Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 141
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.
"Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing
to attempt." ~ Shakespeare
Present Day
Multiple popping sounds were heard. Sherlock's body flinched at the sounds. He waited but no pain came. He smiled.
A short-lived battle was taking place behind him. It was over in a matter of minutes. Sherlock kept his eyes on the soldiers. Suddenly all was quiet.
"Thomas," The Consultant Detective said without looking back.
He heard two footsteps running toward him. One ran pass to the suspects. The other ran up to him. "You're late," Sherlock informed Thomas with a slight smile.
"Your signal gave me the general area, but I did have to search for you Mr. Holmes." After looking him over briefly, "You knew I would follow you?" Agent Thomas asked as he allowed the other agent to secure the suspects with plastic handcuffs and call for backup.
Sherlock glanced behind him at the obviously dead soliders. He then lowered his gun and secured it, but not before giving Thomas the; do not be an idiot look.
"Alright," Thomas said with hands half raised.
"The only thing I'm still trying to work out Thomas is; did you know that I was going to… shall we say exit quietly or was Mycroft aware of what I planned earlier than I thought and warn you?"
Now it was Thomas turn to give Holmes the look. "How many years have I known you Mr. Holmes?"
"Point taken," Was all that was said in reply.
"What now, Mr. Holmes, We'll take them in for questioning. However, that will take time."
Sherlock looked back at the leader. "Sorry don't have time for that. I'll have a little chat with him."
"Mr. Holmes," Thomas started to say but Sherlock ignored him and walked away. Thomas frowned, sighed, and then picked the mobile and asked how close was the ambulances.
Thomas told the other agent to not interfere. He then stood cross-armed close by.
Sherlock walked up to the leader.
"I need you to tell me where you were instructed to take me. I need to know how many soldiers were and are still there and I need you to tell me the next time that you are expected to check in… " Sherlock studied his face carefully. The leader said nothing.
"The bomb that is to explode today, what kind of a bomb is it exactly?" Sherlock noticed the look of surprise followed by the slightest of facial twitching. "Ah, I see. Thank you," he told the leader who had a confused look on his face.
"Now back to the original question. Where is Doctor Watson?" Sherlock took back out John's gun pointing it to the ground. The leader said nothing but looked from Holmes, to Agent Thomas, to the other agent who looked just as confused, back to Holmes. His mouth was partially open.
These were the police. The police is not allowed to just shoot someone. Most of the police don't even carry guns in England. He's just bluffing the leader decided. As the leader's fear left, he glared back.
Sherlock now pointed the gun at the man. "I won't ask again. You have until three." His voice became incredible low.
The leader looked at the Agent's face. Thomas looked grim but said nothing with his arms still folded.
"One…"
The leader stared at Holmes he had a blank expression.
"Two…"
A gunshot was heard followed by a howl of pain as the man grabbed his leg. Tears were rolling down his eyes as he shouted, "You didn't get to three… You didn't get to three!" He held his leg.
"I'm injured, sorry my hands slipped. Now, you were about to tell me where Doctor Watson is. Remember, I am in a hurry." Sherlock's face was unreadable.
The leader looked at him warily as he still held his leg.
Sherlock sighed, "Your right, I didn't get to three. I'll try again." He pointed the gun at the other leg. "You do realize that I'll run out of extremities soon." Sherlock counted again.
"One…"
"WAIT… WAIT… Alright… I'll tell you just, STOP SHOOTING ME!" The soldier shouted as he held up his hands.
"Speak quickly and no tricks, I may get angry." Sherlock informed.
The soldier spoke quickly, and told everything he knew. Sherlock turned to leave but first bent down and accidentally pressed on the soldier's wounded leg. The man grunted from the pain.
"By the way, that woman you hit, I happen to like her, consider yourself lucky that I am in a hurry. Oh, am I leaning on your leg. That must hurt soooo… sorry." Sherlock patted the soldier on the cheek before getting up and walking away.
The wail of sirens was heard close by.
Thomas quickly spoke to the other agent then went around and jogged to catch up to Mr. Holmes.
"Mr. Holmes you need to wait for backup."
"I've already wasted enough time." Sherlock did not slow his steps down but looked at his watch.
"Mr. Holmes…" Thomas said as he ran in front of him and blocked his way. "Wait."
"Thomas, John does not have time; and Ayyad has the codes on his person to stop the bomb. Make a decision Thomas, I am going around you or over you, it's your choice. Although, I'm willing to admit that I could use the help but I will not risk John." Sherlock said nothing more.
Thomas sighed and got out of his way but followed. "Well, we'd best be off, as you said there is not much time."
Sherlock nodded relieved. They started walking then jogging. As they jogged to the car, a question pressed on Thomas' mind.
"The silence is deafening, Thomas." Sherlock continued to jog but did not look at Thomas.
"Why did you sneak away then not go with them." Thomas wondered.
"They were not going to release Doctor Watson." Sherlock did not slow his pace.
"If they were going to release him," Thomas hesitated slightly, "Would you have gone with them?"
"Yes," Sherlock said simply. Thomas stopped asking questions.
They approached the car and quickly got in and drove off.