Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 89
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
John paced back and forth, Lestrade had called from the car as promised and filled John in on their destinations.
A second phone call was made from Lestrade to John informing him that they had found the body of the agent assigned to guard Sherlock. He was dead and had been placed in the morgue of the hospital that Sherlock was in. The body was stuffed inside a draw with another dead body. It had been a professional hit.
Mrs. Hudson sat quietly at the table and watched John. She had not been able to get him to eat anything but did persuade him to drink a small amount of tea.
John stopped pacing suddenly.
Mrs. Hudson recognized the look in John's eyes. It was a look that she did not like. Normally, the look was found on Sherlock's face now it was on the face of the normally level headed John. It was the look of a man about to do something that he should not do.
She sighed already bracing herself for what she knew was coming.
John continued to stand still for a few more minutes thinking. He then swiftly walked over to the table and picked up the borrowed phone. He held it in his hands for a few seconds, then making up his mind punched in some numbers.
The phone quietly rung as someone miles away answered the other line.
"John I'll be there in a little less than an hour now." Mycroft immediately knew who it was.
"Yes… about that… I need to look for Sherlock as well, I can't just sit here. I just need to know where to start. What about the GPS on my phone?" John was determined.
"I'm sorry John I cannot allow it. You'll get in the way. In addition, if anything were to happen to you and Sherlock found out that I assist; he would truly never forgive me. Again, I'm sorry but the answer is no." Except for Sherlock, Mycroft was used to being obeyed without question.
John took a deep breath. "Mycroft I wasn't seeking your permission, I was asking for your help. I'm out the door with or without your assistance. However, I am willing to admit that with your help it would probably be more fruitful."
There was silence for a few minutes as John heard a rustling sound coming from Mycroft's end.
"I suppose that living with my brother has been a bad influence on you, John," there was a pause as Mycroft was heard inhaling his breath. "I don't suppose a logical plea would work or me pointing out the fact that your response to the situation is irrational and highly emotional and may in fact end up with you hurt and injured or worse."
John smiled for the first time in hours.
"See Mycroft, we have gotten to know each other quite well," John said nothing more but waited for Mycroft to make a decision.
Mycroft finally answered. "Take down these numbers and codes. Also, take down this mobile phone number. John, follow my instructions exactly. And John… don't get yourself killed, it would be most… inconvenient."
John and Mycroft spoke for a few more minutes. As John moved about getting his coat and other objects, Mrs. Hudson came out of the kitchen with two cups of tea. She put the kettle to boil the moment she was convinced that John was leaving. She sat quietly waiting for him to settle.
John hung up the phone and suddenly looked at Mrs. Hudson as if he had forgotten that she was in the room. He smiled apologetically. She smiled back her understanding.
"John are you sure about this? You don't even know where to start?" Mrs. Hudson made her way next to him holding a cuppa tea.
"This is Sherlock," John replied simply looking at Mrs. Hudson.
"Well then...," She smiled while sighing, "… drink this, we're British, we don't enter battle without tea. Be careful and get Sherlock back. And, if anyone tries to stop you John, you know how to use that thing," Mrs. Hudson managed to say all rapidly in one breath as she pointed to the gun.
John looked at her curiously then smiled as he said simply, "Yes Mum." He turned quickly after another glance and was out the door running.