Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 100
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"There has to be evil so that good can prove its purity above it." ~ Buddha
Present Day
John's face looked blank as Myers and he rode in the car. He was on the internet looking up private runways for airplanes and Myers was talking to agents. A call came in from a number that John did not recognize. He ignored it and continued to search the internet.
The phone rang again, and again he ignored it. The third time that it rang he frowned and picked it up angry for the interruption when he was trying to find Sherlock. He thought briefly about ignoring it again then thought better since it may have been related to Sherlock.
"Hello," John said impatiently. John then just listened for a few moments, emotions danced across his face for the first time in hours. "Can you hang on...? (pause)…., I'm, we're, on our way." The call was disconnected.
"Who was that?" Myers asked with the phone still pressed to her ear.
John smiled amazed, "Sherlock again."
They both made hurried phone calls.
Lestrade turned to the back seat of the car to glance at Mycroft who phone rang. Lestrade phone rang a second later. A cold chill ran through Lestrade, as his phone rang for the second time unanswered. He swallowed hard and pushed the button on his mobile while speaking. "Lestrade here." Lestrade listened for a moment and simply said, "I see," then hung up the phone looking straight ahead. He told the driver a location and to hurry but remained quiet for a few moments.
Mycroft ended his call and stared silently out the window. Anthea and McMullen, the young police officer who was driving glanced at the two men curiously but remained quiet and waited.
Mycroft cleared his throat before speaking.
"I believe that you received a similar message from John that I received from Myers."
Lestrade glanced back, biting his lip briefly before commenting. "I'm not sure Mr. Holmes. Would that message be and I do repeat a quote, 'Come rescued him, if we are quite finished with our tea and crumpets.' Is that the message you are referring to Mr. Holmes."
"That would be the one, Detective Inspector."
"Then your answer is yes, Mr. Holmes." Lestrade smiled now. He had expected the phone call to say that Holmes was dead or his broken body and mind was found, or worse that Ayyad had him out of the country and fully under his control.
The relief of a sarcastic and annoyed Sherlock made Lestrade's professional exterior break and he started to laugh. First quietly then the laughing became louder and a bit uncontrollable. The fact that three sets of eyes were looking at him did not stop him.
Lestrade, in his mind could visualize an impatient Sherlock with a gun held to the head of his confused former captor; who was probably left wondering, how in the world Sherlock managed to get the upper hand.
Lestrade wiped at the tears in his eyes with his hand. He managed to get himself under control when he spotted Mycroft's raised eyebrow and that started him off laughing again.
Mycroft turned toward the window with a hand covering his mouth. Mycroft however could not disguise his own smile. That was classic Sherlock, Mycroft thought to himself.