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I do however own Cleopatra Holmes as she is my own creation
Chapter 8
Sherlock was not happy, John could see that almost immediately. He paced up and down that alleyway muttering to himself. He had already examined the small drops of blood on the floor.
John thought it was time to break the silence. "Any ideas Sherlock?"
"Ideas? Of course I have ideas John don't be dull"
"Well will you share it with the rest of us?" John asked patiently.
"She was walking towards Paddington Street Gardens when she noticed that a black car, possibly a 2014 Jaguar F Type was following her. She panicked and walked into here. At the same time another car, probably a Black Volvo C30..."
"Not quite as impressive" interrupted Lestrade
"That car would have been the can they use the most. The Jaguar was just a one off" Sherlock continued "the Volvo pulls up blocking the other entrance, Cleo is now trapped. She fights, they fight back and knock her out. She is taken in the Jaguar and the dog is taken in the Volvo"
"But why take the dog?" asked John puzzled
"The dog is part of it" Sherlock answered
"What! Don't be ridiculous Sherlock, this dog isn't Scooby Doo!" Exclaimed Lestrade
"Think about it Lestrade, Cleopatra finds a dog abandoned in Leicester Square and next I get attacked, once you eliminate the impossible,whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. There is no such thing as a coincidence."
"Sherlock quick, I've just received a text from Mycroft. He says he thinks he knows who owns the Jaguar" said John quickly.
Sherlock and John grabbed a taxi and made their way over to Mycroft's building. They were greeted by a heightened security force who, once they know who they were finally let them through.
"Expecting someone Mycroft?" remarked John as they were shown into Mycroft's office.
"One can never be too careful. Especially when one knows who he's dealing with" Mycroft answered.
" You know who took Cleopatra then? Was it Moriarty?" John asked
" I do but it wasn't Moriarty, not directly"
"Then who was it?" asked John getting a little impatient
"Sherlock knows" sated Mycroft looking directly at his brother. Sherlock's face darkened as realisation came to him. For the first time ever, John thought Sherlock was going to faint.
Mycroft ignored his younger brother and continued. "It was the car I was interested in, the Jag. Brand new and that type only just released onto the market. You have to be incredibly rich to get one of those right this moment, or know have connections. It wasn't too hard to find the list of everyone who has bought one and luckily a handful from England. One name stands out in particular care to guess little brother?"
Sherlock moved slowly over to the list on Mycroft's desk. He read it and looked as if his worse fears had been realised.
"H Holmes" he said quietly
"Our brother" stated Mycroft.
Cleopatra POV
I awoke with my head feeling like a thousand knives were stabbing my temple. The cold concrete ground was almost a relief to my senses. I tested my arms and legs and found that I had not been tied up to anything which was strange to me. Mastering the courage to move I slowly lifted my head, even though it was screaming in protest. Everything hurt but I was glad that I could now try and work out where I was.
The room smelt strongly of fish and I could faintly hear the sounds of waves. I must be near the Thames I concluded.
"Are you all right?" asked a voice in the darkness. It was a male voice, pleasant and smooth with the suggestion that this person had been brought up in an affluent family. Nevertheless it still made me jump. I had expected to be alone.
"Me? I'm fantastic thanks" I answered sarcastically, struggling to make my eyes get used to the dark so I could see my companion.
He laughed lightly and I heard him make his way over to me. I have a few matches in my pocket we I could throw some light on the subject.
I agreed, wondering how he had managed to not have those taken away from him. He lit the match and I saw his face. He was very attractive, if we were in a better situation. He seemed to have escaped the beating from the thugs. Or if he had received some they had healed very well. He had high cheekbones, blue/green eyes that shone out at me and short dark blonde hair that was slightly curly and I could see a white shirt that fitted well on him.
"Hello" said I feeling rather self concious as I probably looked a mess. I knew there was blood around my mouth and a cut had opened on the side of my head, blood was dripping down my face. Not my best look.
"Hello" he answered and smiled at me. There was something familiar in that smile that I could not place.
"Harry" said he, holding out his free hand.
"Cleopatra" I said taking the hand, it was cold, just like my own.
"Nice name" he remarked, giving me a small smirk.
" My parents love Egypt" That wasn't the real reason why they called me Cleopatra but my brain was still a bit fuzzy so it was the first thing that came into my head.
Suddenly a door opened and in came two burly looking men stood in the light.
"Come with us you" one of them said and the other one thundered his way over to Harry, picked him up roughly by his arms making him drop the match. It was then I noticed he was very tall, almost 6ft 3" and his trousers were a smart brown colour that once again fitted well on his form.
It was then he started to fight back, he managed to get himself loose from the guy behind him and punched his square in the jaw, the man staggered back but Harry caught him and pushed him into the other creating a bowling ball effect. It was then he turned to me and said "Follow me!"
I got up with some reservations in my head after all, how did I know I could trust him? It was either follow the stranger or stay in this dark cell. I chose the former.
We ran down a long grey corridor with various different doors leading off to other cells. We found the stairs and climbed up them. Halfway up we encountered more huge men. Harry kicked them both down and pushed me through a door further up the stairwell. This corridor looked more welcoming and was actually furnished.
The walls were wood panelled with portraits long them. At the end of the hall was one singular door. Harry led me through the door and we entered what looked like an old dining hall, complete with the school style wooden benches and long tables.
"What is this place?" I wondered out loud.
"Oh your the clever one Cleopatra Holmes, you figure it out"
I turned around to face Harry but his demeanour had completely changed. Gone was the panicked desperate man I had seen before. Who stood before me was calm and collected. Completely in control.
"How do you know my whole name?" I asked forcefully
"I know a lot about you Cleo, I know you slept with your toy rabbit until you were eight and you only stopped because Sherlock accidentally dropped him in home made liquid nitrogen. I know you left Scotland because you could not stand to be around you peers any longer, that you wish that your parents would let you be your own person like they did with Sherlock and Mycroft"
"How do you know?"