Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 91
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"When a friend is in trouble, don't annoy him by asking if there is anything you can do. Think up
something appropriate and do it." ~ Edgar Watson Howe
Present Day
Myers felt her phone vibrating as she stood behind the corner of a building at her third stop. This was her third location to check and clear. One of the two previous locations that she had checked contained Ayyad's men; the other was empty and abandoned with only equipment remaining behind.
Earlier, she had called in the information to Mycroft who had agents on their way to capture the men at the one location and examine the second. Mycroft was skilled at assessing people and knowing how best to extract information. Mycroft was apparently keeping in contact with Detective Inspector Lestrade.
The distinct vibration pattern of her phone told her that it was Mycroft. She wondered how Mycroft would feel if he knew that he had a distinct vibration. She smiled a brief smile that quickly faded.
It was unlike him to contact her when she was in the middle of surveillance. She frowned, thought briefly about ignoring it until later, then realized that even though he gave her more freedom that the other agents; this was Mycroft Holmes. Even though he had never given her any personal reason to fear him, she had seen enough to have a healthy respect for the man.
Mycroft realized long ago that she was best when she was allowed a little more freedom and less restraint than the rest of his freelanced operatives. She had enough respect and common sense not to abuse that privilege. It was hard earned and she had no doubt could be easily lost.
She sighed as she stayed behind the building and did a quick check before she answered in a whispered voice. "Mycroft, you usually have better timing."
"Um…, hello Mary, I'll be needing my phone back. I'm eight minutes away, can I get it back before you storm into the building with your guns blazing?" Mary pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it as if the phone had grown a human head.
"Doctor John Watson?" Mary knew who it was, but she needed confirmation that this was not some elaborate prank. For a minute, she looked around half expected a crap television cameraman, from some crap telly program, to jump out from some hidden spot and point a camera in her face yelling, "Surprise!"
She suddenly realized that the moment was real.
"What are you doing on my phone? How did you find me? And again, what are you doing on my phone?" Mary whispered an angry hiss.
"As I said, I need my phone. GPS coordinates that Mycroft gave me. I didn't realize that he had a GPS put on my phone also; well anyway, as I was saying, I need my phone… I'm five minutes away now." John waited patiently as if she was a little slow mentally and his request was the most reasonable thing in the world.
She again was dumbfounded for a few second but quickly recovered. "Well you can't have it, Dr. Watson. I need it to track your friend so why don't you turn around carry yourself home and leave this to the professionals." She felt a smirk as she decided that the discussion was over.
"You're lying. You've had enough time to download the information to your phone. You don't need it anymore, I do. I happen to be hunting a friend." Mary heard the distinct sound of a car door slamming on the phone. She then heard feet hitting the concrete in a rhythmic tap. "I'm three minutes away now. By the way lovely, between the two of us, I'm the only one who has actually rescued him, more than once by the way."
Mary let out a string of whispered curses that would have made a harden criminal blush. John frowned holding the phone away from his ear as he jogged. He waited for her to finish then put the phone back to his ear and calmly said, "I'm rounding the corner, I see you." Then John Watson hung up the phone.
Mary frowned slightly. He didn't even seem intimidated. First, he dared to call her, and then he hung up on her. She quietly decided her next move as he approached.
"Lovely evening Mary, my phone please." John held out a hand as he stared at her with a serious expression while catching his breath.
She smiled as she held a gun to John's stomach. Her smile faded as she looked down and realized that John had anticipated her move and he held a gun to her stomach as well.
"Military?" Mary asked calmly.
"Use to be," John, answered.
Mary lowered her gun as a questioning look went on her face. Maybe there was more to him than she first thought.
"Phone," John demanded more forcefully now but still in a hush voice.
Mary sighed and gave the phone to John. "What do you plan to do now?" She asked needlessly.
"Find phone, check off one. Find friend, save friend, not get self killed in the process. I thought I would start with that big old building over there, seeing as I'm here and the signal stops in this area; you?" John replied somewhat sarcastically.
"Go into that building?" Mary eyed him suspiciously, "You don't actually think I'm going to take you with me do you?" Mary questioned.
"You're not my concern at the moment love. There are over twenty abandoned buildings in this area, plenty to search." John hesitated, "Even though… considering all that has happened, should the worst occur I do suppose two guns would be better than one." John now looked at Mary. "I don't care how Sherlock is saved or who gets the credit for saving him. All I care about is that he is saved."
"How rusty are you with your hand to hand combat?" Mary asked already starting to move running low.
"Very," John replied honestly, "probably get killed. Very good shot though."
"By the way, I have a knife too." Mary informed John.
"Nice," John ran keeping up with her. He was used to keeping up with Sherlock and Sherlock had much longer legs, Mary was a little shorter than he was, even in her heels.
"Do you remember your hand signals Doctor Watson?"
"We shared a phone call me John, and Yes."
They ran wordlessly into the first building now as the sun prepared to set along an isolated abandoned industrial park that bordered the river Thames.