Cold Obsidian Eyes

by johnsarmylady

London, after Moriarty's attempt to take over the country, is left in the hands of ruthless and power hungry gangs. Sherlock Holmes, scientist, found himself kidnapped, rescued, and dragged into the fight by a stranger and his unusual band of followers. But Sherlock has a secret that could spell death for all of them. An AU told in 221B format. Rated M for later themes.

3. The Police Connection

The grey haired police officer stood facing the back of the swivel chair, his head bowed, waiting patiently.

The occupant of the chair had finally run out of insulting epithets for his ineffective foot soldiers and was staring moodily out of the window, as if by doing so he could see where his errant captive was hiding from him.

"Lestrade." The name was bitten out, and the Detective Inspector snapped to attention. "It's time you earned your continuing status in the Met."

"Sir." Gregory Lestrade kept his voice neutral; it wouldn't do to anger the man to whom he owed allegiance.

"Holmes has managed to escape." The chair swung round and piercing green eyes raked the police officer from head to foot. "Someone must have helped him, so I want him found. Find him, and you'll find the cuckoo in our nest."

"I'll need to know who was supposed to be guarding him," Lestrade replied, "and where he was being held."

Anticipating this request, a pudgy hand indicated a sheet of paper sitting on a side table.

"I had believed every man on that list to be trustworthy." There was lethal anger in the snarled words. "It pains me to know I've been betrayed."

"And when I find him?" Lestrade was sure he already knew the answer.

"I want him buried!"