Sherlock Story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 65
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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Note: Everyone Sherlock is currently in Spain.
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"Good fortune and bad are equally necessary to man, to fit him to meet the contingencies of this life."~French Proverb
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Men with their weapons drawn, approached a figure on the ground. It was a man who had been shot in the chest. The man in camouflage clothing lay lifeless on the ground, by the trees, on a lonely farmhouse. Captain Magoro pushed the hood of the jumper that he was wearing down. He looked over at Myers and his men as he finished his conversation with Patel. He disconnected his call.
He now walked over to Agent Myers.
Myers was looking at three prisoners that were being prepared to be taken to the safe-house. They would all be interrogated along with Peter Wilson. The spy had been caught by Kevin Patel.
Magoro laughed at the notion that the tall and lanky young man could have done such a good job. He seemed so young and inexperienced when he and Agent Thomas first met him.
First, investigating and informing every one of his suspicions. Remotely stopping the spy from taking over the computers. Remotely monitoring and intercepting as well as manipulating incoming and outgoing data. Then, staying awake another eight hours to stay one step ahead of Peter Wilson, all the while acting without suspicion. Finally, retrieving the location that they were supposed to bring Mr. Holmes to and warning those protecting Holmes of an ambush.
Magoro smiled, proud of Mr. Kevin Patel. He picked up his mobile phone and made another call.
"Thomas, it's over… The three survivors are being transported as we speak," Magoro looked at the vehicles that were leaving. Myers was giving the agents the final clearance to leave. She watched as they drove away.
Myers made a call now. She smiled as she heard his voice. "Mr. Holmes, it worked. Two men have wounds, one minor, one major. Everyone else here is fine."
He stayed at a distance behind the trees as he looked through the binoculars. He frowned as he inconspicuously went to report what he witnessed to Moran. He would not be happy.
Mycroft disconnected the phone call and sat back in his seat. His head turned toward Sherlock. Adler had insisted on being moved beside him. She lay back quietly.
At Last, Mycroft noted to himself with relief. She held Sherlock's hand quietly as she held her head back against the reclined seats and fought her own sleep. John moved between Sherlock and Adler as he prepared both for the aircraft to lift off.
Mycroft noticed John's glances. "Myers is fine." Mycroft said in John's direction as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. John gave the slightest of nods. He never said a word but he did stop glancing as he worked.
A man in a dark brown suit swiftly walked up to Mycroft as he hurriedly said, "Sir, all the preliminary flight checks are done. We are ready to take off whenever you are prepared."
Mycroft picked his mobile and called Thomas.
He noticed out of the corner of his eyes as Anthea took a seat next to him and sat down then buckled her seatbelt. She finished typing on her Smartphone and hit send. She looked mournfully at it and put it in her pocket. She tapped her nails on the arm of her plush seat. She then sighed dramatically. Mycroft noticed and smiled. She reminded him of someone who was going through a drug withdrawal.
"How does it look out there Thomas?" Mycroft asked.
"Quiet Mr. Holmes. We should still be vigilant, Sir. We are too close to leaving to put our guard down now." Thomas sounded slightly breathy. Mycroft could tell that he was climbing the steps to the aircraft. A few minutes of conversation and Thomas put his phone away. Thomas continued to talk to Mycroft as he buckled his seatbelt. John waited until the last minute as he double checked to make sure that Sherlock and Adler, the stubborn woman, was okay.
John noticed a severe look from Mycroft and nodded to him then sat close by Sherlock. He clicked his seatbelt close. He looked at Mycroft.
Mycroft understood that John was ready.
Mycroft signal for the pilot to begin the ascent. The aircraft started to roll. First, slowly then at incredibly increasing speeds.
60 Knots
85 Knots
125 Knots
155 Knots
At 155 Knots, The nose of the aircraft started to lift. Everyone in the cabin of the plane felt their body being pushed to the floor. The aircraft itself pushed against gravity as the thrust caused by the engines of the moderate sized aircraft overcame gravity. It continued its ascent higher and higher into the sky.
After the craft reached the appropriate high, the feeling went away. John's stomach felt a little woozy. Adler looked a little green as well. He unfastened his seatbelt and moved over to her.
Minutes later, Adler drifted off with her hand still in Sherlock's hand. Sherlock woke up soon after.
"Hi," John said as he moved his face directly above Sherlock.
"Jo," Sherlock tried to get out but coughed. John quickly got water and held it to his head as he assisted Sherlock's shaking hands to bring the cup to his mouth. Sherlock's eyes were already starting to roll upward into his eyelids. John knew that his friend would not stay awake long.
"John," Sherlock said with a genuine smile, he seemed overjoyed to see John. However, he quickly stopped smiling. It was almost as if he thought that he should not smile.
John frowned slightly, "You okay?" Something was odd about his behavior.
"Adequate," Sherlock said, as he seemed to study John as if he had not seen him for years.
"Sleep mate," John said in a whisper. Sherlock did not answer as his eyes closed. John was about to go back to his seat when he noticed Sherlock open his eyes into slits. The younger Holmes frowned and looked at his left hands that were clasped in Adler's right hand as she slept.
He huffed at her and gave her an annoyed and condescending look as he extracted his hand from hers. As Sherlock's eyes closed, he continued to frown. He acted as if the simple act that John had witnessed countless times between them had really put him off. Sherlock was very private with all but John, and Mycroft more and more as their relationship continued to heal, but he had become better at tolerating sentimental displays the last six months before he was taken.
John shook his head. He was not even sure he knew exactly what was bothering him. He looked at his friend. Sherlock was asleep again within seconds.
John stood there - looking, thinking, and frowning. He turned to the window.
The earth below could be easily seen due to the clear skies. Those who were awake in the cabin seemed to be looking or glancing out the window at the beautiful but distant countryside below.
Although no one said it, everyone thought the same thing, Thank God.
"Sir, you have a call." One of the men in his car informed Moran.
Moran opened his eyes.
Sebastian sat up from his seat as he stretched his thin but muscular frame. He then turned his neck to the side. A satisfying crack was heard. Music played softly in the Mercedes Benz. That along with the rhythmic rock had lulled his tired body to sleep. He stifled a small yawn as someone turned down the music.
"Yes, " he said with the smallest of smiles. The smile left his face. He listened more as a frown now replaced the smile.
"I see," he disconnected the call before saying goodbye. "Turn around and proceed to the airport. There is nothing for us here." Sebastian hesitated and cursed as he picked up his mobile. It was answered on the second ring.
"Mr. Moriarty, there has been complications." Sebastian hesitated "Mr. Holmes… um Benedict has temporarily escaped, Sir." Sebastian listened as his frown grew. Finally, an eyebrow rose. He took the mobile from his ears.
"Turn around, airport." Moran said through gritted teeth.
"You've already said that Sir. Sir, do you want the music turned back up?" The driver asked.
Moran did not answer, but his cold severe look caused the driver to say nothing else. The man who was driving cleared his throat as he turned the car around. The driver was careful to look straight ahead at the road, and thought it best to not say another word.
He disconnected the mobile. "Idiots." He said to himself.
"Oh well." He said as he straightened his necktie.
To anyone who was looking, a stylishly dress young man stood on the steps that would lead him to exit the private aircraft. His thin beige coat covered his Westwood gray suit and light gray white shirt. He stood as he looked around. He looked up at the sky. It might rain later. He huffed and then smirked to himself.
Rain, of course it would rain.
He smiled to himself as he turned up his IPod musical device. He took out his sunglasses holding them. They would shield his eyes from the bright sun that peeked through the gray layers of cloud shining blindingly only to retreat behind another cloud.
He took a deep breath and pushed a button. His eyes closed as music flooded into his ears. It was going to be a lovely day after all. He put on his sunglasses and hummed happily to himself. He was counting on Mycroft getting his brother back to England. He laughed quietly.
He took out a chess piece and chuckled to himself. "Time to move my rook, and prepare my pawns," Moriarty said while thinking.
He took a chess piece out of his pocket. It was the king. He tossed it in the air with his left hand as he caught it with the same hand.
I love a good game, he thought as he walked down the steps of the aircraft. He easily slid into the Mercedes and disappeared down the road. He was soon lost as he blended into the busy traffic.
Part two up over the weekend or Monday multiple chapters. Note: I was referring to Rooks, Pawns, and the King as pieces of a chess game. Thanks.
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