Forgive The Feeling Chap. 1-4

Chapter 1

Sherlock looked at John and sighed.

“I do not take guests in my mind place, not even you.” He said raising his eyebrows.

“I wasn’t talking about me smart arse.” John replied. “I’m talking about your damsel in distress.” Sherlock instinctively knew who John was talking about, but he refused to admit it.

“John I will let you know that the only damsel I know and even remotely enjoy is Mrs. Hudson. ” Sherlock said just as Mrs. Hudson entered into the apartment doorway. “Remotely?” she asked confused. “Just go along with it nanny.” Sherlock whispered to her. “Just because I choose to aid you two children every so often, doesn’t make me your nanny.” she said walking into the kitchen. “I’ll take a cube of sugar in my tea please?” John said as she passed. “I’m not your maid or nanny dear…how many for you Sherlock?” She said grabbing the kettle. “None for me I have to go to my mind place, we don’t have maids there.” “You don’t have one here.” she replied, but her words went unheard. By the time she got the last word out Sherlock was on the couch eyes closed, sleeves rolled up exposing 5 nicotine patches on his arm. He’s anteed it up to 5.” John said shaking his head. “How healthy.” he added sitting in his chair with the paper. “Much healthier than smoking dear.” Mrs. Hudson replied. Just an hour later Sherlock emerged fingers on his temples. “How was it in no-man’s land?” John asked putting down the paper. “Lonely. Just the way I like.” “Bull.” John replied. “Well at least I liked it lonely before you showed up.” Sherlock said squinting at him. “Took you quite a while to read the paper today.” Sherlock said putting on his coat. “I was trying to drag it out.” he responded standing up. “Where are you off to?” he asked Sherlock who was now in full stride towards the door. “Out.” Sherlock replied. “Alright try not to get yourself killed then.” he said sitting back down in his chair. Sherlock opened the door and ran downstairs. John sighed and grabbed the first book he saw. “Lobotomy.” John rolled his eyes. Suddenly Sherlock’s head popped back in the doorway. “That’s it?” “What’s it?” John asked. “Nothing.” Sherlock disappeared back down the stairs, leaving the door wide open. “He must expect me to follow him.” John said cracking open the book. “Expectations can be so overrated.” he said starting to read the book. “You sure you’re not going to follow me?” Sherlock said reemerging in the doorway. “Why would I follow you?” John asked still gazing at the book. “Because you know about the damsel.” Sherlock said standing there. “What you do, with whom you do it with does not concern me.” John said turning the page. “There’s no way you read that page, that fast.” Sherlock said. “Maybe I like to speed read.” John said looking at Sherlock. “Or maybe you’re just pretending to read the book so you’ll make me think that you won’t follow me, when really you are going to follow me.” John looked at him for a second and then rolled his eyes. “Good night Sherlock.” he said putting the book back up to his face. Sherlock looked around the room, without any words. “You still here.” John said skimming through the book. Sherlock slowly started to walk out of the apartment. “Are you sure?” he asked turning around. “Good bye Sherlock.” John said putting the book down. Sherlock walked into the cool air and looked over his shoulder. “John really doesn’t care.” he thought as he started to walk down the street. He suddenly caught a street camera following him down the street. “John isn’t the one I need to worry about.” he thought pulling up his coat collar. Sherlock started down the street catching glances at the cameras on the corners. Each camera started to follow him slowly, each trying to be inconspicuous. “Mycroft my dear boy, we cannot be related.” he thought with a smirk. He quickly side-stepped his way into an alley, catching a young man and woman off guard. He looked at them both in passing. “Don’t let me intrude Charley.” he said walking past. “My name is Rodger.” the guy replied. “Tell her that.” Sherlock yelled back exiting the alleyway. He had a slight smirk on his face. “Oh the world is so fascinatingly the same, the same discretions and failings.” Sherlock said under his breath. “Same love as well?” she said strolling up next to him. “Love is just a chemical reaction.” he replied looking straight ahead. She chuckled. “Which chemical are you?” she asked hooking her arm into his. “The sensible one.” he replied with a smile. They walked down the street until they came to a dark corner. “It’s quite dark down here.” she said turning to look at him. “Don’t tell me your night vision is gone.” he retorted. “I may swim in dark waters, but I don’t live in them.” she replied getting close to him. “That makes two of us.” he replied holding her. “Be careful,” she said. “Mycroft is watching.” “When isn’t he watching?” Sherlock replied. “Well then let him watch this.” she kissed him lightly on the lips. He returned the kiss gently. “Until we meet again.” she said backing away from him. “Hopefully longer next time.” he said pulling her back in and kissing her. She pulled away 20 seconds later. “Definitely.” she said with a smile. She turned around and walked away. He stood there for a moment and sighed. “What am I going to do with and about her?” he thought to himself. “Irene Adler, why is it you?” He turned around and walked back home. Keeping his head down in thought most of the way. He stopped at the door, 221 Baker Street. “How much longer will I be here?” he asked himself. He shook his head and walked in. He started to head up the stairs when he heard voices. “Well where is he?” one of the voices said. “He went out.” John replied. “Out where?” the voice asked. “Out where you could not find me apparently.” Sherlock said entering the doorway. “Mr. Holmes, I’ve been sent to…” “What does Mycroft want now?” he asked. The agent was caught off guard. “Well there is a national security matter sir.” he replied. “There’s always a national security matter,” Sherlock retorted. “,it usually involves Mycroft’s ego and pride being put on the line.” he added. “Then why would we want to help?” John asked. Sherlock looked at him and smiled. “Sir he needs you.” the agent said. “Did he say that?” Sherlock asked. The agent hesitated. “Well…” “Exactly as I thought.” Sherlock said. “You’re new aren’t you?” Sherlock asked walking down the hallway to his room. “Well, yes sir.” the agent replied. “How did you know?” he asked Sherlock as he walked back towards him. “Your uniform has been pressed over three times. Your watch is new; you bought it for the new job. Your shoes have been shined more than five times, and your tie is in the straightest line it ever will be in.” Sherlock replied. “Not only are you new, you’re extremely nervous.” He stood right in front of the agent. “Well John?” he asked looking at his partner in solving crimes. John already had his coat and scarf on. “Ready when you are?” John replied standing up. “Agent Gregory.” Sherlock said pointing to the door. Agent Gregory looked at him eyebrows squinted. “You’re cufflinks have G’s and your watch is engraved.” Sherlock said marching out of the front door. John started behind him, and patted Agent Gregory on the shoulder. “You’ll get used to it eventually.” He said with a smirk.   Chapter 2 “Well hello brother dear.” Mycroft said setting down the paper. “Take of the dear part and it doesn’t sound faked.” Sherlock said standing in front of him. “Why would I fake the fact that you’re dear to me?” Mycroft said standing up, seeming hurt. “What office are you running for?” John asked. Sherlock turned around and looked at him. “You read my mind.” he said. “I’m not running for office.” Mycroft replied smugly. “I’m in running for a higher position in the security department.” “Aren’t you already at the highest level possible?” John asked. “If you know the government John, then you should know that there are higher positions in darker places than people such as yourself know about.” Sherlock replied looking Mycroft in the eyes. “You may know that there are higher positions but you will never know what or where they are.” “Well, those higher up making the decisions think I’m too cutthroat.” Mycroft replied fixing his tie. “Too cutthroat?” John asked. “Yes they don’t think I have enough compassion and heart.” “You work for the security department of the British government.” John said. “Where does compassion come in?” he added. “Be it far from me to question those above me.” Mycroft said rolling his eyes. “Just a simple game of jump and how high.” Sherlock said under his breath. “You would never make it in government.” Mycroft said shaking his head. “I’m allergic to bull, and I don’t follow ridiculous orders. When I could just go solve the problem my way and be done with it.” Sherlock replied looking him in the eye. “Too proud to listen to anyone else.” Mycroft said looking back at him. “Too smart to hear what they think is right.” Sherlock replied stepping closer. “Sorry to interrupt the heartfelt reunion, but I would like to know why we’re here.” John said from behind. Mycroft looked at John over Sherlock’s shoulder. “Ahh yes of course.” Mycroft turned around to retrieve something from the coffee table. “There is a new disturbance in the country, a young criminal who seems to be rather clever.” he said handing Sherlock an envelope. “Would you need me if they weren’t?” Sherlock replied opening the envelope. Sherlock pulled out a photo of hundreds of small angelic figures. There were hundreds upon hundreds, but what was worse was their location. They were all placed on the Buckingham Palace lawn. “When was this taken?” Sherlock asked. “The date on it says February 28th, 2013.” Mycroft replied. “Your people took this?” John asked standing next to Sherlock. “No.” Mycroft replied. John looked up at Mycroft. “What was that?” “The criminal and whoever their accomplices were did this, took the picture, and cleaned up everything before anyone had realized what had happened.” Mycroft replied looking down at the ground. “So you were made a fool of, is what you’re saying.” Sherlock said looking up from the photo. “Are you going to help or not?” Mycroft asked annoyed. “Why should I?” Sherlock asked handing the photos back to Mycroft. “All it is, is some prankster with technology or resources not everybody has. How do you know it’s not one of the Queen’s many relatives getting back at her for something?” “Another cherubim was found on the doorstep this morning,” Mycroft replied snatching the folder away from Sherlock and pulling another photo out. “this one was found with a dangerous biological weapon inside.” “It’s a different color than all the rest. This one is white.” John said. In the first photo all the cherubim were painted black. “I have to go.” Sherlock said abruptly. “Go?” John and Mycroft said at the same time. Sherlock quickly grabbed the photos and the envelope out of Mycroft’s hands and scurried down the corridor towards the door. “You’re taking the case.” Mycroft said with a smile. “No I’m just taking the photos as a souvenir.” Sherlock said through his teeth before he slammed the door. “Isn’t he just darling?” Mycroft said.

Chapter 2

“Well hello brother dear.” Mycroft said setting down the paper.

“Take of the dear part and it doesn’t sound faked.” Sherlock said standing in front of him.

“Why would I fake the fact that you’re dear to me?” Mycroft said standing up, seeming hurt.

“What office are you running for?” John asked. Sherlock turned around and looked at him.

“You read my mind.” he said.

“I’m not running for office.” Mycroft replied smugly. “I’m in running for a higher position in the security department.”

“Aren’t you already at the highest level possible?” John asked.

“If you know the government John, then you should know that there are higher positions in darker places than people such as yourself know about.” Sherlock replied looking Mycroft in the eyes.  “You may know that there are higher positions but you will never know what or where they are.”

“Well, those higher up making the decisions think I’m too cutthroat.” Mycroft replied fixing his tie.

“Too cutthroat?” John asked.

“Yes they don’t think I have enough compassion and heart.”

“You work for the security department of the British government.” John said. “Where does compassion come in?” he added.

“Be it far from me to question those above me.” Mycroft said rolling his eyes.

“Just a simple game of jump and how high.” Sherlock said under his breath.

“You would never make it in government.” Mycroft said shaking his head.

“I’m allergic to bull, and I don’t follow ridiculous orders. When I could just go solve the problem my way and be done with it.” Sherlock replied looking him in the eye.

“Too proud to listen to anyone else.” Mycroft said looking back at him.

“Too smart to hear what they think is right.” Sherlock replied stepping closer.

“Sorry to interrupt the heartfelt reunion, but I would like to know why we’re here.” John said from behind. Mycroft looked at John over Sherlock’s shoulder.

“Ahh yes of course.” Mycroft turned around to retrieve something from the coffee table.  “There is a new disturbance in the country, a young criminal who seems to be rather clever.” he said handing Sherlock an envelope.

“Would you need me if they weren’t?” Sherlock replied opening the envelope. Sherlock pulled out a photo of hundreds of small angelic figures. There were hundreds upon hundreds, but what was worse was their location. They were all placed on the Buckingham Palace lawn. “When was this taken?” Sherlock asked.

“The date on it says February 28th, 2013.” Mycroft replied.

“Your people took this?” John asked standing next to Sherlock.

“No.” Mycroft replied.

John looked up at Mycroft. “What was that?”

“The criminal and whoever their accomplices were did this, took the picture, and cleaned up everything before anyone had realized what had happened.” Mycroft replied looking down at the ground.

“So you were made a fool of, is what you’re saying.” Sherlock said looking up from the photo.

“Are you going to help or not?” Mycroft asked annoyed.

“Why should I?” Sherlock asked handing the photos back to Mycroft. “All it is, is some prankster with technology or resources not everybody has. How do you know it’s not one of the Queen’s many relatives getting back at her for something?”

“Another cherubim was found on the doorstep this morning,” Mycroft replied snatching the folder away from Sherlock and pulling another photo out. “this one was found with a dangerous biological weapon inside.”

“It’s a different color than all the rest. This one is white.” John said.

In the first photo all the cherubim were painted black.

“I have to go.” Sherlock said abruptly.

“Go?” John and Mycroft said at the same time.

Sherlock quickly grabbed the photos and the envelope out of Mycroft’s hands and scurried down the corridor towards the door.

“You’re taking the case.” Mycroft said with a smile.

“No I’m just taking the photos as a souvenir.” Sherlock said through his teeth before he slammed the door.

“Isn’t he just darling?” Mycroft said.

Chapter 3

“It can’t be.”  he thought quickly walking down the street. “He shot himself right in front of me. I killed everyone who was keeping tabs on whether I was dead or not.” His pace quickened. “I must find Irene. She’s the farthest from me.” he thought to himself. “I’ll get to John and Mrs. Hudson later, they’re just at home.” Sherlock stopped in his tracks and started running towards home.

He wasn’t thinking straight, home is the first place to go. Irene is clever enough to stay out of sight for a while if she knows what has happened. “She knows the underworld.”  Sherlock thought as he entered the house. “It is her world.” he said before being greeted by Mrs. Hudson.

“Oh well hello dear!” she said surprised.

“Hello Mrs. Hudson, any reason you…” Sherlock stopped as he saw a man in John’s chair.

“Mr. Holmes.” the man said standing up and sticking his hand out.

“35 year old man, well kept, his shoes are shined but there’s mud at the bottom of them.”  

“I’m sorry who are you?” Sherlock asked.

“The name is Richardson.” he replied putting his hand down.

“He has a tell, his left eye twitches, poor fella.”  Sherlock thought with a smirk.

“I believe you noticed my eye.” the man said with a smile. Sherlock looked at him mouth slightly open. “Well lately my eyelid has been twitching, do you ever get that?” he asked Sherlock.

Sherlock tilted his head slightly without response.

“Someone told me that the muscle in the eyelid just starts to randomly twitch at times, it’s quite annoying. It should be over in a day or so.” he said with a big grin.

“Mr. Richardson was here telling me about the latest in pranking.” Mrs. Hudson said.

“Really now?” Sherlock asked looking at her.

“Yes it seems that some hoodlum placed hundreds of cherubim on the Buckingham Palace lawn, I mean how on earth?” Mrs. Hudson said shaking her head.

“Tragic isn’t it?” Sherlock said looking at Mr. Richardson.

“Yes quite.” Mr. Richardson replied. “Well thank you for waiting up for me Mrs. Hudson; now that my host has arrived I need to have a word with him.” Richardson said standing up and taking Mrs. Hudson’s hand.

Mrs. Hudson blushed. “Oh well it’s just common courtesy.” she replied. “I’ll leave you two to your discussion.” She said walking towards the door.

Sherlock was silent. He hadn’t even recognized that Mrs. Hudson was in the room after she had spoken to him.

“Lovely woman.” Richardson said sitting back down.

“Where is he?” Sherlock asked.

“Where is…ah look I’m not going to play this game. I came to warn you.” Richardson said throwing up his hands.

“Warn me about your boss.” Sherlock said.

“My boss?” Richardson asked with surprise.

“No, our common enemy.” he said looking Sherlock in the eyes.

“Common?”  Sherlock asked.

“I would not be surprised if you noticed the mud on the bottom of my shoes, any amateur would notice that.” Richardson said.

Sherlock tilted his head ever so slightly.

“Not that you are an amateur.” Richardson said standing up.

“You had a caramel frappe this morning, there’s a stain on the inside of your sleeve. Your tie was just fixed, before it was in the perfect spot held with a pin. It was in the perfect spot until someone took it out of it. Either you just had fun with a woman that isn’t your wife, or you’ve been roughed up. Based upon what you just told me our common enemy captured you and you came here to warn me.”

“I was sent here, I didn’t come here of my own freewill.” Richardson said.

“If it were up to you, you’d be on a plane home by now.” Sherlock said going to the window.

“I just came here to England to have a visit with your brother. I’m with American security.” Richardson said.

“He’s the focus here isn’t he?” Sherlock asked looking at Richardson.

“He might just well be, the attacks seem to fit with his department.” Richardson said rubbing his chin.

“I suggest you lay low in London for a while and find a quiet flight out of here.” Sherlock said standing by the door.

“I mean, I was taken right after I left his office.” Richardson said walking towards the door.

“Yes, yes exactly.” Sherlock said ushering him out the door. Richardson started down the steps, right when he got to the end of the first flight.

“Oh and by the way.” Sherlock called after him. “If you’re not careful, you might get attacked or even killed on your way out of here.” Sherlock said before slamming the door.

“So the prankster here is really after you.” John said sitting back in his chair.

“You’ve been here the whole time?” Sherlock asked.

“You saw my coat thrown underneath the table over there.” John replied.

“Did I now?” Sherlock asked.

“I’m not an American agent, I’m John Watson and I’ve been here long enough to know when you’re thinking.” John replied

“Then stop interrupting.” Sherlock replied pacing.

Sherlock started to mumble to himself.

All of a sudden Sherlock stopped in his tracks. He found the envelope and looked at the photos.

“If whoever this is, is after me then there must be a message here.” he said holding up the photos to the light. “There has to be something here that they wanted me to see besides the color of the cherubim.”

He spread the photos out on the kitchen table, which was surprisingly clear. “What is it that is there?” Sherlock asked out loud. Suddenly he noticed a light off coloring in some the chests of the cherubim. There was a wax layer above the already colored in figures. Sherlock smelled the one of the spots and looked up with a smirk. He scurried out of the room and grabbed a black light. “Turn off the lights John.” he ordered.

John quickly hurried to the light switch and turned it off. Sherlock switched on the black light and held it up to the first picture. “There you are.” Sherlock whispered.

There in neon letters “Hello Sherlock,” was spelled out across 14 cherubim.

He passed the light by the second picture and froze.

Chapter 4

“He’s back isn’t he?” John asked turning the lights back on.

“I saw him die right in front of me.” Sherlock said sitting down on the couch.

“I saw you die in front of me,” John said walking over towards the door “and yet here you are.” He said leaning against the wall.

“He shot himself.” Sherlock said putting his hands in his hair. “He shot himself right in front of me.” He crouched over and looked at the floor.

“Having a bit of a crisis I hear.” A voice said out of nowhere.

John froze in his tracks, looking around his eyes wide. Sherlock remained perfectly still on the couch.

“Good evening John.” the voice said. John couldn’t say anything, he was too awestruck. “Oh come now John say something.” the voice coaxed.

John shook his head. “It can’t be.” he said aloud.

“You’re awfully quiet Sherlock.” the voice said. Sherlock just sat there head still in-between his hands, listening. “Oh come on Sherlock.” the voice said. “It’s time for you to expose the demon lurking among the angels.”

Sherlock sprung up from the couch and walked over to the fireplace. He looked at it for about 10 seconds before removing one of the bricks on the mantle. He looked at the side and removed the speaker taped to it.

“Ahh there we are.” the voice said with a sound of triumph. “You’ve found the demon; now find the demon’s disciple.”

Sherlock looked down at the speaker with a scowl on his face. “You must be in shock?” the voice said. “Double O, 7 M got your tongue?” the voice asked again. “Do you get that one?” it asked. “Of course you do, you’re the great Sherlock Holmes. The greatest actor of all time.”

Sherlock slowly moved the speaker up to his mouth. “You’re not him.” he said slowly.

The voice laughed. “Why?” it asked. “Because you saw me shoot myself on the top of that building before you jumped off.”

Sherlock paused for a moment and just looked down at the speaker.

“I mean you jumped off the building, where I supposedly shot myself and here you are today. You’re just as devious as ever, all the more reason for me to help you show your true colors to the precious little underlings around you.” the voice said. “Don’t you remember the thrill of the hunt?”

“You’re not him because your voice is computer generated.” Sherlock said.

There was pause.

 “Clever, clever boy.” the voice said with a laugh. Now the voice had changed into one of those generic voice changer tones. “It’s about time you figured me out, I was going to get bored with disappointment.”

Sherlock looked at John who seemed to take a small sigh of relief.

“At least it’s not him.” John said.

Sherlock shook his head and walked over to John. He started to hand John the speaker.

“Oh no, no, no.” the voice said calmly. “I’m not through talking to you yet Sherlock.”

Sherlock and John looked at one another.

“I mean you can talk to me and track my location at the same time can’t you?” the voice asked nonchalantly.

“I knew you wanted to be found.”  Sherlock thought.

“You know I wanted you to find me. I have to meet you face to face. I mean not many people get the privilege.”

“Well I could find you much faster if I let John hold the speaker while I track your location.” Sherlock replied.

There was a moment of silence.

“I suppose you’re right, well in that case then you’re going to want to take the chip out of the speaker before handing it off to John.”

Sherlock quickly inspected the speaker and found a small slit on the side with a chip in it. He quickly rushed over to his laptop, but hesitated to put it in.

“Oh don’t worry there isn’t a virus on there.” the voice said. “It’s for location purposes only, you wouldn’t be able to find me without It.” the voice teased.

Sherlock remembered the mud on Richardson’s shoes.

“Oh please,” the voice said interrupting his thoughts. “You think I would take that man anywhere near my real home base? He’s not fit to be mauled by my dogs. Mud may mix in with blood, but it doesn’t give you blood. Having the mind to spill it does.”

Sherlock looked over at the speaker and then at John.

“I know I have that mind Sherlock, do you?”