Sherlock story

Forgotten Memories, Chapter 63

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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Things to know. 1. Paracetamol is a pain reliever. Tylenol.

T rated some future chapters may be M

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Note: Everyone Sherlock is currently in Spain.

:( Sorry, I meant for this to be up 24 hours ago. But, I gave multiple chapters. Read one a day or all at once, the choice is yours.

**********Warning for those who are sensitive. Read for more information. Those who are not just skip this section and enjoy the story. Contain spoilers. Still there? Okay. Chapter 61 and 62contain flash backs and non-graphic abuse. If this bothers you in any way, read chapters 60 and 64 only. You will still understand the story, I promise. ***************

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Lots of Love, Zacha

"An enemy generally says and believes what he wishes." ~ Thomas Jefferson

Current Day

Current Time

Peter sat and glanced at his watch. Mr. Holmes and company confirmed that they would arrive at their location in ten minutes. It was his intention to be away from the safe house before that occurred. His feet were tapping under the desk as he looked around. He put a fake smile on his face and nodded to an agent that walked by. He made a show of picking up his empty coffee cup and walking toward the kitchen.

From the kitchen, it was a small walk to the woods and a fifteen-minute walk to a dirt road that was supposed to have a car waiting. Patel would be resuming his position as the analyst in twelve minutes and from what he has noticed about the slightly anal young man, he would be on time.

He now stretched and walked to the kitchen. The security was not as high there. Peter assumed that they were on their way to the other location. He did not have much time. He walked through the kitchen. No one. He pushed open the door to the back as he attempted to casually walk away. He never got the chance as he ran into Kevin. He still looked tired.

"Hi," Patel said as he raised the cup of coffee in his hand.

"Hello," Peter said as he silently cursed the man in his mind. He was so close.

Kevin looked Peter up and down. If he wondered why he was away from his post at such a critical time, he did not say so with words.

"Well since you're up , maybe you can take over early. I won't mind leaving a little early." He spoke in a conspiratorial tone, as if they were best mates.

Patel looked at him oddly then spoke.

A man in camouflage outfit crouched in the trees. He was near a farmhouse. The spy had reported that due to deterioration in Mr. Holmes condition. They would stop at this site for six hours rest before continuing.

He stayed at a distance behind the trees as he saw a carload of people get out. One man who had his head covered with a hooded jumper seemed as if he could not walk in. He was carried in by two strong looking men with several other men and one woman following. He watched carefully and counted the men there.

He looked at his watch and made a call. "Mr. Moran, our men are close now. Do you wish for us to wait for you are to proceed."

Sebastian lay back in his Mercedes Benz and smiled. "No, proceed before their reinforcement can reach them. Kill everyone except Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes. Everyone."

Sebastian hesitated. "Also, bring me Doctor Watson. I would like to have a… conversation with him."

Sebastian smiled to himself. He disconnected the mobile. It was going to be a lovely day after all. He put on his sunglasses and hummed to himself.

Peter looked at his watch angrily as he started to sweat again. It should be happening now.

All of it now.

Kevin Patel had insisted that he finish out not only his shift but also the report. He eyed the door. He had to get out. His foot tapped nervously under the desk. If he were to walk out now, no one would know what he was doing. All he had to do was avoid Patel, the annoying skinny man.

He glanced at his watch. His feet tapped faster.

Moriarty's Men slowly surrounded the farmhouse. Sebastian had given them the okay to overtake the house. The leader gave last minute instructions. First, they were to overcome the occupancies that there would be no accidental shooting of the three persons that were to be a prisoner. Afterward everyone left was to be shot in the head. A simple plan

The leader counted down into the transmitter that was attached to his headgear.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

Chaos.

A small charge, set at the door blew the lock. That same door was kicked in by the boot of a large man. There was an explosion of sound. The popping sound of gunfire and the rattle of machine guns interrupted the mornings quiet. White sparks and flashes of light lit the room violently.

A battle raged that no one seemed to be willing to lose.

A/N: Love to all.