Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 41
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"We are not only our brother's keeper; in countless large and small ways, we are our brother's maker." Bonaro Overstreet
Present Day
Sherlock found himself sitting on a bench in Regents Park, looking at the overcast skies, slightly numb. Images sounds and smells flashed in front of Sherlock's eyes, he heard crying again.
Sherlock gasped loudly.
So, it was coming while he was awake now. Sherlock could audibly still faintly hear the crying.
A mother walking a young child looked at Sherlock before walking by. She gave a strained smile and looked concerned but kept walking. He swallowed embarrassed, looking away.
Sherlock did not bother to look when he heard a car pull up, and heavy steps approaching. Mycroft dusted the seat next to him and after a slight hesitation sat down.
"Why did you leave?" Mycroft asked after a moment.
After another moment Sherlock spoke.
"I felt like I was suffocating." Sherlock felt a wave of fear and pain run through him.
"It's not over," Sherlock stated as a matter of fact.
"Ayyad," Mycroft knew the answer.
"He'll come for me soon," Sherlock smirk, "I think I'm getting annoying again, he must know that locating his cells is somehow tied to my… release."
"Yes, I know," Mycroft said, Sherlock thought he heard Mycroft swallow hard.
"You were right about Ayyad's general Ahmed Ajaj." Mycroft attempted to change the subject. "We locate Ajaj, he was in a city in Bavaria Germany. My agents directed the German government to the locations of the bombing materials. They were hidden in a city in Baden-Württemberg. This was done in exchange for them agreeing to release him to our custody." Mycroft turned slightly to look Sherlock in the face.
"I should tell you also that they recovered Mrs. Müller, unharmed, both she and the baby thanks to you," Mycroft had a faint smile.
"I would say some sentimental dribble about how proud I am of you; but that massive ego of yours is quite full I'm sure, and has no room for a compliment."
Sherlock chuckled, relaxing slightly. The familiar banter between himself and Mycroft made him feel normal, safe.
Five Minutes Earlier
The soldier walked up to the agent with his gun drawn and silencer on. The newspaper hid the gun. The agent was in the perfect position now. He was distracted by the large crowd coming toward Holmes who seemed to be staring into space.
The soldier curse silently and kept walking. Several bystanders seem to materialize out of nowhere and a dangerous looking man with an umbrella was walking toward Holmes.
He was so close.
He cursed to himself, but never slowed his pace not wanting to draw attention to himself.
The soldier normally liked to work alone, but he now knew that he would have to rethink his plan.