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.

37. Trapped

"Sally," Greg said quietly. "Come in and close the door will you?"

He sat back in his chair and waited until she had taken a seat opposite.

"Look, I know this has been rough on you, and I'm afraid it's going to get rougher." With a sigh he pushed a piece of paper across the desk towards her. "Do you recognise either of these names?"

Running her fingers through her hair the Detective Sergeant looked at the writing, paling slightly as she looked up at him.

"These are the names I passed on to Anthea…." She said hoarsely. "But how did you get them.?"

"And you said you didn't know them? Didn't know who they are or where we might find them?"

"No, I have no idea"

Slowly, Sally rose to her feet.

"How did you get those names?" she asked again, her eyes darting between the door and the paper still sitting on the desk.

"I think you've already worked that out." Came the quiet response as Greg also rose and walked around the desk.

Sally darted for the door, but Lestrade was too quick for her, grasping her wrist and pulling her back, putting himself between her and the only exit.

"Who's side are you on?" Sally hissed, looking down at the fingers gripping her hard enough to bruise.