Sherlock story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 23
A 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.
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T rated but some future chapters may be M.
"The one unchangeable certainty is that nothing is certain or unchangeable." -John F. Kennedy
Current Day
Undisclosed Location.
Agent Thomas stepped off the plane.
His hand gripped the metal handrail as his feet could be heard clicking against the metal. His normal suit was replaced with a tee shirt and khaki trousers. His muscular arms automatically brushed away the hair that a sudden gust of wind blew in his face. His sides and back were still short but his front was worn a little longer now and brushed back. At times like this, when the wind blew his hair back in his face, he thought of cutting all of his hair short again just so that he would not have to bother.
He sighed as impatient fingers fought the wind and again combed his hair out of his eyes. He looked around and glanced at his watch. He heard the sound of a motor. He looked to his right and saw a manned combat vehicle come to a stop below the runway. A tall and well build dark-skinned man walked up. He had a South African accent.
"Hero Sir, I'm Captain Magoro." They both did not waste time as The Captain handed a report over to Thomas and started to speak. "We have people positioned close to the ground but there have been…" The Captain looked at Agent Thomas without slowing his steps, "… complications. I will brief you fully in the car."
Thomas looked at the beautiful country as he easily slid into the back seat. One of these days, he thought, he would actually have the time to appreciate it.
Thomas could not help to wonder what they would find, and what the lunatic was doing to Sherlock Holmes. He had been assigned to him, on and off for many years, and despite his ability to find trouble, was actually fond of the man. He and Holmes had especially connected during the last case.
He looked out the window as the car pulled away from the runway and soon found the gravel road.
As the combat vehicle disappeared, in a cloud of dust, Thomas thought about the fact that he would take it personally if Holmes was injured or abused in any way.
"Listen to the night wind as it whispers your name,
It is calling."
~Frightbytes
Moriarty looked at his phone as he drove in the back seat of the black Mercedes. He looked curiously at the figure on his electronic device as they carried Holmes back to the bed and dressed him. He saw Doctor Yáng come into the room. She sat writing a report. She then left leaving one of her assistants with Holmes.
His finger caressed the screen as it touched the image of the man on the bed.
The small screen was clear.
Moriarty became annoyed now that the woman assistant sat on the bed next to Holmes. She blocked some of his view to Holmes.
He always liked an unblocked view of the detective.
The tall, shorthaired redhead assistant always seemed to have her back to the camera. The signal became lost for a moment as the car being driven changed direction.
Jim huffed frustrated as he looked at the driver as if he was somehow responsible for his devices signal strength. He looked back at the device in his hand. The image was small but now unclear; still, something caught his attention.
He was not sure what it was at first.
Jim's eyebrows raised in surprise. He looked shocked then a low giggle erupted from his lips. He lay his head back on the cool leather and laughed fully now.
Jim cursed as he giggled. "How adorable," he said to himself. He spoke to the driver. He hummed a tune while he punched in a number on his mobile phone. The game was starting to get interesting.
"Hello Sebastian, I need you to do something. Doctor John H. Watson. Fetch him for me. I'll need him in the next seven days."
The voice on the other end of the phone spoke. "Sir, he's very well protected."
"Sounds like a personal problem to me Seb. All I care about is that I have Doctor Watson by the end of the week. And Sebastian, be gentle with him, I have special plans for the doctor."
"Yes Sir." The call disconnected.
"Very special plans my pet." He said to the air.
Moriarty's attention turned to the driver, "I'll be heading home now."
"Yes sir, I've made arrangements for you. I am aware that your plans have changed. You are leaving in three days not in three weeks." The driver never took his eyes off the road.
"I've changed them again, do keep up. Not three days, I'll leave right now you cretin," Moriarty was annoyed. He was already searching the internet.
"Yes Sir," the driver turned the car around and headed for the private plane. He knew better than to ask questions.
A/N: Hi everyone, I wrote a few more chapters but I was not sure about the flow of events. It is critical that it is not confusing as it leads up to the next chapters.
I will post one chapter a day for the next few days starting tomorrow. Please comment, big or small it is appreciated. Let me know if the events are clear, but be gentle. You know I consider all comments. :)
Love to all.