Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 146
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover the core of
strength within you that survives all hurt." ~Max Lerner, The Unfinished Country, 1950
Present Day
One more floors to go.
They were on the fourth floor now with only one floor left. The stairs were on the other side of the corridor. The patrolling soldier passed by similarly unaware of the agent and the Consultant Detective who were trying their best to become part of the wall and still their movements.
They came to the end of one corridor and faced a new corridor. There was one passageway on the left, one on the right, and one straight forward. Thomas was in the lead. There were a few yards of space where there would be no coverage. Thomas thought for a moment. It was one of the many risky movements they had to hazard since entering the building.
Thomas nodded at Sherlock and then motioned with his hand for him to go first. Sherlock acknowledged his directive with a return nod. He could see straight ahead clearly but not in the other two directions, so he eased his way to the edge of the wall. He glanced in both directions then quickly passed the open space and went into the next corridor and formed his body close to the wall. Thomas did the same and was about to pass the open space when it happened.
Thomas saw the slight widening of Holmes eyes as his mouth simultaneously started to open. Thomas' eyes widened as he attempted to turn at the same time as a click of a door closing was heard. Thomas knew with chilling certainty that he would not be able to react in time.
Shots rang out as both the sounds of flesh being hit and the thud of a body, pierced the air and echoed down the corridor.
Lestrade sat with his hand tightly gripped to his phone. The cars sped their way along the highway toward the location that Myers and Donovan called in. Donovan was also on her way to the location that Watson was reported to be detained at. Myers was on her way to the suspected bomb location. The location of a bomb that if it were to detonate, would be considered a national disaster.
Lestrade sighed. He hoped Sherlock managed to stay alive.
Lestrade was very concerned about the young detective. Despite his confident appearance, it was obvious from the last time that he saw him at the flat, that he was physically and emotionally holding on by a thread. He felt guilty at the fact that Sherlock slipped out of flat without being detected. A part of him wondered if he knew in his heart what was going to happen but allowed it.
A part of him may have.
Even in Sherlock's current state, Lestrade had to confess privately that he knew him well enough to trust him. Even with all odds against him, Sherlock always came out on top.
He thought back to when he met Sherlock.
Lestrade had known Sherlock at his worst, as a brilliant, genius-level but loss, upper-class kid who had an uncanny ability to see patterns in seemingly disconnected events.
The first time that he met him, he was in the process of arresting him for simple drugs possession. Lestrade smiled at the realization that he was sarcastic even back then.
The skinny kid was in the back seat of the police cruiser. Sherlock's eyes were closed therefore, Lestrade had assumed that he had passed out. Lestrade as a young detective, was discussing a case by phone as he drove. It had been his current case; the unsolved murder of an older couple who reported a suspected drug dealer.
Sherlock opened his eyes and within minutes was asking questions. As a joke, Lestrade had told him the facts of the case. With fifteen more minutes, Sherlock had made a deduction and informed Lestrade of who the killer was. It was the live in nephew for the insurance money, not the drug dealer just taken into custody. This was right before he passed out. Sherlock would be later proven right. The nephew confessed everything and hung himself in the jail cell.
Lestrade had convinced his partner to have him give the kid a onetime break instead of booking him on drug possession. Within twenty-minutes, his brother, a younger Mycroft Holmes pulled his car into a park and Lestrade release him to his brother, on the condition that Sherlock would agree to let his brother get him in rehab.
Two months later, a clean Sherlock Holmes and his brother turned up with the proposal of helping with cases. Lestrade agreed as long as Sherlock agreed to stay clean.
A year later, the Consultant Detective position was created.
Lestrade came out of his thoughts as he looked at the exit to the highway. He glanced at his watch. He was growing impatient. Something in his gut told him that time was against Sherlock and also against John.
He willed the car to move faster.