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.

65. Territory

06.30am, and three explosions ripped through the WC1 area of London.

The shrill ringing of his mobile dragged Greg from a restless sleep, and he cursed as he squinted at his alarm clock.

"Lestrade." He croaked, trying to clear the muzzy feeling from his tired brain.

"Good morning Sir, I've been asked to advise you of a series of incidents in the Bloomsbury area." The voice of the control room supervisor pushed away the last threads of sleep.

"Series of incidents?"

"Three explosions Sir, we have army EOD on route to a fourth suspect package outside the Brunswick Shopping Centre."

"Oh Jesus! Anyone hurt?" As he spoke Greg was pulling clothes from drawers and wardrobes.

"No numbers confirmed as yet. DI Gregson has gone to the scene at Old Gloucester Street and DI Dimmock to Boswell Street. They're expecting you at the Endsleigh Square scene."

"Right, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Should I contact Sergeant Donovan?"

Greg pulled on his dressing gown and moved to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

"No, Donovan is on loan at the moment, can you alert Detective Constable Greenaway, and ask him to get the team together."

Putting the phone down he looked up to see Sally standing in the doorway.

"The struggle for territory has started," he said. "With bombs."