Sherlock Story
Forgotten Memories, Chapter 103
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: 1. Motorcar, motorcycles, motorbikes are the same thing. 2. Sessiz means Quiet in Turkish. 3. Tosser here means idiot.
Another chapter midweek.
The answer to last week's fun fact was Rat, Wedding, and Bow. :)
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Kitiara88 (You got rat right yea!) Prothea (You got rat and bow correct :) )
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"Good chess strategy suggests you make your first move with the pawn in front of either your King or Queen…"
… King or Queen part I …
"Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table."
W.H. Auden
His agile body slid easily into the back seat of the car.
"Evening. They let you out alone?" Donovan's tight voice floated from the front seat. Grifton nodded before adding a similar verbal greeting.
He looked straight ahead, as he fought his natural inclinations to suppress the sarcastic remark that came to his mind.
"Sergeant Donovan, Constable," Sherlock said with an insincere and overtly false cheer, "A pleasure as always."
Sally's lips turned up into half a smile. "I am sure that you've been thinking all day about riding to a crime scene in the backseat of a police vehicle. The highlight of your day, I'm sure."
Sherlock's eyes narrowed, as he again held back the ten, no, eleven remarks that were begging to be spoken. Holmes remembered that Lestrade would be slightly displeased with him already for neglecting to tell him that John was not with him. This motivated him to regretfully choose the milder of the replies.
Sherlock continued to smile falsely. "You're correct as always. You know what it's like to be in the back seat of a car Sergeant Donovan … Oh… I mean police car. There is a lot of room back here to lie down and do all sorts of official things." Sherlock took a moment to pause. "Thank you so much for coming…" He paused again to look at his mobile, "… to get me." He finished his statement with a teaspoon of sarcasm and just the right amount of implication.
Sally opened then closed her mouth again. He had not actually said anything wrong and yet it felt suspiciously like an insult. She knew him well enough to know that it might be best to not say anything further. She straightened her lips into a line and then returned a fake smile that matched his own fake smile.
She glanced and noticed that he had already turned to look out the window. She silently sulked while looking straight ahead and entering the expressway.
Anthea quietly walked up to Mycroft as he exited the office of The Chancellor. They walked in silence as they both glanced at each other. Mycroft held Anthea's eye contact for a second longer than he normally would. She wordlessly handed Holmes her mobile phone as she held the last door open for him. They stepped outside and descended the stairs as rapidly as they could without drawing attention to themselves. Mycroft wordlessly gave Anthea back her mobile, while quickly taking out his own. The Mercedes pulled almost immediately up to the curb, and a man in a suit stepped out of the front passenger seat, and opened the door for the British Government.
Once the doors closed securely around the occupants, Anthea automatically started to talk. "The original signal came in when you were in with The Chancellor." Anthea paused briefly as her fingers danced across the screen before adding. "Some sort of automated GPS coordinates program, downloaded to your mobile phone. It is a very advanced program. The only thing other than downloaded coordinates was one word."
"And, that would be?" Mycroft asked as he felt the shift in his body from the changes in the direction that the car was being driven.
"The word was Macarius, Sir." Anthea glanced at Mycroft as her fingers continued to move purposefully across her mobile.
Mycroft was quiet for a moment as his mind worked out the meaning of the word, how to proceed, and what to do next. After a few moments of silence, he spoke.
"When was the last time that our agents had a visual on Adler?"
Anthea was silent for a few seconds. "Close to five hours Sir. They seem to have lost her while she was traveling… Wait Sir." Anthea frowned slightly. "You authorized your brother to pick someone freelance to follow Miss Adler. They might still have a visual; give me a few seconds to confirm."
"Inform them that Miss Adler might be in need of assistance. "
"Yes Sir."
"How long is it before we leave for America?" Mycroft inquired while texting.
"A little more than six hours," Anthea replied as she looked at Mycroft now attentively.
"Let us make good use of that time." Mycroft stopped texting and now place a few important calls.
Holmes was quiet for the rest of the car ride as he went into his mind. Donovan glanced back as she occasionally looked in the rearview mirror at the Consultant Detective. He now had his eyes closed and seemed to be ignoring everything around him.
Sally picked up her vibrating mobile phone. She would normally ignore it while driving but this was Lestrade. She picked up the mobile and spoke quietly.
"Sir." She listened for a few minutes as she glanced back. "Yes Sir." She disconnected. Her mind was lost in thought until something caught her attention.
Sally thought that she sighted the same black car that she saw fifteen minutes ago, but when she looked back, the car was no longer there. She frowned and looked back one more time. She was getting a little jumpy. She was glad that Holmes eyes were closed; it was embarrassing enough without Holmes finding out and making one of his famous insensitive remarks.
Within ten minutes, Sally drove through the gaits to the property and pulled up to the house. There was complete silence except for the clicking sound of the front door of the vehicle opening and closing. Grifton walked a short distance away and entered a police car. He would take up watch for the night.
Sally was about to wake up Holmes but hesitated. She was not sure why. He was usually so guarded and basically unpleasant. She took this opportunity to observe him while he was not aware. She had to admit that he looked good for someone who almost died a little over six weeks ago. She continued to look observing his features. She frowned when she realized that when he put his guard down, he looked strangely innocent. If it were not for his scathing comments and sharp wit, he would even be considered attractive. She wondered to herself why he chose such a dangerous life. Everyone knew that he was a genius with the sciences. Why was he not working as a scientist somewhere?
She turned for a few seconds to look in the direction of Grifton's vehicle. She turned back to see Holmes eyes staring at her. They locked eyes for a minute. He had a intense look on his face. She quickly realized three things. The first was that she was caught. The second, was that his mobile was vibrating and that had woken him. The third was that it was a good idea to close her mouth. She refused to look embarrassed in front of him.
"Lestrade thinks Doctor Watson is with you." She said smoothly.
He nodded once then answered his mobile as he exited the vehicle. He gave a questioning glance when he noticed that she was not following.
"I'll return later to drive you back to your flat." Sally immediately pulled the vehicle back onto the driveway.
Sherlock nodded again and turned to walk the pathway that led to the house as he continued to listen to Lestrade.
"… Don't murder him Holmes, I'll know it was you even though I have no doubt that I'll never find the body." Holmes smiled at Lestrade's words.
He spoke for the first time. "Don't worry Detective Inspector, Anderson and I will get along splendidly, and I'll be the very model of civility. Enjoy the press conference."
His long legs carried him quickly to the front door. He took a moment to observe the outside area. He looked at the door. Due to the leaking of the latest murder and the impromptu press conference, no one would be at the crime scene. The exceptions were Grifton who was to guard the outside, and Anderson who was on the inside. Sherlock already decided that he would ignore the man, as he walked confidently inside.
Her eyes flew open as she exhaled a startled gasp. A sudden shift sent Adler sliding to the right. Her body violently struck the side of the motorcar, and then slid to the other side, striking the car door.
Sights, sounds, and sensations, flooded her senses in an overwhelming way. For a brief moment, there was panic. What had happened, where was she? The disjointed images and faces in the car started to solidify and come into focus. Adler did not notice when a groan escaped her lips. She now noticed the almost deafening volume of sound. Her rubbery hands attempted to cover her ears but she was only able to move her arms a few centimeters then they dropped on the seat.
She attempted to blink away the mental fog that seemed determined to settle in her mind. After a few minutes, it finally lifted. She was in the same car and that car was in a hurry to go somewhere. There were shouts, voices arguing, along with the sound of the car's engine being pushed to the maximum. She also noticed the distinct pop- clink sound of metal hitting metal.
She frowned as she noticed the car swerving back and forth, as the driver temporarily lost control, and then regained control of the moving vehicle again. She blinked again as she tried to push herself more upright in a way that would not draw attention to herself. The men seemed fully occupied, but it was still a good idea to be careful.
She continued to open and close her eyes as she attempted to think of the best plan. Her thoughts were coming slowly but they were coming. After a few minutes of being still, she felt her strength slowly returning. She looked around for anything that could be used as a weapon. She heard a clunk sound, and noticed the cars that were behind her that were in pursuit.
Irene Adler's mind became clearer as she was driven through the streets. The flashing lights of police officers on motorcars broke the dim light as they now joined the chase. She almost smiled. Mycroft. Apparently, she did not lose all of his men. She was unusually happy to be wrong. She looked around for a weapon, or something to use as a weapon. For a brief moment, she was grim. Her kidnappers were cornered. She now wondered if their orders were to kill her if they could not capture her. She shook herself inwardly as she decided not to give up. She tried earnestly to get her limbs to move.