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.

77. Bodies of Evidence

Despite having closed down his computer, the name was still searing itself into Greg's brain.

Part of him didn't want to believe that such a close colleague could have betrayed his oath, but the timings of the calls correlated too closely with incidents involving Barrymore, one or two were made shortly before he himself had been summoned to the gang leader's presence.

His thoughts were interrupted as DC Greenaway poked his head around the office door.

"They've just pulled a vehicle out of the Thames at Chelsea Creek."

"Not our division Greenaway pass it to traffic."

"Actually Sir, they passed it to us. Looks like it's not been in the water long; no more than twelve hours." Passing over the initial report, the young officer hovered beside Lestrade's desk.

Traffic had checked the vehicle registration, flagging up the fact that it had been stolen the previous day from a car hire company in WC1, a company that had known links to Peter Openshaw, and all at once Greg realised why they had passed the incident to him.

"Jesus, this is tied into this morning's bombings." He passed a weary hand over his eyes. "Could today get any worse?"

Greenaway shuffled his feet, looking anywhere but at the older man. Lestrade sighed.

"Okay, gimme."

"The car had passengers, we have seven bodies."