Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter twenty-six
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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Present day
They had interviewed the mother, and was on their way to Mycroft's office. Afterward, Sherlock wanted to revisit the school.
John looked at Sherlock. His eyes were closed, rolling under his lids again. Discrete synchronized hand movement. "Mind palace," John thought. He must be processing the event of the last few hours.
Sherlock stopped and opened his eyes frowning. Wariness was etched on Sherlock's face.
"Sherlock it's been ten straight hours." John whispered close to Sherlock.
"Mycroft tried to text me twice. I am surprised he did not try to call you." John put his phone back in his pocket.
"He did," Sherlock smirked, "I put my phone on silent, beside…," he continued, "… we are being followed. A black car two cars back."
John looked back concerned. When Sherlock saw John's expression, he added "Mycroft's."
John visibly relaxed.
"I am sure they have been giving Mycroft regular updates," Sherlock supposed.
"You at least need to eat and would it kill you to take a break?" John said with some frustration.
"Me … no… little Katie, perhaps." Sherlock looks his friend in the eyes and saw his resolve slipping but not entirely.
"At least eat Sherlock," holding up his hands to stop the protest he knew was coming, John added, "It'll be a working dinner, and Lestrade can bring whatever you need. Molly can upload the information to your phone or laptop if you prefer. Mycroft has agreed to meet us at the flat instead of his office. Mrs. Hudson made some soup. You need rest!"
As if on cue, he swayed forward in his seat as the car spun out of focus for a minute. He tried to steady himself by grabbing John's shoulder as John simultaneously put his hands up to steady him. It did not however stop the world from turning black.