Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 138
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.
"I had as many doubts as anyone else. Standing on the starting line, we're all
cowards."~ Alberto Salazar
Present Day
The text was sent to Lestrade with the message to pass it on to Mycroft. The location that Holmes was requested to go too had been texted to his phone twenty minutes ago. Sherlock Holmes had no intentions of being late. He had taken a taxi and exited a mile away. He had walked quickly then ran the last block to insure that he made it there exactly five minutes early. He glanced at his watch as he caught his breath trying to ignore the pain in his side.
He blinked a few times to clear his eyes and focus. His mind scanned rapidly so that he could position himself at the point in the alleyway to give him his best advantage. He observed the space. Remote, multiple access and close to the highway, in a part of town that witnesses might be more inclined to ignore activities that are criminal in nature. Good place for an abduction, he thought.
He glanced at his watch again and positioned himself one third of the way in the alley. He was careful to avoid standing under any fire escapes, or anywhere where there could be movement that could go unnoticed if he was concentrating on not getting beaten.
After a short wait, five men approached. Sherlock watched warily as he positioned his body a quarter yard from the wall.
"Mr. Holmes," one of the soldiers said with a thick Czech inflection. He then dropped his cigarette to the ground and crushed it.
Sherlock said nothing but let his eyes travel from one soldier to another.
Sherlock looked in the face of the soldier who was speaking. He deduced him. He asked a question that he already knew the answer to.
"I will go willingly with you but first answer this question. How and when will Doctor Watson be released after I become your… guest."
The man that spoke before smiled and spoke to his comrades in Czech. He then spoke in English.
"He'll be released near your home as soon as you arrive, don't worry we'll take care of him," with that he nodded.
Sherlock nodded stiffly once.
The four men cautiously advanced on Holmes.
The commanding soldier looked the detective up and down taking in his appearance and noticing his bruised face. When he observed Sherlock Holmes, he did not see the great man that everyone seemed to be afraid of; he saw a man that looked beaten down emotionally and not much better physically.
Sherlock rapidly blinked a few times and swallowed. The soldiers wondered if the detective was going to vomit and stopped advancing, not wishing to be close if that should happen. Sherlock put one hand on the wall and slid down until he was in a partially kneeling position, with one leg bent with the feet flat on the ground. The other leg was touching the ground along with one hand. His head was lowered toward the ground. He swayed even in the partially kneeling position.
The leader cursed and then communicated in Czech. The men laughed as he spoke. "Even the old woman was tougher. When I slapped her despite her tears, she looked like she wanted to slap me back. It's too bad that Veselý forbid us to killing her."
The man laughed more.
"What do we do?" One of the men asked. They were speaking English again.
There was a brief pause.
"Bring the car around as close as you can. We'll have to pick him up and carry him, don't want to attract attention."
One of the soldiers ran away to complete the task.
The leader looked Sherlock up and down. He was now breathing fast, a small moan escaped.
"You better hurry, pretty boy looks like he's about to pass out."
The soldiers relaxed as they laughed some more.
Sherlock's eyes were closed.
Two of the men came close to lift Sherlock up.
He put his gun away to help lift.
"On three. One… Two…"
"Three," A deep baritone voice answered.
They froze for only a second.