Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 87
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
Mrs. Hudson watched John as he almost wore a path into the rug. She did not attempt to tell him to stop. The truth was, if it was not for her bad hip she would have joined him.
Lestrade was on the phone talking to Mycroft. Lestrade gave a sudden command and police officers and agents left the flat almost running over each other. Lestrade gave a mobile phone to John and then he ran out behind Donovan.
"Greg?" John called anxiously.
"Call ya from the car." Lestrade's voice floated up followed by a door slamming.
Mrs. Hudson moved close to John hoping to overhear any conversation. John looked at her briefly giving a tight smile then spoke on the phone.
"Hello Mycroft, I need to know what's happening. Why did everyone just run out of here? Do we know if Sherlock's still in the London area?" John managed to say everything without taking a breath.
"John, I need you to breathe," Mycroft said patiently.
John with annoyance when he realized that he was holding his breath. He was even more annoyed that Mycroft had noticed.
"Breath taken," John said impatiently.
Mycroft ignored John's agitation. He knew how emotional normal people could be; he wondered how Sherlock had put up with it on a daily basis.
"I have an agent of mine communicating with an agent of Ayyad as we speak. He became one of our guess after capture in Vienna. He was… persuaded… to tell us of the possible locations in or close to London that Sherlock could be taken to. I have locked down the city. The police are diverting traffic and making random stops. I am hopeful that this will prevent the kidnappers from taking him out of the London or areas close to London; and pressure them to take him to one of their twelve backup locations," Mycroft stopped suddenly.
"What are you not saying Mycroft?" Although Mycroft was still a mystery to John, John knew him long enough to know when there was something he was not saying.
"The twelve locations are not close together so I've split the team up. I have directed Lestrade to the most likely of the locations. The sun will be setting soon; this can be either an advantage or a disadvantage depending on whether Myer can track Sherlock's GPS signal." Mycroft sighed audibly after he stopped speaking.
"Continue Mycroft," John said while looking at Mrs. Hudson who had moved even closer and had her one arm wrapped around John's free arm. He tried to give her a reassuring smile. She saw right through it.
Mycroft smiled. It was at times like this that he saw what his brother saw in Dr. Watson. He was not a complete idiot. Mycroft smile faded.
"In the unlikely event that they were unable to transport Sherlock to Ayyad where he was waiting to personally show Sherlock his full hospitality. Ayyad's agent assured me that there were very specific plans and instructions on what to do to Sherlock. He was to be made an example of."
John wrestled with his emotion for a few minutes before speaking again in a broken voice that was rough with emotion.
"Does this specific plan include killing Sherlock?" John finally asked. He vaguely noticed Mr. Hudson's arm tighten around his.
There was only silence from Mycroft.
"Does this specific plan include killing Sherlock?" John asked a little more forcefully.
Mycroft drew a deep breath before responding.
"John…, technically… Sherlock would be still considered…, alive."