Chapter 20
Author's notes: Alright now guys seriously? You are all so irritated with Molly, but if Molly didn't do silly things, then Sherlock couldn't rescue her and we wouldn't have the over protective, grabbing, hugging, kissing, and all the other fun stuff that we Cumbercookies like to imagine Benny doing to us, don't lie, you all know that you insert your name into all the female character roles of these Sherolly stories!
Anyhow, this chapter was fun to write, a lot of action, my favorite besides smut .
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Greg Lestrade couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. He had to slam on his breaks to not send the black Mercedes that had stopped short in front of him spiraling. Had Sebastian Moran not already had Molly in his arms, he would have rammed the car.
Upon seeing Greg, Moriarty smiled wickedly before climbing into the car. The car sped off nearly taking out two parked cars as it turned onto the street. Greg barely made out the shape of John Watson running towards the Mercedes firing his gun before he sped off after the car.
John watched Greg's car disappear down the road following after the black Mercedes. John's gun free hand reached into his pocket for his mobile. When he couldn't feel it there he yelled his frustration. "FUCK!" He turned and bolted back into the hotel.
Greg was right on the tail of the Mercedes, swerving in and out of traffic as easily as the Mercedes was. In an effort to lose the Scotland Yard detective the driver of Moriarty's car swerved without warning onto a dirt road. Greg had to slam on the breaks and back up to turn and follow. Within seconds Greg was right on the bumper of the car once again.
As Greg drove at a very dangerous speed to keep up with Moriarty, he grabbed his mobile from the console and proceeded to drive one handed as he dialed the number to the Causton CID. He was informed that they had already received a call and other officers were in route.
Both cars reached speeds of close to 90 miles per hour on the dark country road and it was unfortunate for them both that a tractor was heading straight for them. The bright lights from the tractor blinded both drivers causing both Greg and Moriarty's driver to swerve each on the opposite side of the tractor to avoid missing it. The Mercedes spun once but with superior engineering, it was able to right itself and continue on. Greg was not so lucky. He lost control of the car, hit a fence post, and slammed into a massive dirt and rock pile.
The front wind shield shattered as the entire front of the car was forced inward. Greg's head hit the steering wheel, but not hard enough to knock him unconscious. He was dazed however and it took him a few moments for the dizziness and ringing in his ears to stop. When it did, he unhooked his seatbelt and dragged himself from his car. The gash across his forehead was almost three inches long and there was a substantial amount of blood dripping down his face and into his eyes. "DAMINT TO BLOODY HELL!" he yelled at the top of his lungs into the cold night air.
He slammed both his fists down onto the steaming hood of his car before violently shoving the driver door closed. It was after he kicked the door that he noticed something was wrong. He looked down and saw his ankle turned in a peculiar direction. His eyes opened wide as the nauseas hit him.
"Shit…" He said quietly as his vision began to blur once again and he promptly fainted.
Sherlock Holmes was beyond annoyed as he drove towards the Causton police station. His mobile rang and he didn't bother to look who was calling before he answered. "Sherlock Holmes."
"Sherlock, this is Chief Inspector Barnaby. I understand that it is late and that you left the hospital only a few hours ago, but would you be able to come back. Troy is confident that he can…"
"Chief Inspector why are you not waiting for me at Causton CID?" Sherlock huffed.
Sherlock was met with momentary silence before Barnaby answered him. "Why would I meet you at Causton CID?"
Sherlock sighed. "Because your bloody lieutenant told me that you had discovered new evidence and that I was to meet you there as soon as possible."
"One of my lieutenants? Sherlock, I have been at the hospital most of the day. I haven't even been into the office today to speak to one of my lieutenants." Barnaby answered.
Sherlock's eyes opened wide as realization dawned on him. "Fuck!" He shouted into the phone. "I'm so fucking bloody stupid!"
Sherlock tossed the phone down and made a u turn in the middle of oncoming traffic. Car horns and curses broke the peacefulness of the brisk night air as Sherlock continued on down the road back towards the hotel.
"Sherlock? Sherlock what is happening?" Barnaby yelled into the phone.
"Moriarty!" Sherlock yelled back loud enough for Barnaby to hear. "He's taken Molly!" Sherlock swerved his car into the oncoming lane to go around an elderly couple who were driving slowly. The oncoming driver blasted his car horn at Sherlock and swerved to miss hitting him. Sherlock jerked his car back over into the correct lane. "Stupid…I'm so bloody stupid! Why didn't I see?" He roared into the car. "Always something, there's always something that I miss! Bloody brilliant my arse! Sherlock Holmes, the bloody damn fool!"
"Damn." Barnaby muttered snapping his mobile closed.
"Sir? Has something happened?" Gavin asked, concern etched on his forehead.
Barnaby glanced at Gavin lying in his hospital bed bruised and battered. He debated whether or not to tell him since it would distress him so and he would feel helpless in his current situation. But he felt Gavin deserved to know that someone he cared about was in danger. "Moriarty…Sherlock believes he used a ruse to take Molly."
"What?" Gavin shouted attempting to sit up. He gasped in pain but pushed through it, shoving the blanket away from him.
"No Troy!" Barnaby said pushing him back onto the bed.
"But I need to help!" Gavin said, his voice full of desperation.
"No Gavin you need to stay exactly where you are and let your body heal. Do not make me call in the doctor to have you sedated."
"But…he's mad…he's insane…he'll hurt her." Gavin said
"We will get her back Gavin. I promise you that, we will get her back." Barnaby said before he turned and left the room.
Gavin stared after him, watching the door to his hospital room close slowly. He swallowed hard and allowed the few tears that were stinging his eyes to fall.
Sherlock stormed into the hotel room where John instantly arose to meet him.
"Why the hell didn't you answer your bloody phone?" John yelled.
Sherlock stalked towards him and grabbed him by the collar, slamming him into the wall. "Why weren't you watching her John? Where the hell were you?" He roared.
John shoved him back. "I was here trying to stop the car! Where the bloody hell were you? Off gallivanting somewhere to deduce something that's bloody useless?"
John stumbled backward into the wall when Sherlock's fist made contact with his face. John was on his feet in an instant and was seconds from tackling Sherlock.
"Stop it! Both of you!" Sarah cried. "This isn't helping Molly! It's no one's fault! No one but Moriarty's for being the cruel evil man that he is. So please just stop."
Sherlock and John stared at one another, their chests rising and falling under their labored breathing. It was Sherlock who broke first, his eyes showing his fear and desperation. "Forgive me John. I…I'm just…"
John nodded and gripped his arm. "I know Sherlock. I didn't mean…I'm sorry."
Sherlock nodded and turned to leave, but John grabbed his arm. "Where are you going Sherlock?"
"To save Molly." Sherlock said. "Come on John, we don't have much time."
John's eyes opened wide with fear. "You think he'd hurt her?"
"He'll take her and disappear and it will take me months or maybe even years to find her again." Sherlock said, the panic making his voice rise.
The tension in the air was interrupted by a mobile ringing. It rang several times before Sherlock finally snapped. "Answer it damnit!"
"It's not my mobile Sherlock. "John said softly, trying to calm his distraught friend.
Sherlock stared at John as if he didn't understand. Sarah approached Sherlock and pulled his mobile from his pocket and handed it to him. "It's going to be okay Sherlock." Sarah said softly, squeezing his arm gently.
Sherlock stared at his mobile and took a few deep breaths to try and steady himself. His thoughts were moving too fast and he was becoming overwhelmed by a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had never felt this way before and it confused him. His mobile continued to ring and slowly he brought it to his ear and answered. "Yes?" He said.
"Sherlock, I have information that…" the voice on the phone began.
"Mycroft I don't have time for this." Sherlock's voice cracked with emotion. "Molly…she's…"
"Has been take, I am aware. That is why I have called you. I think you had better try and calm yourself and listen to what I have to say." Mycroft said. "I told you long ago that caring was not advantage. Fortunately for me, I am able to take my own advice and have been following this situation since you left London."
"Don't lecture me Mycroft…" Sherlock warned
"For once in your life you are going to shut your blasted mouth little brother and listen to me very carefully." Mycroft snapped. "Since I am able to divorce myself from this situation, I am able to see things clearly. You are emotionally compromised at this moment which is understandable since you love Dr. Hooper. But your desperation is going to cause you to make a mistake. Barnaby and I have had a plan in motion from almost the beginning."
"What are you talking about?" Sherlock asked, the exhaustion coming through his voice.
"Barnaby has been concerned that you might become emotionally compromised since your first altercation with his Detective Sergeant regarding Dr. Hooper. He contacted me to voice his concerns. I have had my people there with all of you in Causton and Midsomer Worthy for some time now."
"Mycroft do you know where she is?" Sherlock's voice wavered.
"Not at this moment, but I will very soon. I will be in touch soon." Mycroft said. "Sherlock, brother, it will be alright." And with that, Mycroft disconnected the call.
Molly awoke alone in a large bedroom decorated with dark greens and purples. The decor was distinctly masculine. She climbed from the bed and went to the window looking out over the grounds of the massive estate. She turned and gasped when she heard masculine voices approaching. She quickly ran back to the bed and climbed in, laying her head back down and pretending to be asleep still.
The door opened and a man entered carrying a silver tray of food. He sat the tray on the stand beside the bed and sat down on the edge. He reached over and gently shook Molly. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the man. His smile was gentle and his eyes were kind.
"Dr. Hooper. My name is Jack McFarlane." He helped Molly to sit up. "I work for Mycroft Holmes. I'm here to help you get out of here."