Guess what? Lestrade is going to find out about John this chapter.
This chapter was super intense, my goodness.
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Sophie
Sherlock's head hurts, it throbs painfully and its interfering with his mind, his thoughts, his deductions.
Why is he here?
Where is John?
It's been fourteen hours since the detective's been admitted to the A&E. Sherlock was unconscious for the first thirteen and half of them. His face smarts and there is a gigantic bruise over his cheek.
The detective spent the first ten minutes of his wakefulness trying to remember his attacker. His brain wouldn't cooperate and Sherlock almost tore his hair out in frustration. The doctors told him it was a slight version of amnesia. Like knowing that fact was suppose to calm the genius.
Sherlock huffed and demanded they leave, calling them all idiots.
The detective is anything but calm. He is mysteriously in the hospital and no one knows why. He doesn't have his mobile or his pocket book anymore and John is not by his side.
And no one is telling him anything.
He pushes thoughts at John, trying to figure out where the doctor is currently located. The older man is not returning any of Sherlock's transmitting thoughts and that worries the detective.
"Maybe John is angry with me?" Sherlock thinks, suddenly and irrationally worried. It was their anniversary last night and Sherlock had a huge surprise planned.
"No, John wouldn't hold a grudge if it was so obviously not my fault." Sherlock reassures himself. "Would he?"
Although, Angelo might be a tad tetchy the next time he sees the restaurant owner. Sherlock had rented out the entire restaurant for a surprise, a nice quiet dinner.
The detective's eyes are closed and his head is tilted to the ceiling, pushing thoughts to John, who is still not responding. The detective has to get out of here.
The door creaks open but Sherlock doesn't move, his thoughts running wild. Escape schemes and attempts are being mapped out in Sherlock's brain as the visitor walks further into the room.
Sherlock doesn't even have to open his eyes to know who the new occupant is. The clicking of the shoes and the smell of cologne screams Mycroft.
The younger man is not really in the mood for a visit with his older brother and he sighs with annoyance.
A thought races across Sherlock's brain.
"You know where John is." The detective states, a demand. The younger man opens one eye to gaze at the older Holmes.
Mycroft sighs as he sits down next to Sherlock, gripping his umbrella and placing it across his knees. Mycroft purposely doesn't look at the detective, making his face neutral and not letting anything away.
However, the lack of eye contact tells the detective more than Mycroft's face could ever show.
"Moriarty has him." Sherlock breathes, his insides on fire. Emotions and feelings, memories and thoughts scream inside Sherlock's brain, running a mile a minute, but Sherlock's face remains neutral and plain.
"Yes." is Mycroft's simple answer, looking his brother in the face. The genius gazes into his older brother's eyes, he sees a flash of guilt.
"You were talking with him." Sherlock deadpans, trying to push the emotions away and focus on the evidence.
"I was." The elder Holmes says.
"What happened?" Sherlock resists the urge to scream at Mycroft, to blame the older man for letting John get kidnapped.
"We found out you were in the hospital, under a John Doe," Mycroft begins, "I called John and he was acting strange."
"Strange how?" Sherlock questions, closing his eyes and trying to picture the conversation.
"He asked for the timeline." Mycroft remarks, raising his eyebrows lightly.
"The timeline?" Sherlock's thoughts are spinning. The doctor didn't ask immediately if he was all right, he went straight for the time of events.
"He was tricked into meeting with Moriarty." Sherlock deduces.
"That's what I assumed." Mycroft states.
"John thought Moriarty had me." The detective continues. "The whole point of the emotional code is for the two of us to communicate. That would have been John's first step." Sherlock adds, "Except, the I wasn't responding because I was unconscious. John had assume that Moriarty really captured me."
"He asked because he wanted to make sure that Moriarty never had you." Mycroft finishes.
Sherlock nods.
"Why wouldn't he call me?" The politician questions.
Sherlock contemplates the inquiry. If John willingly went to Moriarty, it was to protect Sherlock.
"John wouldn't risk it," Sherlock comments, steepling the fingers under his chin. "He wouldn't risk Moriarty hurting myself."
Mycroft sighs.
"Moriarty's men mugged me." Sherlock deduces, "It's too much of a coincidence."
"Yes. We've caught them." Mycroft answers, "Low level thugs, completely disposable."
The detective nods. "Where is he?" Sherlock asks.
Mycroft sighs with resignation. "CCTV follows John from the flat to a swimming pool in-"
"We've met Moriarty there once, a long time ago." Sherlock states hurriedly. Of course Moriarty would chose to met there, the evil bastard.
The pair remains silent for a moment and Sherlock tries pushing thoughts into the doctor's mind, but still, silence is the only thing that answers.
"He isn't answering back," Sherlock states out loud, staring into the distance. "This means one of two things. He is unconscious or-" Sherlock stops himself suddenly. John dead? Not possible, completely and utterly impossible.
"Moriarty wouldn't kill him." Mycroft says bluntly, trying his best to reassure the detective.
"No. No he wouldn't." The genius states dismissively.
"He is too much of an asset to throw away, Sherlock." Mycroft states firmly and the detective looks at his older brother. The older man's face is firm and determined causing Sherlock to immediately trust his brother's word.
"Yes." The younger man replies.
Suddenly, Sherlock feels the relieving and familiar poking in his brain.
"John." The detective says out loud and Mycroft stares at the younger Holmes with curiosity.
"I can feel him." Sherlock exclaims, his eyes focused but his face happy with relief.
Just as suddenly as the connection happens, it stops again.
"He pulled out," Sherlock says with dread.
The detective does not give up easy, he pushes his thoughts into the doctor.
Sherlock's thoughts are shamelessly desperate but the detective continues on regardless.
"John. Where are you?"
"John, answer me."
"Are you hurt?"
The connection is silent so Sherlock continues pushing, filling his brain with the small poking and he sighs in relief.
A wave of contentment is pushed into Sherlock and the detective calms slightly.
"He isn't hurt." Sherlock says out loud and the connection is lost again. Why does it fade in and out? Is the doctor really hurt? Is he controlling?
"John. You're fine?"
"Where are you?"
"Why aren't you answering me?"
"John."
"John."
John remains silent and the detective is growing panicked and even more desperate then before.
"He's protecting me, Mycroft." The detective cries looking to his brother with anguished eyes.
For the next several minutes, Sherlock sends thought after thought.
"John."
"Please, answer me."
"Where are you?"
None of these thoughts break through the doctor's resolve. Sherlock stops, hanging his head with defeat and tries to think.
"He's not letting me in, either Moriarty threatened him or myself." Sherlock mumbles, ignoring Mycroft's form.
A sudden wave of pain hits Sherlock, making the detective's eyes squeeze shut and the genius's hands to fly to his head, gripping his hair for an anchor.
"Sherlock?" Mycroft inquiries, standing up and approaching Sherlock's bed.
"He's hurting him." The detective announces through gritted teeth.
"He's connected again?" The politician asks, his hands ghosting over his younger brother.
"No, it happens sometimes when the pain is strong, the connection will open up on it's own between us and emotions with filter through briefly." Sherlock states, the pain subsiding quietly.
Sherlock forces himself into silence, asking himself one question. "Where would Moriarty take John?"
The criminal mastermind is sentimental, even if he won't admit it, why else would he meet John at the swimming pool?
Sherlock also knows that Moriarty expects him to be unpredictable and entertaining. Wherever they are, Sherlock will have to go through obstacles to get to John. Where would Moriarty take John that would hold sentimental value?
"I know where they are." Sherlock says suddenly, turning to face Mycroft.
The politician raises an eyebrow.
"No time to explain brother, I need to leave now." Sherlock states flying out of bed, grabbing his clothes out of one of the cupboards.
The genius strips off his dressing gown and hastily starts to dress.
"Sherlock," Mycroft warns, walking over to his younger brother, placing a hand on Sherlock.
"Mycroft, they are hurting him, I can feel it." Sherlock cries with distraught. "I don't have a lot of time to save him."
Mycroft looks at the detective with a twinge of pity but takes his hand off the younger man's forearm.
A knock on the door interrupts the Holmes brothers, a man walks into the room.
"Lestrade." Sherlock states slightly panicked, the DI doesn't know about John and Sherlock doesn't have time to beat around the bush.
The politician sighs. "Gregory."
The DI stares back at them both suspiciously, feeling unwelcomed but suddenly too angry to care. Sherlock arms are raised, pulling on his shirt.
"Sherlock, you were just mugged, you can't just go gallivanting off." The DI shouts, knowing an escape attempt when he sees one.
"John, I'm coming, hang on." Sherlock pushes at the doctor before answering Lestrade.
"Gregory, this is important." The politician says reassuringly, beating Sherlock to a response. The elder Holmes turns his attention to the Inspector, staring into Greg's eyes.
Sherlock continues to dress, ignoring their conversation.
"You too, Mycroft." The DI says sadly, looking back at the older man.
"You know me, love," Mycroft pleads, "you know when something is important." The politician is standing in front of Greg now, looking into his eyes with conviction.
"What's going on, My?" Lestrade asks quietly, trying to understand.
"John's in trouble." The elder Holmes responds.
"I gathered that much." The DI says huffily, watching as Sherlock grabs his trousers off the bed.
A sudden rush of defiant unhappiness hits the detective, Sherlock automatically interprets it. "Definitely not, you are not coming here."
The emotions are strong and paralysing and Sherlock cries out. The genius lists forward and falls onto the hospital bed. Lestrade and Mycroft had stopped their conversation at the detective's sound and watch silently as the younger man topples over.
"This is what I'm talking about, Mycroft." Lestrade shouts, flailing in arm in Sherlock's general direction.
Sherlock can feel John panicking through the connection, he can feel the throbbing pain.
"Sherlock." The elder Holmes raises an eyebrow worriedly.
The detective shakes his head, trying to move.
"He's not happy." Sherlock states throwing all pretenses out the window, his only focus is the doctor. Through gritted teeth, the detective stands pulling his trousers up slowly. John's forced emotions are making him slow, practically paralysing the genius.
"Who's not happy?" Lestrade demands, looking between each of the Holmes brothers.
Mycroft looks at Sherlock, whose eyes are blurred slightly and his thoughts are only focused on John and trying to get his pants on quickly as possible.
Sherlock finally pulls his pants up and heads to the door.
The DI stands in front of it, blocking the exit.
Another wave of unhappiness hits the genius and his hands fly to his head, pushing at his temples.
"Sherlock. What's going on?" Lestrade asks worriedly, crouching down to look into the detective's lowered eyes.
"I don't have time for this Mycroft." The detective yells angrily.
"Greg, let him through, I'll explain it on the way." Mycroft states, grabbing the DI's arm trying to pull him gently out of the way.
"I've narrowed it down, I'm on my way." The detective pushes to the doctor, his eyebrow's knitted and his teeth clenched.
"John's life is in danger?" Lestrade's questions but doesn't move.
Irrational fear strikes Sherlock, tearing his brain apart. The detective doubles over just as another wave of grief sets in.
"God damnit, yes." Sherlock shouts and Lestrade looks at the detective worried for a few seconds before moving from the door.
"I'm coming with you." The DI commands and looks to Mycroft. The politician nods and walks over to his younger brother.
"Ugh, Mycroft, he's afraid or at least trying to stop me with emotions." The detective bites out and Mycroft places a hand on Sherlock's back, concerned at the turmoil his younger brother is experiencing.
"Let's go." The politician says and opens the door. Mycroft leans down, gripping one of Sherlock's arms and throwing it over his own shoulder, leading the emotionally crippled genius out of the room. Lestrade follows and pulls the door closed.
"He's trying to stop me from finding him." The detective states, moving a little faster but still hanging onto his brother. The three men jogging down the hallway.
They turn the corner and Lestrade pushes the door to the stairwell open, Sherlock moves away from his brother and flies down the stairs.
A sudden wave of grief hits the detective, making Sherlock grip the railing hard. The genius lunges forward and Mycroft grabs the detective's shirt, preventing the younger man from falling down the stairs.
The politician pulls Sherlock back and the genius grips the railing hard, listing forward slightly and his knees buckling. Mycroft hangs on and props the detective against the adjacent wall.
"Sherlock?" The politician ask worriedly, gripping the younger man's shoulders to steady him. Lestrade is right behind them, looking on with confusion.
Tears are streaming down the genius's face as the despair and grief surround him. It feel as if his heart is going to explode. The pain from the grief is paralysing, probably just how John intends it to be.
"He's desperate," Sherlock sobs, his knuckles white from gripping the railing.
"John, stop that." Sherlock transmits and he feels a light poking in his brain, but the emotions don't stop.
Mycroft grabs the younger man, tucking himself underneath Sherlock's arm, helping Sherlock to walk.
"Gregory, grab his other side." The Inspector obeys quietly and moves Sherlock's other arm to wrap around the DI's shoulder.
Mycroft and Lestrade guide the detective down the stairs carefully but hastily as the detective sobs and cringes with fear.
"I'm coming to get you and that's final." Sherlock sends and adds definite smugness, as the three men continue down the stairs.
"He panicking." Sherlock states through gritted teeth, new emotions are filtering through his brain.
"Come on, Mycroft, move it." The detective suddenly yells, anger coursing through him, along with more tears.
"He's...trying to...get me...to stop..." The genius snaps with a stutter.
"JOHNATHAN!" Sherlock screams out loud, his baritone echoing throughout the staircase, just as the three men make it to the landing on the first floor. The detective doubles over again and Mycroft and Lestrade are forced to lean too. The politician grips the detective's chest, steadying him.
"Sherlock." Lestrade calls, crouching in front of the genius.
"JOHNATHAN!" Sherlock yells into the connection. The detective is breathing heavy and his eyes are screwed shut.
Suddenly, the emotions stop and Sherlock takes a deep breath.
"He stopped." Sherlock calls out, placing his hands on his knees, catching his breath before straightening up to see Mycroft and Lestrade's worried expressions.
Abrupt shame, grief and regret hit the detective. "I'm sorry."
"No. No, No. No." Sherlock calls out loud, moving towards the exit of the stairwell.
"SHERLOCK!" Mycroft yells.
The detective's knees buckle as the calm feeling starts.
"SHITE!" Sherlock calls hitting the floor. "Check the warehouses that we were injured in." The detective gasps out, falling forward in the process. The politician catches him and guides him gently to the ground, Sherlock passing out completely.
The politician whips out his phone while looking frantically at the detective.
The DI remains standing, staring at the scene.
"What in the bloody hell is going on?" The DI demands, looking between the two Holmes brothers in confusion.
"I will explain later, Gregory." Mycroft says hurriedly, "Help me get him to the sedan."
Wow, that chapter was intense.