Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 144
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy."~ Gilbert Parker
He glanced anxiously out the window as he looked at the traffic. He paced nervously back and forth. He ran his hand through his hair several times now, it was standing straight up in some places. They had gone too far this time. He wondered with guilt about what was now happening to the Doctor, he liked him. They would have him by now.
He swallowed hard. His stomach flipped slightly.
He did not even want to think about what they were doing to the Consultant Detective. If their plan worked, they should have him by now as well. One of the soldiers told him about what was already done to Holmes. He also overheard them talking and laughing. If their leader was to get Holmes again…, he stopped the thought. He could not however stop the images.
It was true that the Consultant Detective could be abrupt, but despite Anderson's obvious hate and constant gossip; the truth was that Holmes has saved a lot of people from harm.
The guilt came. He should have protected Holmes. He was already injured, hurt and worse. Instead, he was helping to hurt him, to torture him, to break his mind, and to break his body.
He did not have a choice, he justified himself. His conscience told him that he was lying. He was an officer of the law. He, in fact, had choices; they were just difficult choices. Ayyad's men instructed him to return to work and act normally until they needed him again.
He paced some more with his hands covering his face.
At least the plan was to not kill Holmes; at least not physically. The images that flooded his mind were enough to cause his stomach to twist suddenly again, but stronger this time. McMullen ran to the bathroom and fell to his knees as he clutched the porcelain bowl and retched.
He darkly realized that he was not untruthful after all when he called work and said that he was sick.
An explosion of sound and a disorienting flash of light filled the small space. He did not realize that he was now on the floor in his bathroom with his face pressed against the comfortingly cold tile. A combination of three agents and two Yarders were flooding the room. He was quickly handcuffed and dragged into the living area. He was practically dropped on the couch.
He was relieved. For a moment, he thought it might have been Ayyad's men.
No one said anything for a brief moment. There was sudden stillness and quiet, as the silence in the room became pregnant.
A part of McMullen mind notice Sergeant Sally Donovan and the new detective in the room. He tried to think of her name and finally remembered that it was Myers, Mary Myers.
Myers wore nice shoes. He noticed that fact because he could not bring himself to look into her eyes. He glanced around the room and saw similar looks that ranged from anger yet sympathy, to disappointment to combinations of the three.
Donovan kneeled down next to Joseph McMullen as she put her hand on his hand.
He ventured a look at Donovan. There was no mistaking her anger but there was also an underlying sympathy. "Who did they threaten to kill, was it Ellan?" Donovan was concerned about his girlfriend. "You need to tell us everything, don't worry we put her in protective custody." McMullen stared grimly at Donovan. He never noticed Myers moving closer.
Myers interrupted Donovan.
"We're sort of in a hurry so if you'll cut the crap, it would be greatly appreciated." Myer said impatiently as she pulled out a gun.
McMullen looked at Myers now and frowned.
"Tell them," she growled in a low and dangerous voice. Everyone looked at McMullen with confusion as they waited to understand what could have caused such a betrayal from one of their own, a second-generation law enforcement officer.
McMullen sighed and then spoke as he focused on the wall. "I had debt, quite a bit. Someone came to me and offered to… help. It wasn't that bad at first just a little information here and there. Copying a document or two, stealing or planting false evidence. It changed, they seemed to be interested in anything that had to do with Sherlock Holmes, his cases, his habits. When Holmes came back, I mean from the dead, you know what I mean; they paid me to know what was occurring starting from the moment the news of his resurrection hit the news."
Donovan had risen and was no longer holding his hand.
He looked at her pleadingly.
"How the bloody hell was I to know that they would take it this far, I thought they would just beat him up a little, I didn't know that they would…" he stopped talking suddenly.
"They paid you quite a bit of money for your gambling problem." Myers said. There was a pause, as stunned looks appeared on the faces of the Scotland Yard personal. "No one was threatened in your case except maybe yourself if you back out of your little arrangement."
She looked him over with contempt, "Where is Doctor Watson being kept. You've become close to one of the younger soldiers that is stationed in England, what did he say." His mouth hung open as he wondered how she knew so much. Who was this Myers, he questioned as he closed his mouth and pulled his lips into a straight line and frowned. He said nothing more.
"I need a moment alone," Myers said as she pulled out her gun.
Donovan opened her mouth to speak but closed it again. Mycroft agents already left and were outside the door. She nodded to the Yarders who walked out now. She looked at Myers and looked McMullen. Donovan then walked out without looking back again or saying another word.
The door closed as she attached a silencer to her gun, she gazed at McMullen who looked at her warily.
"Where is Doctor Watson? Do try to remember that I am in a hurry?" She said in a voice as sweet as honey.