Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 137
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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A/N:Do not think that I am nutty but I completely rewrote these chapters. I did not like the flow when I considered the changes made to the prior chapters. Hope it flowed well, tell me what you think.
Love and lots of Coffee, Zacha
"Our greatest problems in life come not so much from the situations we confront
as from our doubts about our ability to handle them." ~ Susan Taylor
Present Day
Mycroft read Sherlock's note and stilled. With a grim expression, He made a call.
"Red flag alert protocol 999, I repeat this is not a drill, red flag alert protocol 999."
He hung up the phone. He then looked Anthea in the eyes. She had stopped texting and stared at him in disbelief. He looked her in the eyes and simply said "Yes." She nodded and with a look of determination started to text again. Her fingers were moving even faster.
As he was about to rush out the door, a call came to Mycroft's phone. "Holmes," He answered with a rare show of irritation. Mycroft's face paled briefly before his expressionless mask took over. "Yes, I see. I'll be there promptly." Mycroft face was unreadable.
Again, Anthea looked at her boss. "No need to look at the three possible locations that we were given. I know where it is."
"Clear the area," Mycroft instructed the agents present, even though in his mind he knew it would do little good.
At that moment, He was not ice, he was not fire; he simply was.
"Lestrade, if you would," Mycroft called him over and took him in a corner so that only the two could hear. "Ayyad, it seems have left me a personal gift, I need you to get my brother out of trouble for me. My men will of course follow your direction." Mycroft handed him Sherlock's written instructions.
Mycroft hesitated, "I know you care for him, I trust no one else but John in these matters and it would seem that John is indisposed at the moment. And while you're at it, please get John back safely as well." Mycroft looked at his umbrella before, now he looked at Lestrade.
Lestrade frowned; "Anything else I need to know," Lestrade was concerned.
"Do you know what protocol 999 is?"
"You can't be bloody serious." Lestrade's gasped. "A dirty bomb?"
"Yes. Apparently I have a date; I shan't be late or it might turn into an explosive situation." Mycroft had a grim expression.
Lestrade nodded with an equally grim expression and turned to leave, but his arm was grabbed by Mycroft.
"Sherlock…" He searched for the words but found none.
"I know…" Lestrade attempted at a smile.
Mycroft nodded letting go.
Lestrade with a vocal command was out the door with agents and officers running.
Mycroft and Anthea followed close behind with several officers following as well.