Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter thirteen
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
Present day
The ride to the crime scene was relatively quiet. Donovan was unhappy about being assigned to drive in the other car.
Lestrade had insisted on driving Sherlock.
John and Sherlock sat in the back seat. The ride was quiet. Sherlock's body was still, eyes closed; however, John knew that his mind was anything but still.
John noticed his eyes rolled beneath his closed lids. He knew Sherlock was in his mind palace. It was his way of stilling his body, focusing his mind, and processing information.
John turned and looked out the window as London passed by.
As Sherlock entered the building, the noise volume suddenly decreased. It seemed as if every police officer and detective's face turned to him, some were shocked, but most just curious.
John walked beside him, Lestrade on the other side and slightly in front. Sherlock looked straight ahead, his steps were slower than normal, but steady. To those who looked, his face appeared, unreadable, blank of emotion. John knew this meant he had put his 'battle armor' on.
"Second door on the right," Lestrade said pulling ahead.
As they continued walking, crowds of officers were left behind. They rounded the corner and came to a series of what appeared to be dorm rooms.
The rooms contained three beds, two were bunk beds. The floors were made of fine dark mahogany wood. There were desks and a large rug in the middle. Items were knocked about, the room appeared to be in slight disarray.
John heard Sherlock sigh, the first real sound Sherlock had made since leaving the car. John looked up, and immediately found the source of his irritation.
"Ah, Anderson here we are again," Sherlock said with a voice as smooth as honey.
Anderson mouth hung open, his eyes bulged. He however quickly recovered.
"So it's true." The shock quickly left Anderson's face and was replaced with anger. "What is HE doing here? We don't need him…" Anderson bellowed, attracting the attention of the two officers close enough to witness the exchange.
John sighed as his body tensed ready for anything, he could feel a headache coming on. "And, here we go." John thought.
Lestrade stepped in between the two men as he faced Anderson.
"You don't think we need him, I know we do, so does Chief Superintendent Pyke. I suggest any complaints be taken up with him. Now Anderson, if you would."
Anderson, pulled away the crime scene tape, and led the way into the room as he muttered to himself, while the two officers who remained outside stared wordlessly at each other.
Lestrade discreetly, pulled at Sherlock's coat to gain his attention. He said in a voice low enough for only Sherlock to hear, "I know he can be an arse, but behave, would yeah."
"As always," Sherlock said sweetly as he followed John into the room.
"I'm gonna have an ulcer before the day is over, "Lestrade muttered to no one in particular as he joined the three men.
John and Lestrade stayed close to the entrance while Sherlock followed Anderson into the room after donning only a pair of gloves .
The next twenty minutes went by uneventfully. Sherlock gathered information making occasional comments to John who would write them down.
Some of his observations contradicted what Anderson had already reported. This did nothing to improve Anderson's disposition.
"As I suspected, there was no struggle." Sherlock reported while still moving.
"How can you possibly say that, books are overturned, the chair is sideways on the floor...THERE. IS. BLOOD!" Anderson spit out face red.
"Staged." Sherlock responded simply.
"Are you sure Sherlock?" Lestrade said ignoring Anderson's rant.
"Of course, the child left willingly with someone. I've narrowed it down to two suspects, but I need more data"
"Why would the child leave with someone when you've said that her life is in danger?" John asked.
" Ah..., finally, the right question," Sherlock stated still moving.
Lestrade opened his mouth to ask a question, but was interrupted by his ringing phone.
"Pop out for a minute," he said excusing himself from the room. He glanced a behave yourself warning to both men as he walked away already engrossed in conversation on the phone.