Sherlock story

Deleted Memories, Chapter 92

Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy

*As always thanks for reading, a special thanks to all of you who take the time to review, comment, and favorite.

Thanks to; LadyRavena, Eohippus, LogicandWonderland, ds9jullian, , Sensue, socialrose, LePetitErik , the ticking clock , iliadkeble, Mitaya, socalrose, Aj Elfhawk, Prothoe, iliadkeble , Esstell, princessangelwings, briongloid fiodoir; thank you all for the recent comments and conversations. Thank you to all who read, Lots of Love.

Thanks, You keep me motivated.

Moreover, to the individual who has threatened me with bodily harm should harm come to Sherlock or John, I only have one comment. Remember, I now keep both of my eyes on you. Both…, Eyes. (Raised eyebrows).

Lots of Love to all.

" Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain." ~ Charles Dickens

Present Day

Lestrade let out a frustrated sigh as he walked away from the building. He called Donavan aside.

Anderson examined the first few locations. He analyzed the rooms that most of the equipment was found in. Anderson also examined the dead guards that still needed to be removed. Anderson reported to Lestrade that he had found nothing during his examinations to help narrow Sherlock's location.

Anderson was now on his way to the current location.

Something was not right in Lestrade's mind.

Three out of the first four locations had Ayyad's men. They were surrounded and surprised by the government raid. Ayyad's men have been captured with several more of Ayyad's men becoming casualties. Fortunately, only one government agent received minor injuries.

Lestrade called Donovan over.

Lestrade held up one finger to Donovan as he ended his conversation with Mycroft. His eyebrow was still raised as he disconnected the phone.

Mycroft indicated that he would be joining Lestrade personally. Most of the contacts that Lestrade has had with Mycroft had been by phone, usually with Mycroft giving orders and Lestrade following.

Lestrade sighed.

The man in person has been always unpleasant.

Lestrade sighed again and deciding that if it meant getting Sherlock back, he would tolerate having two Holmes instead of one in his world. He looked at Donovan now.

"Donovan, agents are at three locations as we speak there are only four locations left unchecked, but… " He hesitated.

"Sir," she asked waiting for him to gather his thoughts.

"Something isn't right. Except for the first three locations, everywhere that we went to seems as if it was quickly abandoned, before we could arrive." Lestrade dry wiped his eyes and looked pass Donovan toward the building watching men walk in and out some carrying things.

"Lestrade, what are you thinking?" Donovan asked as she frowned looking at him.

Lestrade shook his head still not looking at Donovan, "I don't know yet," he then pulled her aside and spoke quietly with her. Donovan was then seen nodding and walked swiftly away. Lestrade nodded to two agents that looked at Donovan and swiftly followed. They went with her; they quickly opened and closed the back door of the car that she was in. Then Donovan, and the two agents swiftly drove away.

An officer walked up to the Inspector and asked, "Sir, where are they going?"

"Nothing, just running an errand. Find anything more, McMullen?" Lestrade turned to look at the young officer. He was the son of a retired Scotland Yard detective.

"No sir, sorry."

Both looked up as the sound of wheels rolling on the paved road. A black limousine pulled to a stop at the same time as a police transport vehicle. A chauffeur quickly exited and opened the door for a very unhappy looking man who was carrying an umbrella. Three men and a woman also exited the limousine on their own.

"Here we go," Lestrade said under his breath as he walked toward Mycroft.

Anderson stopped next to the young officer. "So, any ideas about where they are going to go next?"

McMullen answered then Anderson asked a few more questions that were detailed. Afterwards, Anderson nodded, and gave McMullen a slight squeeze on the arm. Anderson subsequently proceeded to walk inside the building.

McMullen frowned to himself. When Anderson was talking, he thought he smelled the faintest traces of alcohol. He hastily dismissed the idea and walked away glancing back once.

Němec received a phone call from the informant. He frowned and let out an angry curse before hanging up.
"Turn around," he said to the lower level soldier that was driving.

"Sir you'll be late for the meeting with the general," the driver reminded Němec.

"I… said… turn… the… car… around," Němec said slowly while looking at the driver.

The driver swallowed, "Yes sir," He wisely said nothing else.

Němec pulled out the phone. "Is the transport ready…? (Pause)… Move him… (pause)… yes now, I'll meet you. Call me when you leave, have everyone else clean up and leave later."

Němec hung up the phone and looked out the window of the moving vehicle as London passed by.

Němec became nervous but refused to show it.

It seemed to Němec, that someone was determined to get Sherlock Holmes back.

Němec was determined not to let them. He knew that he had to clean up the mess before the general found out. He knew that Veselý would be very happy to inform him of any failure.

He would not give Veselý the satisfaction of being correct.