Molly, Mycroft. You wouldn't want to embarrass yourself with the consequences." Sherlock stated with his signature smirk on his face.
"Don't try and be smart, Sherlock. I'm the smart one." Mycroft announced before the driver swiftly sped up and turned left.
"We're being followed." Chauncey muttered to Mycroft.
"Follow protocol 7, Sherlock is the priority. Miss Hooper can fend for herself." He ordered the driver.
"I'm not leaving her!" Sherlock retorted.
"Sherlock, you don't have a choice. I have to go, y...y...you'd be safe if I went." Molly uttered, turning to look out of the window.
"I'm not leaving her, Mycroft." Sherlock stated, joining our hands again.
"You don't have a choice Sherlock. She's fine. Miss Hooper survived without you for two years. I'm certain she can last much longer." Mycroft replied as the car started slowing down. "Since I'm certain is Miss Hooper was caught in a situation which caused her harm, Mummy dearest would lose a son and we know how much that would pain her. Wouldn't we Sherlock? Therefore she'll go with Anthea, stay somewhere she can be kept safe. No records, new life." Mycroft ended his convocation as Molly's door opened by a large built man in a black suit.
"Say goodbye Miss Hooper, it most certainly will be the last time." Mycroft's goon said, gesturing to the black Jaguar next to the one they are all sat in.
"Goodbye Sherlock, these weeks have been some of the happiest of my life. We will see each other again. I love you." Molly cried as she gently kissed him on the lips before turning and getting into the other car, Mycroft's goon shutting the door behind her.
"I love you my Molly." Sherlock whispered, looking longingly towards where Molly is sat as the man slammed the door of his Jaguar.
Sherlock watched as the car containing Molly sped off in the opposite direction.
"If she is harmed in any way Mycroft..."
"I know brother mine. Miss Hooper will be kept safe. We don't want you back in rehabilitation again." Mycroft interrupted as Sherlock began to threaten Mycroft.
"Why do you continue to call her 'Miss Hooper', she's Doctor Holmes now brother dear; I would appreciate if you called her by her correct title considering she's now family." Sherlock emphasised 'family', watching Mycroft cringe.
"She's ordinary Sherlock. This thing won't last long. I've warned you both but you are ignorant. She's boring, hardly anything interesting. Ms Adler was more suited to your lifestyle but she's married someone in Dublin now. I believe she still has her maid and lover Kate with her. But then again sex alarms you so her career choice would be a poor choice for your partner." Mycroft stated, turning to face Sherlock. "But as I can see Doctor Holmes is going to stay. I believe mummy would like her, considering she is normal too and likes to do the mundane things Mummy and Daddy like to do."
"Get to know her, brother, she will surprise you." Sherlock stated with a blank expression.
"So many goldfish, Sherlock. I think one is too much and you have 5. Dear me brother. What a dire situation you have found yourself in. We'll arrive at the airfield in 25 minutes. Don't make any stupid decisions by then. Speak to you then brother." And with that the partition ascended and separated the two brothers.