Sherlock story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 27
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.
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Things to know. 1. 10 kilometers is a little over 6 miles. 2. ETA means estimated time of arrival.
"Evil is a point of view." ANNE RICE, Interview with the Vampire
His suit jacket was off, tie loosened, and his shirtsleeves rolled up. The wind whipped his normally perfectly manicured dark hair back and forth. One hand was stretched over his head as it gripped the roll bar above him in the open jeep.
He refused to wait for one of the air-conditioned enclosed all terrain vehicles he normally traveled in. He drove with three of his most loyal men now. Sebastian was the only one he trusted more, as far as Moriarty trusted anyone.
Behind sunglasses, he closed his eyes as the wind whipped past his designer shirt and cooled his skin as it simultaneously caressed his face. They were only ten kilometers away from the airfield. At the speed that they were traveling, they would arrive just pass nightfall. He smiled without opening his eyes as he prepared for his next move in the mental game of chess.
"A true friend walks into hell to get you out, armed with only a fire extinguisher." ~ G.F.
Current Day
London
Mrs. Hudson sat quietly at the table. Her right hand reached reflectively for the empty cup of tea that John just finished drinking. Her fingers traced the tip of the cup. Her eyes moved upward now watching John as he double-checked to make sure that he did not forget anything. He looked around one last time then picked up his bag. He paced back and forth twice before looking at Mrs. Hudson apologetically. He seemed to have forgotten that she was in the room. She smiled knowingly.
He walked over to the table now and stood before her. He put his bag down.
"Take care of yourself Mrs. Hudson. Be careful. One of Mycroft's agents is assigned outside in the black car, and don't forget that the emergency number is on your table in the kitchen underneath the phone."
"You're not taking your gun?" Mrs. Hudson asked. She had not noticed him putting it in his jacket or on his person.
"I think I'll need a little more than my handgun." John smiled. "Mycroft has a personal weapon for me to use."
Mrs. Hudson glanced at the floor then back at John. "Well, three things love. Get Sherlock back. Don't get yourself shot. If anyone tried to stop you, shoot straight."
"Yes Mum." John smiled then looked at Mrs. Hudson intensely.
"Well then...," She smiled after she kissed John's cheek . "Off with yah."
John nodded then picked up his one piece of luggage and hurried down the stairs of 221B Baker Street. He never knew about the fact that Mrs. Hudson's smile left the moment she heard the front door shut.
He climbed into the waiting cab and it pulled away into traffic.
An agent in a black car pulled behind the cab following closely as it made its way to the airport.
Two people watched as Doctor Watson drove away in the cab. One was Mrs. Hudson as she looked out the window. The other was a man who had been following John's movements for seven days now.
Sebastian moved one hand to the passenger seat of the car. He then opened the mobile and pushed a button. "He's on the move with one visible agent following."
There was a pause as he listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. "Get everyone in position, be discreet," Sebastian said. His free hand easily turned the steering wheel as he pulled into the street.
All three vehicles disappeared as they blended into the moderately heavy London traffic.
"A champion is someone who gets up, even when he can't." ~ Jack Dempsey
Three guards suddenly walked into the room. One started to undress a sleeping Homes. Irene looked shocked wondering what was happening. She stood then walked up to the guard that she knew to be in charge. She appeared to have more confidence than she felt.
"I am in charge of the test subject; I demand to know what is occurring." Holmes stirred and groaned but did not fully wake.
"We've been ordered to dress him." A dark blue Westwood suit had materialized next to the bed. "Wait!" Irene said a little louder than she meant to. To her surprise, everyone stopped and looked at her. Sherlock's eyes fluttered for a moment but they did not open. Irene put on her best professional face.
"If anything is to be done I will do it," she said in as casual a voice as she could manage. She put on a smile, "We wouldn't want all that preparation to go to waste now would we. I'm sure that your employer would not want that." One of the guards looked at his supervisor for direction.
"You have twenty minutes. Do you need someone to help you turn him?" She looked at Sherlock and tried not to frown but put what she hoped was a confident look on her face.
"Forty minutes, and no, I can manage," She said with a smile.
"Forty minutes, not a second more." The supervising guard nodded to the woman who he thought to be Doctor Yáng's assistant and walked briskly toward the door. Irene waited until the door closed.
Something was wrong. Something was very, very, wrong. Irene's mind worked quickly as she drew a conclusion.
She inhaled sharply as her head snapped to her right and she stared at Sherlock. Her mind suddenly understood with blinding clarity what had happened.
She would have to work fast.
Of course, she had very little chance of her plan succeeding she thought darkly, still she had to try.
Sherlock's shirt was already removed by the guards. Irene walked shakily over to Sherlock. She discreetly glanced out the windows. She could partially disable the alarm for the windows in ten to fifteen minutes but they would only have a total of twenty minutes before the alarm notified the guard of their escape. She might be able to escape but not dragging Sherlock along.
She would not leave him.
The guards were outside so she could not just walk to the other end of the mansion unnoticed to alert the other agent.
She knew if she were to try to escape, the next thirty minutes would be the only time to do it. "Sherlock," she whispered. He did not respond.
"Sorry," She said as she walked closer to the head of the bed. She frowned then slapped his face. "Time to wake up." She said.
Sherlock groaned as his eyes fluttered. His eyes fluttered open in surprise and what appeared to be, slight annoyance. He stared at her. The expression was so familiar she resisted the urge to laugh.
"Can you stand? I need you to stand," She grunted urgently as she pulled him up to a sitting position. He swayed in the bed. His opened eyes fluttered as he fought to concentrate. He seemed to suddenly notice her. He locked his eyes with her as he struggled to keep them from closing.
"Time to get up," Irene whispered encouragingly.
Images floated through his head, he groaned. He opened his eyes and looked at her again. The images floated downward. Something about looking at her seemed to ground him.
"Sherlock," She put her hands under his shoulder and tried to push upward. Something seemed to click in Sherlock's mind. He seemed confused but at the same time, he seemed to understand that she wanted him to stand. With a weak nod, he struggled to get up. She would not have time to dress him, but it was cool at night. He would need a shirt and shoes.
Sherlock was upright and leaning heavily on Irene as she buttoned his dress shirt. He still had his pajama bottoms on. His legs started to shake. He was beginning to lose consciousness. "Stay with me please." She whispered rubbing his cheek. For one brief moment, she saw Sherlock's determined eyes looking back at her, but just as quickly, it was gone replaced with confusion.
"Let's move slowly," she said encouragingly. His weight as he leaned more heavily was almost too much for her. She refused to give up. He, with her help, took two shaky steps as he struggled to keep his eyes on her.
Her eyes closed suddenly as she heard the door open. Her back was to the door. She opened them and locked eyes with Sherlock. She tried smiling at him as he looked sleepily at her. She grabbed his hand and squeezed gently.
She refused to look away from him even when she heard a voice behind her asking.
"Need some help?"
"Fortune knocks but once, but misfortune has much more patience." ~Author Unknown
Mycroft's mobile rang. He reached inside his vest pocket and retrieved the telephone. "Yes," Mycroft answered distractedly as he watched his staff pick up then carry his luggage toward the door to be put in the car.
"Sir, we've not had contact with Agent Moore." A voice on the other end of the line informed Mycroft.
Mycroft stopped his movement and closed his eyes.
"How long has contact been broken?" He asked as he, motioned Anthea with his free hand. She immediately pulled out her mobile and started a whispered conversation with someone on the other end of the phone line.
"His check in time was one hour and forty two minutes ago. They never made it to the airplane."
They're wasted no time, Mycroft thought to himself. "Activate protocol thirty, grade two surveillance."
"Yes, Sir." The caller disconnected.
He had anticipated Doctor Watson's abduction. Still, he found it bothered him much more than he thought that it would. A determined look came on his face. He hurried to his briefcase and pulled out a report. He read it quickly and memorized the data.
"Connect me with Agent Thomas," Mycroft said rapidly as he made another call.
Holmes made two more calls.
Current Day
Safe-house
Kevin Patel stood stiffly as the silent blinking of a green light alerted him to the fact that someone was within twenty yards of the perimeter of the seemly average cottage.
There were already three visitors in the downstairs conference room. The analyst's hands tapped nervously on his thighs without him noticing. He stood with a gun discreetly tucked in his side, secured only by his trouser belt. It was out of view but could be reached easily if necessary. Even with his training and regular target practice, the truth was that Kevin never shot at another human being in his life.
The person, persons, coming in had already informed the young analyst of their estimated time of arrival, their physical description, and had given the appropriate authentication codes, per protocol. Still, he felt safer with the gun close by.
Within seven minutes, two agents walked to the door. Kevin took a breath and put a plastic smile on his face as he prepared to greet them. The door opened.
Patel looked at the men as they came through the door. Both were tall. One was dark skinned with short curly hair. Patel considered the fact that the man gave the impression that he could easily use those well-developed muscles to lift then break his skinny frame in two.
His eyes now traveled to the second man. He was dressed in a tee shirt and khaki trousers. He had an air of authority and an intense gaze. Kevin considered himself tall but the man before him was taller. Kevin felt slightly intimidated by the man who looked down at him, evaluating him, but he refused to show it.
Kevin broke the silence.
"Agent Thomas, Captain Magoro, everyone is downstairs and waiting. Agent Pavlov's ETA is twenty minutes so she should be arriving soon."
Thomas said nothing; he only looked at Patel's side. To the side that Kevin had hidden his gun in the waist of his trousers. Thomas raised an amused eyebrow.
"I don't think you'll need that now," He said as he looked pointedly at Kevin's side. "Maybe you should consider shifting it slightly to your back."
Kevin's face turned red with embarrassment as he tried to remain professional. He cleared his throat. "They're downstairs, Sir. Second door to your left."
"Thank you Mr. Patel. Expect a phone call," Agent Thomas said as they started to walk away.
Mr. Patel looked as the two men disappeared through the door. He sat on the edge of the table. He sighed as he shifted his gun slightly to the back. He had to admit that it was slightly more comfortable. He no sooner sat down than the telephone rang. Kevin turned his head and frowned as he picked up his earpiece and placed it in his ear. He pushed the button on top, holding it for three seconds to activate it.
He already knew who it was. "Yes Sir."
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