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.

93. Retrieval

Sherlock scanned up and down the street as he and John crossed the pavement, entering the building and ascending the stairs.

Unlocking the front door John slipped in first.

"No lights" he whispered.

"No, and the curtains are still open, so stay on this side of the room."

"Guide me through to the kitchen."

In the faint light coming through the windows Sherlock glanced around, quickly getting his bearings, then with a firm hand on John's arm he directed him through to the kitchen.

"If you can't see a laptop or note book on the kitchen table, then Greg must have left it in situ."

"Behind the bin?"

"Try under the sink, seems logical."

Sherlock knelt down to look, reaching in around the stainless steel pedal bin. His hand closed around the cold plastic laptop casing, and he pulled it free, resting it against his leg.

"Got the computer." His voice, still quiet, was muffled as he leant in further. "Feels like there's a…. yes, I can feel a note book."

There was silence save for a muffled curse and then the sound of the bin shifting in the cupboard space.

"Got it!" Sherlock was quietly triumphant. He picked his treasure, snagging a backpack that hung on the back of the kitchen door and slipping them in. "Time to head back."