Fight, for you may know peace-Chapter 6
Fight, for you may know peace-Chapter 6
Authors: Kessie
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock, Sally, Mycroft. John, Anthea, Lestrade, Moran, OCs Sherlock/John, Sally/Mycroft, forced Sherlock/Sally
Rating: NC17
Status: still writing
Warnings: Warnings for mentions of non con and violence. Mention of Child abuse. And language of course. It’s Donovan. Lots of drama, but also some silliness…
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to the BBC, ACD, Moffat and Gatiss. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: They knew. Knew he would try again. Knew he would never let them live their life. So they were prepared, weren´t they?
So this in the third Part in the “Changes” series. It will probably help if you read Part 1: Spero melior and Part 2: Fate, first.
All my Sherlock fics can be found here
Chapter 6
It had taken them another few hours to find the first lead.
One of Bloomfield´s neighbours had seen a white van around the time the wife and the child had disappeared. She even had remembered the strange lettering on the side of it.
“It was a bug exterminator. I was worried the guy next door had left his trash in his flat again so that it got infested with maggots. It´s not the first time this has happened, you know?” The old lady had told one of the agents and followed up with another story about bug infestation. But then agent had already sent a text message with the company name to Mycroft.
And somehow it hadn´t been a surprise that it had been the cover up company which the MI6 sometimes used for his vehicles.
An inside job.
Again.
But Sally guessed it made sense, since there had to have been someone who helped Moran out of the MI6 Headquarters a few weeks ago.
“All of the vehicles have tracking devices. If we are lucky, the culprit didn´t know about the experiments we did with new ones. We just started two weeks ago and only 5 people I know of knew about this. That being said if he or she knew, he either has a high security clearance or he hacked someone very high up.” Mycroft explained, but they indeed turned out to be lucky a few minutes later.
“We´ve tracked the van. The old trackers were destroyed but the new ones are still working. It´s close to the eastern docks.” Anthea told them and soon Sally, John and Mycroft and a few of his men, were inside the cars, getting there.
John was sitting beside Sally, who had explained that there was no way she was staying behind and surprisingly both, he and Mycroft had given in pretty easily.
“Well you are worse than Sherlock. Stubborn as hell and you probably would have followed us on your own right, so I guess it’s easier to keep an eye on you.” John told her on the way and Sally had laughed.
A few minutes later they arrived at the docks and found the abandoned van. At first it looked like a dead end, until Mycroft noticed half of a kid’s shoe print not too far from the van. He deduced that the kid must have fought. While struggling the girl must have gotten part of her foot on the ground and the partial shoe print pointed north.
“They are definitely near here. Let´s split up and search the parameter.” Mycroft commanded and only 20 minutes later they had found the shipping container Mrs. Bloomfield and her daughter Kyra were imprisoned in. Both of them were alive, unhurt, but more than a little dehydrated.
It had been nearly too easy, Sally thought, but was glad as she saw the five year old jumping into her father’s arms.
Whatever. She would take the damn happy ending for once. There were far too few of them lately.
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About half an hour later Mycroft, Sally and John were on their way home again, while the agents still worked on securing the evidence in the container. Kyra and Mrs. Bloomfield had received an infusion to hydrate them and would receive another once they reached Mycroft´s house, because Mycroft had insisted in taking Sam and his family with him.
Kyra seemed to be fine with that, even though he was a stranger after all that had happened today.
“So you´re my dad´s boss?” She questioned, assessing Mycroft with big eyes and Sally had to smile when she saw Mycroft small grin at this.
Smart girl.
“My dad says you are nicer than his old boss.”
“Kyra!” Sam Bloomfield was visbly embarrassed by this but Mycroft shook his head, showing him it didn´t matter. Hell, Sally could have sworn it amused him.
They drove on as Mycroft grew sinister again.
“I have further questions about the kidnapper.” He said. “And like I said, your actions would have ramifications. One is that there won’t be free days in the next few weeks. That doesn´t mean you aren´t allowed to see your family Mr. Bloomfield. So having them move in with us was the logical step.”
To Sally that translated to: Yes, I need to question them and will do so, but I will also keep them close so they won’t be attacked again. Mycroft would never have said so, but he didn´t like kids being caught in the crossfire. And from the looks of it, he had taken quite a shine to little Kyra, who had been chatting to him happily since they had gotten into his limousine.
It was nearly peaceful, Sally thought. If one forgot about the reason for all of this.
“So is your house a small one or a big one?” Kyra asked Mycroft and Sally laughed.
Mycroft was smiling as well. “Oh, it is quite big, I think. But you tell me, we´ll be there in about five minutes.”
“Cool!” came the cry of the little one and she proceeded to look out of the window to spot said house, while Anthea brought them up to date.
“I´m afraid they haven´t been able to secure any prints or other biological traces.” She told the adults and Mrs. Bloomfield nodded, looking grim.
“That doesn´t surprise me. The guy wore gloves and a mask. I could only see his eyes, but it was clear he was wearing contacts since he had bright blue eyes like I have never seen before. I tried to spot other things like Sam had told me to do in an emergency, but all I can say is that he was British,wore a black outfit and I guess he must have been middle aged. I´m sorry.”
“Sounds like a professional to me.” Sally commented as Mycroft suddenly shot around and grabbed Kyra.
“Don´t move Kyra.” he warned and took hold of the dark haired girl´s hands, while Sally and the rest of the people in the car watched alarmed.
“What is happening?” That was Mrs. Bloomfield but Mycroft stopped her with a “Shhh!” before she could talk any further.
“Kyra, you are going to give me that thing in your hands, all right? But don´t stop pressing down the button, until I have got it, okay?” Mycroft told the little girl, all serious. The little one seemed to understand as she nodded and slowly opened her hands so that Mycroft could take that something from her.
A few seconds later Mycroft had it in his left hand and Sally could see that it was a toy. A small plastic action figure or something like that, about 10 centimetres long. What the hell?
“You´ve done great, Kyra. Very good. Now can you tell me who gave you this?” Mycroft said, while he was still holding the figure like it was something dangerous.
“The man with the mask said I could play with it, but then he took it away again. I found it in front of the container again and liked it!” She pouted at him and Mycroft smiled while he took a deep breath.
“It´s okay, Kyra, I understand. But this is not a toy. Maybe you could go over to your parents?” Still pouting the little girl wandered over from sitting next to Mycroft to the other side of the limousine where her parents were. Sam immediately grabbed her and put her onto his lap.
“Is it what I think it is?” He inquired and Mycroft nodded.
“One of our experimental hand grenades, yes. Anthea, can you tell Louis to drive to the Military training facility in Greater London? We´ll dispose of it there.”
Anthea nodded without looking up from her blackberry. “Already done.” She said and proceeded to type furiously on her blackberry.
“Good. I´ll let you guys out once we are there. I don’t want to risk stopping here and leaving you alone in case we are being watched. We are just a few minutes away.” Mycroft responded, while everyone else apparently needed to take a second to take that in.
“So you have hand grenades that look like toys?” John was the first to find his voice again. He was clearly not amused and Sally was about to say the same. What the fuck?
“Yeah well, the MI6 has been experimenting with a lot of things. It´s just a prototype though. Doesn´t make it less deadly.” Mycroft replied and John murmured something under his breath which Sally couldn´t make out. She doubted it had been anything nice though.
But really?
“Do I want to know what the MI6 does with explosive toys?” She asked and Mycroft sighed.
“Probably not. Anthea, how long?”
“Three minutes. They have freed the runway for us.” She sounded awfully calm and Sally chose to do the same. Looking at Mycroft and Sam though told her that the grenade was probably more dangerous than she thought.
“You plan on throwing it?” That was John, probably trying to guess Mycroft´s plan and the older Holmes nodded.
“Yes. The thing has a response time of two seconds and a large radius. If I hadn´t heard the click, we´d all be dead by now.” He looked over to Mrs. Bloomfield. “But don’t be afraid. Louis will drive fast enough that we are not in close proximity to the blast.”
To Sally´s horror Sam didn´t look that convinced, but apparently choose to say nothing. John was staring at the damn grenade like it was from another planet, while the Bloomfield´s talked to each other, obviously nervous as well.
Mycroft looked grim but concentrated, while Anthea seemed like nothing was happening at all. At that moment Sally admired that, while she tried not to think of worst case scenarios.
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Nope, I didn´t forget about the story, but real life got kinda busy.
Anyone still reading?
Authors: Kessie
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock, Sally, Mycroft. John, Anthea, Lestrade, Moran, OCs Sherlock/John, Sally/Mycroft, forced Sherlock/Sally
Rating: NC17
Status: still writing
Warnings: Warnings for mentions of non con and violence. Mention of Child abuse. And language of course. It’s Donovan. Lots of drama, but also some silliness…
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to the BBC, ACD, Moffat and Gatiss. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: They knew. Knew he would try again. Knew he would never let them live their life. So they were prepared, weren´t they?
So this in the third Part in the “Changes” series. It will probably help if you read Part 1: Spero melior and Part 2: Fate, first.
All my Sherlock fics can be found here
Chapter 6
It had taken them another few hours to find the first lead.
One of Bloomfield´s neighbours had seen a white van around the time the wife and the child had disappeared. She even had remembered the strange lettering on the side of it.
“It was a bug exterminator. I was worried the guy next door had left his trash in his flat again so that it got infested with maggots. It´s not the first time this has happened, you know?” The old lady had told one of the agents and followed up with another story about bug infestation. But then agent had already sent a text message with the company name to Mycroft.
And somehow it hadn´t been a surprise that it had been the cover up company which the MI6 sometimes used for his vehicles.
An inside job.
Again.
But Sally guessed it made sense, since there had to have been someone who helped Moran out of the MI6 Headquarters a few weeks ago.
“All of the vehicles have tracking devices. If we are lucky, the culprit didn´t know about the experiments we did with new ones. We just started two weeks ago and only 5 people I know of knew about this. That being said if he or she knew, he either has a high security clearance or he hacked someone very high up.” Mycroft explained, but they indeed turned out to be lucky a few minutes later.
“We´ve tracked the van. The old trackers were destroyed but the new ones are still working. It´s close to the eastern docks.” Anthea told them and soon Sally, John and Mycroft and a few of his men, were inside the cars, getting there.
John was sitting beside Sally, who had explained that there was no way she was staying behind and surprisingly both, he and Mycroft had given in pretty easily.
“Well you are worse than Sherlock. Stubborn as hell and you probably would have followed us on your own right, so I guess it’s easier to keep an eye on you.” John told her on the way and Sally had laughed.
A few minutes later they arrived at the docks and found the abandoned van. At first it looked like a dead end, until Mycroft noticed half of a kid’s shoe print not too far from the van. He deduced that the kid must have fought. While struggling the girl must have gotten part of her foot on the ground and the partial shoe print pointed north.
“They are definitely near here. Let´s split up and search the parameter.” Mycroft commanded and only 20 minutes later they had found the shipping container Mrs. Bloomfield and her daughter Kyra were imprisoned in. Both of them were alive, unhurt, but more than a little dehydrated.
It had been nearly too easy, Sally thought, but was glad as she saw the five year old jumping into her father’s arms.
Whatever. She would take the damn happy ending for once. There were far too few of them lately.
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About half an hour later Mycroft, Sally and John were on their way home again, while the agents still worked on securing the evidence in the container. Kyra and Mrs. Bloomfield had received an infusion to hydrate them and would receive another once they reached Mycroft´s house, because Mycroft had insisted in taking Sam and his family with him.
Kyra seemed to be fine with that, even though he was a stranger after all that had happened today.
“So you´re my dad´s boss?” She questioned, assessing Mycroft with big eyes and Sally had to smile when she saw Mycroft small grin at this.
Smart girl.
“My dad says you are nicer than his old boss.”
“Kyra!” Sam Bloomfield was visbly embarrassed by this but Mycroft shook his head, showing him it didn´t matter. Hell, Sally could have sworn it amused him.
They drove on as Mycroft grew sinister again.
“I have further questions about the kidnapper.” He said. “And like I said, your actions would have ramifications. One is that there won’t be free days in the next few weeks. That doesn´t mean you aren´t allowed to see your family Mr. Bloomfield. So having them move in with us was the logical step.”
To Sally that translated to: Yes, I need to question them and will do so, but I will also keep them close so they won’t be attacked again. Mycroft would never have said so, but he didn´t like kids being caught in the crossfire. And from the looks of it, he had taken quite a shine to little Kyra, who had been chatting to him happily since they had gotten into his limousine.
It was nearly peaceful, Sally thought. If one forgot about the reason for all of this.
“So is your house a small one or a big one?” Kyra asked Mycroft and Sally laughed.
Mycroft was smiling as well. “Oh, it is quite big, I think. But you tell me, we´ll be there in about five minutes.”
“Cool!” came the cry of the little one and she proceeded to look out of the window to spot said house, while Anthea brought them up to date.
“I´m afraid they haven´t been able to secure any prints or other biological traces.” She told the adults and Mrs. Bloomfield nodded, looking grim.
“That doesn´t surprise me. The guy wore gloves and a mask. I could only see his eyes, but it was clear he was wearing contacts since he had bright blue eyes like I have never seen before. I tried to spot other things like Sam had told me to do in an emergency, but all I can say is that he was British,wore a black outfit and I guess he must have been middle aged. I´m sorry.”
“Sounds like a professional to me.” Sally commented as Mycroft suddenly shot around and grabbed Kyra.
“Don´t move Kyra.” he warned and took hold of the dark haired girl´s hands, while Sally and the rest of the people in the car watched alarmed.
“What is happening?” That was Mrs. Bloomfield but Mycroft stopped her with a “Shhh!” before she could talk any further.
“Kyra, you are going to give me that thing in your hands, all right? But don´t stop pressing down the button, until I have got it, okay?” Mycroft told the little girl, all serious. The little one seemed to understand as she nodded and slowly opened her hands so that Mycroft could take that something from her.
A few seconds later Mycroft had it in his left hand and Sally could see that it was a toy. A small plastic action figure or something like that, about 10 centimetres long. What the hell?
“You´ve done great, Kyra. Very good. Now can you tell me who gave you this?” Mycroft said, while he was still holding the figure like it was something dangerous.
“The man with the mask said I could play with it, but then he took it away again. I found it in front of the container again and liked it!” She pouted at him and Mycroft smiled while he took a deep breath.
“It´s okay, Kyra, I understand. But this is not a toy. Maybe you could go over to your parents?” Still pouting the little girl wandered over from sitting next to Mycroft to the other side of the limousine where her parents were. Sam immediately grabbed her and put her onto his lap.
“Is it what I think it is?” He inquired and Mycroft nodded.
“One of our experimental hand grenades, yes. Anthea, can you tell Louis to drive to the Military training facility in Greater London? We´ll dispose of it there.”
Anthea nodded without looking up from her blackberry. “Already done.” She said and proceeded to type furiously on her blackberry.
“Good. I´ll let you guys out once we are there. I don’t want to risk stopping here and leaving you alone in case we are being watched. We are just a few minutes away.” Mycroft responded, while everyone else apparently needed to take a second to take that in.
“So you have hand grenades that look like toys?” John was the first to find his voice again. He was clearly not amused and Sally was about to say the same. What the fuck?
“Yeah well, the MI6 has been experimenting with a lot of things. It´s just a prototype though. Doesn´t make it less deadly.” Mycroft replied and John murmured something under his breath which Sally couldn´t make out. She doubted it had been anything nice though.
But really?
“Do I want to know what the MI6 does with explosive toys?” She asked and Mycroft sighed.
“Probably not. Anthea, how long?”
“Three minutes. They have freed the runway for us.” She sounded awfully calm and Sally chose to do the same. Looking at Mycroft and Sam though told her that the grenade was probably more dangerous than she thought.
“You plan on throwing it?” That was John, probably trying to guess Mycroft´s plan and the older Holmes nodded.
“Yes. The thing has a response time of two seconds and a large radius. If I hadn´t heard the click, we´d all be dead by now.” He looked over to Mrs. Bloomfield. “But don’t be afraid. Louis will drive fast enough that we are not in close proximity to the blast.”
To Sally´s horror Sam didn´t look that convinced, but apparently choose to say nothing. John was staring at the damn grenade like it was from another planet, while the Bloomfield´s talked to each other, obviously nervous as well.
Mycroft looked grim but concentrated, while Anthea seemed like nothing was happening at all. At that moment Sally admired that, while she tried not to think of worst case scenarios.
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Nope, I didn´t forget about the story, but real life got kinda busy.
Anyone still reading?