Fight, for you may know peace-Chapter 13
Fight, for you may know peace-Chapter 13
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 13
It didn´t take that long for them to arrive at the Yard. While Greg and the others waited in the car for a few minutes Sherlock went first to get back to his cell.
Anthea had volunteered to get Kyra and her parents to the nearest safe house and she would be back to get them to Mycroft´s second flat near Notting hill. It wouldn´t have been big enough for the Bloomfield´s as well and Greg was silently glad about that, because he thought both sides would get more rest that way. He could understand Sally worrying about Kyra, since she loved kids and of course Sam Bloomfield had taken to Sally a lot according to John, but both of them needed to deal with their families now.
The meeting with the Superintendent was an affair of a few minutes, thank god, probably because it was obvious that he and Sally were exhausted. Both of them had been sent home to rest and been given the day off and Greg was glad for that as he couldn´t imagine them working today anyway.
After that they settled down in the small, still deserted Yard kitchen of his and Sally´s division and he began to make coffee while Sally was having some tea. It didn´t take three minutes for Anderson to arrive in the kitchen. He looked around until his eyes fell onto Sally and nodded clearly relieved which made Greg smile.
“You all okay?” the forensic scientist asked and there were more nods all around.
“Nothing a few days rest can´t fix.” Sally smiled. “Thank you by the way for...”
But Anderson held up his hand. “No thanks needed. I´m just glad you are okay. Though I want to hear what the hell happened out there. Sherlock said a house exploded and that´s why my jacket looks like this?”
So John and Sally told him while Mycroft simply listened and Greg distributed the coffee and put a second tea in front of Sally.
At the end of the story Anderson was impressed. “Wow.” he said and smiled once more.
“Wow indeed. We should be glad you are Team Sherlock now, shouldn´t we?” Sally smiled and Anderson groaned at that.
“Yeah well `team` is a bit much, okay? He´s still a git!” the forensic scientist said and Greg noticed that he was looking at Mycroft carefully, probably wanting to see what the brother might do.
But he shouldn´t have worried. Greg knew that already, so he wasn´t surprised when Mycroft spoke. “We all know my brother can be rather difficult at times, Mr. Anderson. But I must express my sincerest thanks for tonight...”
Anderson huffed. “No, not you as well. No thanks for me doing the right thing okay?” He put in and Greg was surprised to see Mycroft smiling at this even though he hadn´t let Mycroft finish his sentence.
“Nope. You are so Team Sherlock.” Sally teased once again and Anderson huffed at her as if he had been mocked.
“More like Team Sal...” he started, but Lestrade interjected faster.
“Nonsense. You have been Team Sherlock for years now. Both of you actually.” the detective teased Sally as well and couldn´t help but grin as everyone looked a bit surprised. “Oh come on. Do you really think I would have worked with all three of you if I knew they wouldn´t looked out for each other in dangerous situations? I´m an old man. I value my nerves. And my life. Thank you very much.”
This still didn´t seem to explain everything to the others, John and Anderson looking the most confused, and so Lestrade looked at Mycroft for help, but the man just smiled and showed for him to go on. Great. Well he had started to tease them about it and he guessed he should have talked with them about it a long time ago anyway.
“Well you bickered a lot. Which everyone in here can attest, I think. Gave me a headache more than often but sometimes it was fun to watch.” He grinned when Sally´s eyes went wide. “Anyway, the thing is when it counted, they stood up for each other. Remember Lance Port in 2007? The thug who had killed a couple and then attacked Sherlock as he deduced him when we came to arrest him?”
At this Sally grinned to herself, finally getting all of it. “Hell yeah. I knocked him out with the back of this weird bondage whip that the guy had in his bedroom. Sherlock wouldn´t let me hear the end of it. He´d tease me that I was born to dominate.” She snorted and couldn´t hide her laughter now. “I could tell he was thankful though. Just a bit later and Port would have gotten him with the knife.”
“And a few weeks later there was this racist guy, Stentson, I think, who tried to put Sally down. Sherlock heard one racial remark and proceeded to deduce the shit out of the man until he was crying.” Anderson added now smiling himself and Lestrade nodded.
“That´s what I meant. You always got each others back.”
“Oh I remember that. I was so grateful that day cause I wasn´t feeling well anyway and that criminal made everything worse. It´s weird though, the two weeks after that we nearly talked like normal people, didn´t we? No shouting at crime scenes as far as I remember.” She reminisced and looked at Anderson, who nodded.
“But then Sherlock suddenly went to being an asshole again as if someone had flipped a switch. It was strange. He made me cry at a crime scene and didn´t seem to care.” Sally shook her head. Apparently she still couldn´t make sense of it and Lestrade couldn’t either to be honest.
“Well.” Mycroft looked a bit put out for a second, something which Lestrade had never seen before, but that moment was gone quickly. “That might have been my fault.” the British government amended and shocked everyone with that.
Now all the eyes in the room were on him and Mycroft went on. “Well, about a week after the racist comment, which Sherlock had told me about by the way, complaining about what the United Kingdom had come to, I saw you.” he pointed at Sally.”... and Sherlock come out of a crime scene on CCTV. You were smiling at him, to my surprise actually laughing at something he had said, and I might have teased him about it.”
While everyone was still surprised at the revelation, Sally had already put her arms on her hips, and pointed a serious look at Mycroft. “And then you probably told him he was getting soft and that caring wasn´t an advantage, right?” She sighed and Mycroft pretended to be nonchalant about it,
“Well..” he started but Sally had already walked over to him and cuffed him on the head.
“Doofus.” She teased and then kissed him on the mouth before he could protest and everyone in the room laughed. Lestrade was impressed. Sally really had Mycroft under control. Not in a bad way, no she knew how to tease and take care of him obviously.
It was obvious she really cared about him. And he about her. That was something he didn´t see coming back then. Nevertheless....
“Like I said, they were Team Sherlock when it counted, as he was Team Yarders. I´m glad you guys finally saw reason though, cause the whole shouting at crime scenes got a little bit boring.” At this Sally stretched out her tongue at him. “Hey, I was close to locking you in a room and letting you fight it out. Already had planned to take John to a pub.” Greg added and there was more laughter while Sally huffed.
“Yeah, you would have created your own crime scene. We would have killed each other on the spot.” Donovan responded and Lestrade couldn´t help but smile.
He had missed their good hearted banter which had been really subdued due to all the worries and happenings in the last months.
But it would be all right now, wouldn´t it? He already looked forward to the next crime scene where there´d be banter once more.
#
John was beginning to feel the tiredness in his bones again as the adrenalin was beginning to wear off. After the rough day he had assumed he could have an early night, but a rough night had followed instead.
Nevertheless it was over now.
Svenson was dead, thank god. And with her all of Moriarty´s legacy.
At least he hoped so.
Looking around the small kitchen of the Yard, he could see the night had taken it´s toll on the others as well. Lestrade was yawning, and already having his 3rd coffee this morning, while Sally was staring into her tea, barely keeping her eyes open. Even Mycroft looked tired as hell and Anderson looked like he hadn´t slept at all.
Which was probably true since he had been a cell all night - something which John still hardly could believe. Especially since it had been Anderson´s idea of all people´s.
But Lestrade told him once he only let good people into his team and John guessed that the man had been right before. His team had each others and Sherlock´s back all along.
Looking over to the others and hoping that Anthea would arrive soon with some warm jackets so that Sally and Mycroft could bring them all home to Mycroft´s flat he saw Sally holding her stomach once more and sighed. It wasn´t hard to see she was feeling sick again and although morning sickness was pretty normal he had hoped that tea might help.
Apparently it hadn´t worked as Sally excused herself only moments later and ran towards the toilet, her hand in front of her mouth.
“She´ll be all right, the morning sickness will ease eventually.” He told Anderson and Greg who looked a bit worried and nodded at Mycroft, just before Detective Marsterson entered the room. John nearly groaned at seeing Marsterson, remembering him being an ass the day before.
“Morning sickness, ey? Should have known she´s got a little bun in her oven” the man grunted and looked at Anderson. “So shall I congratulate the father? Great work Anderson.” he continued and John was so perplexed by this for a second that he could only watch as Anderson´s face became strained.
“It´s not mine. And it´s none of your business anyway.” The man commented and turned away to get another coffee but Marsterson didn´t seem to understand and looked around the room.
“Oh come on, she works here. So it´s my business when she got herself knocked up. But if you aren’t the father...”
Counting to three and taking a deep breath, John hoped he would simply go away as he felt a headache coming on and was actually close to punching Marsterson in the face. Greg didn´t look too happy as well and he could only guess about Mycroft, as the Holmes brother wore his poker face, but he guessed if Marsterson would continue like that it wouldn´t be pretty.
“... oy wait, she´s been hanging a lot with Holmes lately. Don´t tell me she´s getting bastard from the Freak...”
Marsterson didn´t get any further. In a move John never would have thought Anderson to be capable of that fast, the forensic scientist had turned around and punched the detective square in the face.
“Shut the hell up. You don´t get to talk about Sally like that.” He bellowed, while Marsterson was holding his bloody nose now. “She´s a colleague for gods sake and has always helped you and you thank her like that?”
John was impressed and he could tell the others in the room were as well.
Except Marsterson of course.
“That´s assault. I´m filling a complaint!” he shouted and looked at Lestrade. “I even got Greg as a witness- you should reign your temper in, Anderson.”
That was too much. Clenching his fists John was about to storm at Marsterson, but Greg was faster. He set himself in front of the still bleeding detective and stared at him. When he started to talk John was surprised because he had never heard Lestrade as angry as he was now. “I didn´t see a thing. What I did see was a man badmouthing and defiling his colleague who hasn´t been feeling well for days to begin with. You should be lucky I won´t be filing a complaint for harassment.”
The other man looked a bit shocked at this response and John nearly smiled as Lestrade continued. “What do you think our colleagues will say when I tell them what just went down here? Sally is well liked. I´m sure they won’t be too happy about how you treated her.”
Marsterson was shaking his head.
“But...” he tried, but Greg put his hand up.
“I suggest you leave this room now unless you want it to escalate further.” Greg said, sounding oddly calm again and John tried to take a breath as well.
Greg was right. This shouldn´t escalate further. The night had been crazy enough already and this guy wasn´t worth the effort. He was scum anyway and he was sure the other Yarder´s would hear about this and treat him accordingly from now on.
“I suggest you take Lestrade´s advice and leave.” Mycroft advised as well, voice sounding calm but downright creepy and John felt himself shudder as he sometimes forgot what Mycroft could do with his presence alone. “If you ever bad mouth Sally again or cause problems for her or other people in this room there will consequences you won’t like. Go!”
John was relieved when Marsterson took the bait and ran out of the room, nearly bumping into Sally on his way out.
“Do I want to know?” She asked, still sounding tired and looking a bit green in the face, eyeing everyone in the small kitchen as if it could have been their fault as well.
John couldn´t help but shake his head. “Probably not.”he advised and was glad that Anthea entered at this moment before Sally could ask further.
She´d hear the story soon enough.
For now going home to sleep was far more important anyway as they were all far too worked up to do anything else. The stint with Marsterson had cemented that even more.
#
When Sally finally entered the bedroom, she could hardly hold her eyes open. Mycroft was right behind her and while John was sleeping in the guest room, Greg had gone home to get some sleep as well.
They had reported the fire and assault to the Superintendent but since the case was classified thanks to Mycroft they wouldn´t need to write reports and such. To their superiors the MI 6 had taken over the case and they were reporting directly to them, which was fine with Sally because that way they´d never know about Sherlock.
She didn´t need to report anything to Mycroft anyway. He had been there.
Taking the small bag with essentials that Anthea had gotten out of Sally´s apartment, she grabbed a long T-shirt and took off her clothes. Part of her wanted to shower before bed to get the ash, grime and all dirt from this crazy night off her, but she simply didn´t have the energy left.
Mycroft seemed to think the same, as he had already slipped into his pyjamas, and went off to the bathroom. Seconds later she could hear him brush his teeth at least and she decided to do this at least as she hated waking with unbrushed teeth in the morning.
It took her about five minutes until she was in bed beside Mycroft who was surprisingly cuddly. Must have been they crazy day and the near death situations, Sally thought and cuddled closer to him as he switched off the light.
Nevertheless sleep didn´t come easy to her. All she could think of was Sherlock, alone in his cell and the charges he was facing. Mycroft didn’t seem to fare any better as she could feel his hand moving up and down her arm, attempting to soothe her and so she finally asked a few minutes later.
“What are we going to do about Sherlock? I mean...”
She could feel Mycroft´s lip against her left temple, a short kiss before he answered her. “Oh that´s what has been bothering you. I should have known. But with all that has been happening tonight I probably forgot to tell you. He´ll be out in a few hours, don´t worry. Anthea is already preparing everything, most of it was ready for days already anyway.”
That surprised her. “Wait, so you could have gotten him out instantly?”
Mycroft nodded. “Of course I could have. I could have cleared him right away but me and Sherlock decided we would give our attackers what they wanted to draw them out. Sadly it took a bit longer than we anticipated.”
Wait. That meant. “So you knew where he was all the time?”
A sigh. “No. Sherlock running off was his arrogance of solving everything all alone. On top of his his misguided guilt I guess.” Mycroft answered and they both remembered what Sherlock had told them a few hours before.
“Yeah, Moran really did a number on us, didn´t he? I think we didn´t really realize how much.” She shuddered the thoughts away. No. They´d get through this and Moran could fuck off. He was dead anyway.
“But tell me, what are you going to do about Moran? The video proofs that Sherlock...”
“People will always believe what we want them to believe. Tomorrow there will be news that some technicians found out that the video material has been tempered with. They´ll proof that somebody made us think that Sherlock killed Sebastian Moran live on video. With the right people stating this and planting a few hints here and there Sherlock will be out by afternoon. Don’t worry.”
Sally smiled slightly but also let out a small huff. “Good. But I don´t want to think how much of the daily news we get is manipulated to your liking, do I?”
She couldn´t nearly hear the small smile Mycroft had now. “Well...” he started but Sally put a finger to his lips.
“I said I don´t want to think about it. My head hurts enough already.”
So Mycroft said nothing and a kiss and a few minutes later both of them were deep asleep finally giving in the exhaustion.
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someone out there 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 13
It didn´t take that long for them to arrive at the Yard. While Greg and the others waited in the car for a few minutes Sherlock went first to get back to his cell.
Anthea had volunteered to get Kyra and her parents to the nearest safe house and she would be back to get them to Mycroft´s second flat near Notting hill. It wouldn´t have been big enough for the Bloomfield´s as well and Greg was silently glad about that, because he thought both sides would get more rest that way. He could understand Sally worrying about Kyra, since she loved kids and of course Sam Bloomfield had taken to Sally a lot according to John, but both of them needed to deal with their families now.
The meeting with the Superintendent was an affair of a few minutes, thank god, probably because it was obvious that he and Sally were exhausted. Both of them had been sent home to rest and been given the day off and Greg was glad for that as he couldn´t imagine them working today anyway.
After that they settled down in the small, still deserted Yard kitchen of his and Sally´s division and he began to make coffee while Sally was having some tea. It didn´t take three minutes for Anderson to arrive in the kitchen. He looked around until his eyes fell onto Sally and nodded clearly relieved which made Greg smile.
“You all okay?” the forensic scientist asked and there were more nods all around.
“Nothing a few days rest can´t fix.” Sally smiled. “Thank you by the way for...”
But Anderson held up his hand. “No thanks needed. I´m just glad you are okay. Though I want to hear what the hell happened out there. Sherlock said a house exploded and that´s why my jacket looks like this?”
So John and Sally told him while Mycroft simply listened and Greg distributed the coffee and put a second tea in front of Sally.
At the end of the story Anderson was impressed. “Wow.” he said and smiled once more.
“Wow indeed. We should be glad you are Team Sherlock now, shouldn´t we?” Sally smiled and Anderson groaned at that.
“Yeah well `team` is a bit much, okay? He´s still a git!” the forensic scientist said and Greg noticed that he was looking at Mycroft carefully, probably wanting to see what the brother might do.
But he shouldn´t have worried. Greg knew that already, so he wasn´t surprised when Mycroft spoke. “We all know my brother can be rather difficult at times, Mr. Anderson. But I must express my sincerest thanks for tonight...”
Anderson huffed. “No, not you as well. No thanks for me doing the right thing okay?” He put in and Greg was surprised to see Mycroft smiling at this even though he hadn´t let Mycroft finish his sentence.
“Nope. You are so Team Sherlock.” Sally teased once again and Anderson huffed at her as if he had been mocked.
“More like Team Sal...” he started, but Lestrade interjected faster.
“Nonsense. You have been Team Sherlock for years now. Both of you actually.” the detective teased Sally as well and couldn´t help but grin as everyone looked a bit surprised. “Oh come on. Do you really think I would have worked with all three of you if I knew they wouldn´t looked out for each other in dangerous situations? I´m an old man. I value my nerves. And my life. Thank you very much.”
This still didn´t seem to explain everything to the others, John and Anderson looking the most confused, and so Lestrade looked at Mycroft for help, but the man just smiled and showed for him to go on. Great. Well he had started to tease them about it and he guessed he should have talked with them about it a long time ago anyway.
“Well you bickered a lot. Which everyone in here can attest, I think. Gave me a headache more than often but sometimes it was fun to watch.” He grinned when Sally´s eyes went wide. “Anyway, the thing is when it counted, they stood up for each other. Remember Lance Port in 2007? The thug who had killed a couple and then attacked Sherlock as he deduced him when we came to arrest him?”
At this Sally grinned to herself, finally getting all of it. “Hell yeah. I knocked him out with the back of this weird bondage whip that the guy had in his bedroom. Sherlock wouldn´t let me hear the end of it. He´d tease me that I was born to dominate.” She snorted and couldn´t hide her laughter now. “I could tell he was thankful though. Just a bit later and Port would have gotten him with the knife.”
“And a few weeks later there was this racist guy, Stentson, I think, who tried to put Sally down. Sherlock heard one racial remark and proceeded to deduce the shit out of the man until he was crying.” Anderson added now smiling himself and Lestrade nodded.
“That´s what I meant. You always got each others back.”
“Oh I remember that. I was so grateful that day cause I wasn´t feeling well anyway and that criminal made everything worse. It´s weird though, the two weeks after that we nearly talked like normal people, didn´t we? No shouting at crime scenes as far as I remember.” She reminisced and looked at Anderson, who nodded.
“But then Sherlock suddenly went to being an asshole again as if someone had flipped a switch. It was strange. He made me cry at a crime scene and didn´t seem to care.” Sally shook her head. Apparently she still couldn´t make sense of it and Lestrade couldn’t either to be honest.
“Well.” Mycroft looked a bit put out for a second, something which Lestrade had never seen before, but that moment was gone quickly. “That might have been my fault.” the British government amended and shocked everyone with that.
Now all the eyes in the room were on him and Mycroft went on. “Well, about a week after the racist comment, which Sherlock had told me about by the way, complaining about what the United Kingdom had come to, I saw you.” he pointed at Sally.”... and Sherlock come out of a crime scene on CCTV. You were smiling at him, to my surprise actually laughing at something he had said, and I might have teased him about it.”
While everyone was still surprised at the revelation, Sally had already put her arms on her hips, and pointed a serious look at Mycroft. “And then you probably told him he was getting soft and that caring wasn´t an advantage, right?” She sighed and Mycroft pretended to be nonchalant about it,
“Well..” he started but Sally had already walked over to him and cuffed him on the head.
“Doofus.” She teased and then kissed him on the mouth before he could protest and everyone in the room laughed. Lestrade was impressed. Sally really had Mycroft under control. Not in a bad way, no she knew how to tease and take care of him obviously.
It was obvious she really cared about him. And he about her. That was something he didn´t see coming back then. Nevertheless....
“Like I said, they were Team Sherlock when it counted, as he was Team Yarders. I´m glad you guys finally saw reason though, cause the whole shouting at crime scenes got a little bit boring.” At this Sally stretched out her tongue at him. “Hey, I was close to locking you in a room and letting you fight it out. Already had planned to take John to a pub.” Greg added and there was more laughter while Sally huffed.
“Yeah, you would have created your own crime scene. We would have killed each other on the spot.” Donovan responded and Lestrade couldn´t help but smile.
He had missed their good hearted banter which had been really subdued due to all the worries and happenings in the last months.
But it would be all right now, wouldn´t it? He already looked forward to the next crime scene where there´d be banter once more.
#
John was beginning to feel the tiredness in his bones again as the adrenalin was beginning to wear off. After the rough day he had assumed he could have an early night, but a rough night had followed instead.
Nevertheless it was over now.
Svenson was dead, thank god. And with her all of Moriarty´s legacy.
At least he hoped so.
Looking around the small kitchen of the Yard, he could see the night had taken it´s toll on the others as well. Lestrade was yawning, and already having his 3rd coffee this morning, while Sally was staring into her tea, barely keeping her eyes open. Even Mycroft looked tired as hell and Anderson looked like he hadn´t slept at all.
Which was probably true since he had been a cell all night - something which John still hardly could believe. Especially since it had been Anderson´s idea of all people´s.
But Lestrade told him once he only let good people into his team and John guessed that the man had been right before. His team had each others and Sherlock´s back all along.
Looking over to the others and hoping that Anthea would arrive soon with some warm jackets so that Sally and Mycroft could bring them all home to Mycroft´s flat he saw Sally holding her stomach once more and sighed. It wasn´t hard to see she was feeling sick again and although morning sickness was pretty normal he had hoped that tea might help.
Apparently it hadn´t worked as Sally excused herself only moments later and ran towards the toilet, her hand in front of her mouth.
“She´ll be all right, the morning sickness will ease eventually.” He told Anderson and Greg who looked a bit worried and nodded at Mycroft, just before Detective Marsterson entered the room. John nearly groaned at seeing Marsterson, remembering him being an ass the day before.
“Morning sickness, ey? Should have known she´s got a little bun in her oven” the man grunted and looked at Anderson. “So shall I congratulate the father? Great work Anderson.” he continued and John was so perplexed by this for a second that he could only watch as Anderson´s face became strained.
“It´s not mine. And it´s none of your business anyway.” The man commented and turned away to get another coffee but Marsterson didn´t seem to understand and looked around the room.
“Oh come on, she works here. So it´s my business when she got herself knocked up. But if you aren’t the father...”
Counting to three and taking a deep breath, John hoped he would simply go away as he felt a headache coming on and was actually close to punching Marsterson in the face. Greg didn´t look too happy as well and he could only guess about Mycroft, as the Holmes brother wore his poker face, but he guessed if Marsterson would continue like that it wouldn´t be pretty.
“... oy wait, she´s been hanging a lot with Holmes lately. Don´t tell me she´s getting bastard from the Freak...”
Marsterson didn´t get any further. In a move John never would have thought Anderson to be capable of that fast, the forensic scientist had turned around and punched the detective square in the face.
“Shut the hell up. You don´t get to talk about Sally like that.” He bellowed, while Marsterson was holding his bloody nose now. “She´s a colleague for gods sake and has always helped you and you thank her like that?”
John was impressed and he could tell the others in the room were as well.
Except Marsterson of course.
“That´s assault. I´m filling a complaint!” he shouted and looked at Lestrade. “I even got Greg as a witness- you should reign your temper in, Anderson.”
That was too much. Clenching his fists John was about to storm at Marsterson, but Greg was faster. He set himself in front of the still bleeding detective and stared at him. When he started to talk John was surprised because he had never heard Lestrade as angry as he was now. “I didn´t see a thing. What I did see was a man badmouthing and defiling his colleague who hasn´t been feeling well for days to begin with. You should be lucky I won´t be filing a complaint for harassment.”
The other man looked a bit shocked at this response and John nearly smiled as Lestrade continued. “What do you think our colleagues will say when I tell them what just went down here? Sally is well liked. I´m sure they won’t be too happy about how you treated her.”
Marsterson was shaking his head.
“But...” he tried, but Greg put his hand up.
“I suggest you leave this room now unless you want it to escalate further.” Greg said, sounding oddly calm again and John tried to take a breath as well.
Greg was right. This shouldn´t escalate further. The night had been crazy enough already and this guy wasn´t worth the effort. He was scum anyway and he was sure the other Yarder´s would hear about this and treat him accordingly from now on.
“I suggest you take Lestrade´s advice and leave.” Mycroft advised as well, voice sounding calm but downright creepy and John felt himself shudder as he sometimes forgot what Mycroft could do with his presence alone. “If you ever bad mouth Sally again or cause problems for her or other people in this room there will consequences you won’t like. Go!”
John was relieved when Marsterson took the bait and ran out of the room, nearly bumping into Sally on his way out.
“Do I want to know?” She asked, still sounding tired and looking a bit green in the face, eyeing everyone in the small kitchen as if it could have been their fault as well.
John couldn´t help but shake his head. “Probably not.”he advised and was glad that Anthea entered at this moment before Sally could ask further.
She´d hear the story soon enough.
For now going home to sleep was far more important anyway as they were all far too worked up to do anything else. The stint with Marsterson had cemented that even more.
#
When Sally finally entered the bedroom, she could hardly hold her eyes open. Mycroft was right behind her and while John was sleeping in the guest room, Greg had gone home to get some sleep as well.
They had reported the fire and assault to the Superintendent but since the case was classified thanks to Mycroft they wouldn´t need to write reports and such. To their superiors the MI 6 had taken over the case and they were reporting directly to them, which was fine with Sally because that way they´d never know about Sherlock.
She didn´t need to report anything to Mycroft anyway. He had been there.
Taking the small bag with essentials that Anthea had gotten out of Sally´s apartment, she grabbed a long T-shirt and took off her clothes. Part of her wanted to shower before bed to get the ash, grime and all dirt from this crazy night off her, but she simply didn´t have the energy left.
Mycroft seemed to think the same, as he had already slipped into his pyjamas, and went off to the bathroom. Seconds later she could hear him brush his teeth at least and she decided to do this at least as she hated waking with unbrushed teeth in the morning.
It took her about five minutes until she was in bed beside Mycroft who was surprisingly cuddly. Must have been they crazy day and the near death situations, Sally thought and cuddled closer to him as he switched off the light.
Nevertheless sleep didn´t come easy to her. All she could think of was Sherlock, alone in his cell and the charges he was facing. Mycroft didn’t seem to fare any better as she could feel his hand moving up and down her arm, attempting to soothe her and so she finally asked a few minutes later.
“What are we going to do about Sherlock? I mean...”
She could feel Mycroft´s lip against her left temple, a short kiss before he answered her. “Oh that´s what has been bothering you. I should have known. But with all that has been happening tonight I probably forgot to tell you. He´ll be out in a few hours, don´t worry. Anthea is already preparing everything, most of it was ready for days already anyway.”
That surprised her. “Wait, so you could have gotten him out instantly?”
Mycroft nodded. “Of course I could have. I could have cleared him right away but me and Sherlock decided we would give our attackers what they wanted to draw them out. Sadly it took a bit longer than we anticipated.”
Wait. That meant. “So you knew where he was all the time?”
A sigh. “No. Sherlock running off was his arrogance of solving everything all alone. On top of his his misguided guilt I guess.” Mycroft answered and they both remembered what Sherlock had told them a few hours before.
“Yeah, Moran really did a number on us, didn´t he? I think we didn´t really realize how much.” She shuddered the thoughts away. No. They´d get through this and Moran could fuck off. He was dead anyway.
“But tell me, what are you going to do about Moran? The video proofs that Sherlock...”
“People will always believe what we want them to believe. Tomorrow there will be news that some technicians found out that the video material has been tempered with. They´ll proof that somebody made us think that Sherlock killed Sebastian Moran live on video. With the right people stating this and planting a few hints here and there Sherlock will be out by afternoon. Don’t worry.”
Sally smiled slightly but also let out a small huff. “Good. But I don´t want to think how much of the daily news we get is manipulated to your liking, do I?”
She couldn´t nearly hear the small smile Mycroft had now. “Well...” he started but Sally put a finger to his lips.
“I said I don´t want to think about it. My head hurts enough already.”
So Mycroft said nothing and a kiss and a few minutes later both of them were deep asleep finally giving in the exhaustion.
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