Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 71
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"I had as many doubts as anyone else. Standing on the starting line, we're all
cowards." ~ Alberto Salazar
Present Day
The day was hectic. It was now four in the afternoon and there had been constant movement.
Sherlock, Lestrade, John, Donovan, and a MI agent named Collins were on the same team. There were also officers and several other task force members moving about. The task force members were divided and assigned to different places in England. The media were kept in the dark in an attempt to stop the terrorist from being informed that the government was aware of their plots and possible bomb locations.
Three of the bombs were safely removed already. The fourth was currently being disarmed.
Sherlock had been right.
Sherlock did not however gloat as everyone expected him to. Instead, he was very quiet and still. He left the work to the task force members. Sherlock answered questions when asked. He occasionally made suggestions or asked questions.
Something about the last site bothered Sherlock. It did not seem right to him. Unlike the other locations, it had almost been a little too easy to find the explosive and it was a small amount.
The expert, Butler, had assured Sherlock and the others that the usually terrorist patterns were being followed; he had enough sense to leave Sherlock's presence when Sherlock's eyes started to narrow.
Lestrade, Donovan, Collins, and several other officers were securing the building after it was said to be safe. None of their equipment detected short-range radio waves. It seemed to be over.
Still, Sherlock could not get rid of the feeling that something was out of place.
All logic had to agree with Butler, but Sherlock, still was uneasy. If it were not so insulting, he would have referred to it as a `gut feeling'.
John walked up to Sherlock and stood beside him not speaking for a while.
"I thought you would be gloating and all smirks by now. What's wrong, you have the look," John commented not looking at Sherlock but looking around frowning.
Sherlock took a minute before answering. "Something's out of place, Jo…"
Sherlock never finished, but frowned as his attention was drawn to a middle age businessman who had trainers on his feet. In addition, he was walking briskly toward the building.
John followed Sherlock's eyes. Without another word, John walked towards the man. He had learned to trust Sherlock's instinct long ago.
The man saw John approaching and seemed grim. He fumbled with something in his pocket.
Realization suddenly came to John as he ran full speed toward the man and John shouted a warning.
Sherlock started running on John's heel and was gaining on John the moment he saw the man fumbling in his pockets.
A shot rang out as John reached and tackled the man. Someone shouted out a cry. Several bystanders and police officers ran toward the still form on the ground.
Several more ran toward John who had punched the man unconscious.
When Sherlock reached John, the unconscious man started to come around and groan. Several officers handcuffed and detained him.
John in the meantime had run off to where a teenage girl down the street laid on the ground crying, and holding her arm as blood came out in-between her finger.
Sherlock, relieved, stood in place catching his breath. He was standing where the oddly behaved businessman had lain minutes before. Sherlock saw the businessman's phone on the ground.
A chill ran through Sherlock as he picked it up and saw a series of numbers and symbols texted. The send button had been hit indicating that the text had been sent.
John was busy with the young girl and did not hear the abandoned phone dropped to the ground, or see Sherlock running into the building. John heard too late the familiar voice of his roommate shouting a chilling warning.
"RUN!"
"BOMB!"