Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 85
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"There is a time to take counsel of your fears, and there is a time to never listen to any fear." ~George S. Patton
Present Day
Lestrade spoke with the task force. He looked at John as he walked, pacing the floor. Donovan looked briefly at John then returned to work, saying nothing.
Anderson's examination of Sherlock's hospital room confirmed what everyone already knew. Sherlock Holmes did not walk out; he was taken out in a wheelchair by two men who drew no attention to themselves because they appeared to be hospital workers. An examination of the IV Lock confirmed that Sherlock had indeed been drugged.
Mycroft was on his way back but it would take three hours to arrive. That was three hours that Sherlock may not have.
Anthea was in the flat on her phone, not texting away but actually speaking on the phone. John stared at Anthea. He was curiously numb, as he realized that even though he has witnessed her texting many times, this was the first time he had actually seen her talking on any phone. It was obvious that she was speaking to Mycroft.
CCTV was being scanned, but the CCTV was more helpful following a suspect that was already in sight, than trying to find a random person if they were smart enough to not to draw attention to themselves. It would take time to locate the vehicle that Sherlock was kidnapped in. The Yard had arranged for random police stops before major thruways were entered.
Lestrade motioned for John. John followed him into the kitchen. John, full of anger and feeling helpless, directed some of that anger at Lestrade. They were only just away from everyone when John spoke.
"Lestrade, I don't understand how Mycroft can have one of his agents covering as a detective and you don't say anything." John did not attempt to cover his irritation.
"I knew Mycroft had someone in place but I never knew who it was." Lestrade explained a little defensively. "There's a leak at Scotland Yard. An outsider was the best way to discover who it was."
Lestrade closed his eyes and took a few breaths. He understood how John felt. In truth, he was feeling just as helpless.
"I just found out twenty-four hours ago that it was Myer," Lestrade said a little calmer now.
John put a hand on Lestrade's shoulder squeezing before letting go as he said, "Sorry mate, I'm being a bit of a twit today."
"I still don't understand why Mycroft didn't tell Sherlock or me?" John was not ready to let the subject go.
Lestrade raised an eyebrow. "We both know that Sherlock can do that Voodoo mind trick of his. One look at you and he would know that you're keeping something from him John. You would resist at first but we both also know that you would break down within twenty-four hours or less and tell all. You can't keep anything from Sherlock for long."
John frowned and looked insulted but wisely chose not to contradict Lestrade, because he knew that Lestrade spoke the truth. He instead chose to fold his arms defensively.
Lestrade let out another breath. "Don't feel bad. It goes both ways. I've noticed that since you've come into Sherlock life, even though he is still the master of manipulation, when it come to you and you alone, he has a harder time keeping any secrets."
Lestrade smiled before continuing. "I never thought that I would say this about Sherlock Holmes but I think you've made him more… human. But, don't tell Sherlock that I called him human, he would consider it an insult."
John looked at Lestrade now, he smiled and nodded.
"Yoo-hoo," a voice interrupted as she came into the kitchen carrying a bag of food while smiling. "Where did all these people come from, do you boys have another case?" She looked around. "Where's Sherlock I thought he was to be released today from the hospital."
Lestrade and John looked at each other grimly both deciding how best to tell her that Sherlock was kidnapped.
There was no need. Mrs. Hudson's smile vanished as she looked at both men. She never noticed the sound of a thump on the floor or that her hands were suddenly lighter now that she had dropped her bags.
A/N: I hope this chapter clear up any confusion