Sherlock story
Forgotten Memories, Introduction chapter 2
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to BBC along with the talented writers and amazing Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch. No money was made. The story however is my original thought, and comes out of my overactive imagination. Other characters introduced are also mine.
Author's note: This story stands alone. However, the character and relationship developments are from Deleted Memories. The first few chapters are an introduction.
**For those of you who read the end of Deleted Memories, this version has some changes and also have added and extended material. T rated but some future chapters may be M.
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"Courage is the first of human qualities because it is the quality that guarantees all the others."~ Winston Churchill
11 Hours Earlier
Sherlock frowned as he sat in the back seat of the London cab. Something about the last case bothered him. This crime scene was like the one yesterday. The two murders were exactly alike with one exception, the note. The note seemed to be written by someone other than the murderer. It was almost as if someone was trying to get his attention.
He doubted that the motivation was to be a helpful citizen.
He went into his mind, and cataloged data, searched, and organized information as the cab drove. His eyes opened suddenly. Sherlock glanced to his right as buildings, cars, and people, passed rapidly by the window of the cab.
He had not heard from John in two hours. That in and of itself was not unusual. However, he had a sense that something was slightly off-center. He called John's mobile. He would ask if he picked up milk as an excuse. He often told him that he could not abide John mothering him. Sherlock knew he would never hear the end of his hypocrisy if John realized that Sherlock was calling to simply make sure that he was okay.
There was no answer.
The Consultant Detective frowned. He was only two blocks away from the flat. He no longer cared if he seemed a little motherly he called again. He let it ring until he heard the prerecorded message where John's voice gave instructions to leave a message.
Sherlock was not sure why his heart started to race. It was not unusual to not hear from John for two hours. It was unusual however for him to not answer his phone. After the events of Ayyad's kidnapping and torture of Sherlock some eleven months ago, both men made an unspoken agreement to answer their phones immediately, even if it was just to say that they could not talk at the time.
Sherlock barely waited for the cab to come to a stop. He literally threw money at the cabby then ran into the flat. He almost bumped into Mrs. Hudson. His arms came out instinctively to steady them both.
"Have you seen John?" Sherlock asked rapidly. "No dear, last time I saw him was this morning in the…" She never got a chance to finish her sentence. Sherlock raced up the stairs taking two at a time.
"John… John, answer me!" He stood still as his eyes only traveled observing every detail of the moderately sized space. There was no sign of break-in. He looked at the table. John habitually puts his phone on that table when he entered the flat.
His phone rang. He looked at the screen. It indicated that the call came from John's phone. This however, did not give him comfort.
"Holmes." He answered with a grim expression.
"Mr. Holmes, do you know where Doctor Watson is?"
A/N: The reference to torture was taken from Deleted Memories starting in chapter 47.
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