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Hunting the Hunter	By : LadyLaran Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 1962 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note – I blame Lestradesexwife for this. She mentioned wanting to see this type of tale and the wombat kennel produced this monster. I hope she likes it as well as the rest of you! Thank you to everyone who left comments and reviews. I always appreciate them as they help feed the muses. To those following my other stories, they’ve not been abandoned. I promise you. Also, any mistakes regarding British customs and spellings are my own. I apologize for them in advance.
Disclaimer – I do not own “Sherlock” at all or make money from it. I wish I did, but that honor belongs to the BBC and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Chapter Two – Planning the Hunt
The look of nervous anticipation and hope on Mycroft Holmes’s face was something that both Greg and John would never forget. He had looked up when they entered his office, and the expression was there for both of them to see. It was the first time either of them had seen him so open and off guard.
“You have news,” Mycroft asked, flipping a switch on his desk that would jam any electronic recording devices. John vaguely recalled him doing the same thing during their earlier conversation. He nodded as Greg shut the door behind them.
“I do,” he said softly. “Sherlock is alive. Apparently, Moriarty had set snipers on three targets – Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, and myself. The psychopath wanted Sherlock to fall and Sherlock planned ahead, though he tried to get the information to stop the snipers. He couldn’t due to Moriarty killing himself and to keep us safe, he utilized the plan. From what I understand, he plans to come back only after he’s dismantled the man’s syndicate.”
“Even worse, the idiot plans on doing it alone,” Lestrade said, sounding very unhappy. “That can’t be allowed to happen. He’s a genius, but he’s never had to plan for any type of operations like he’s going to attempt.”
Mycroft nodded, gesturing to the seats in front of his desk while he answered. The news was promising, but it opened up plenty of trouble. Something had to be done to keep his brother from further harm as well as to make amends for his own personal mistakes.
“You’re correct; he has never had to try to do this before. He probably would be able to manage it but only after a few false starts.”
“Those false starts could end up killing him,” John warned, remembering his experiences in the army. “This needs seasoned individuals, not rookies. Lord, he’d kill me if he heard me calling him that but truthfully, that’s what he is right now. He’s never had to do something like this. This is beyond research and observation; it involves getting his hands dirty in a way he never has before, and this could destroy him.”
“I agree, Dr. Watson. We need to get help to him and swiftly before he makes a fatal mistake,” the politician said. “My assistant and I are going through my organization so help is not forthcoming in that way from my end. Despite that problem, I am not leaving my brother out there without backup and pair of you be willing to go out there and find him?”
The police detective jerked a bit, staring at the auburn haired male in surprise. He hadn’t expected that request at all.
“You want me to go with John?”
Mycroft nodded, having come to a decision before the doctor had returned to his office. He couldn’t let John go alone, and he’d gone through a list of people he knew the former military man trusted to try to find someone that could be John’s backup. There was no way to bring in any of John’s old unit from Afghanistan, and the detective inspector was someone that he knew the doctor would possibly be close enough to that could help pull this mission off.
“I do. I am aware of the training you’ve had through the military as well as the various divisions you’ve worked in while with the Yard. Of all the people that Dr. Watson knows and trusts, you are the one best suited to be his partner in this endeavor.”
The former RAMC member sounded stunned at this piece of news, looking at his friend in amazement.
“You trained with the military?”
“Yeah, I did. Some of us were offered the chance as there could be the rare occasion we’d have to go up against a criminal that’s had formal combat training. So I signed up for it and spent a few weeks in a version of basic training. We learned a lot about weapons, physical combat, tactic, as well as other things.”
John nodded, glad to hear that. Even though the training wasn’t as in depth as the full basic training, he would take what he could get and this training Lestrade had been given would be a great asset to them. The former military man would teach the police detective what he didn’t know and needed to while they were out in the field.
“I can use him,” he said to Mycroft.
“Good,” the politician said. “If he agrees, I can work out a leave of absence for the purpose of a joint agency mission. This way he still retains his position, seniority, pay, and benefits. I can also use this to help clear the way for Sherlock’s return, restore his good name and the benefits that go along with that. I will also ensure that both of your flats are paid for, utilities as well.”
Lestrade was quiet for a moment, then smirked at the older Holmes brother.
“Make sure there’s a contract where he can pick and choose his cases and the Yard has to pay him for his time,” he told Mycroft. “He’s kept their arses afloat for this long without being given credit for his work, and it’s time the Yard paid up for it. I screwed up, I admit that, and I’ll make sure Sherlock knows it too. I have a lot to do to rebuild the trust he and John had in me. The upper brass needs to pay for what they’ve done as well.”
The politician gave him a wolfish smile, glad that someone else agreed that people needed to pay for their lack of faith in Sherlock. He also had a lot of penance to do when it came to his brother and John, and he was starting now.
“Despite the security leak, there are some things I can do to aid you both in this mission. I’ll make sure you have a ready supply of currency as well as some cards you can use for supplies and the like,” Mycroft began. “I need to know what else you’ll need.”
John got up, starting to pace as he did so. His mind was churning over the possibilities in regards to this hunt.
“Untraceable mobile phones, a fully supplied medical kit, false identification and papers, including military identification for the pair of us,” he began, contemplating the list that was growing in his head. “Some way to keep our room from being eavesdropped on when we’re able to stop at a place to rest. Binoculars with night vision capability and weapons,” he informed the auburn haired male. “If we’re low on something, I’ll message you and you can have a supply drop in a safe area.”
Mycroft nodded, writing everything down. He didn’t blink when John grabbed a pen and a notepad, quickly realizing what the doctor was doing.
“More than likely, we’re going to be giving the appearance of backpacking tourists,” the former RAMC doctor told the pair. “This list is important,” he said to Greg, handing it to him. “Find a sturdy backpack, pack it but don’t let it get too heavy as you’re going to be carrying this most of the time.”
He looked it over, then nodded. The police detective knew that John had more experience in this kind of thing, and he would follow the other’s instructions.
“We’ll leave our mobiles with you, Mycroft, so you can field whatever we need to handle,” John said, pulling his cell out and handing it to the Holmes male. Greg did the same with his own; their personal mobiles could be too easy to trace. “If it’s Harry, ignore it. I got laid off at the surgery yesterday so I don’t anticipate any calls from them.”
Both Greg and Mycroft stared at him, not having expected the news.
“They laid you off? What for?”
“Financial cutbacks,” the smaller male answered Greg. “My hours were pretty much erratic anyway due to everything going on. I was the easiest choice in regards to who should be let go. I’ll find something else once we get Sherlock back.”
The politician shook his head, not pleased with John’s dilemma. He knew just how good the man was, and it was sheer idiocy that he would be laid off. However, this was something he could not remedy at this time and would have to wait until after the mission was finished and all parties were home.
“Well, it’s probably hard to work and follow Sherlock on his cases,” Greg pointed out with a smile. “I think there might be a way to help you once we get back. You’ve got a hell of a lot of experience with the army, and Sherlock knows that.”
That brought up an idea and Mycroft would have to pursue it later, setting it aside mentally for now.
“How long will you need to prepare for this,” he asked the two, pulling up a screen on his personal mobile phone.
“I can be ready in an hour,” the police detective answered, looking to John for his input on this.
“An hour works,” the smaller male answered. “It all depends on Mycroft and how quickly he can get everything ready on his end.”
“I will require three hours,” he told the pair, eyes on his mobile as he pulled up a few websites. “There’s a train leaving in four hours that will head towards the first sign of where your target is. Victoria will bring the requested equipment as well as the tickets and documentation to your flat at Baker Street.”
“I can meet John there once I’m packed, and we can put some plans together on what needs to be done,” Greg offered.
“That works for me,” John answered. “Mycroft, the file you were given about him, can I keep a copy of it? I’ll burn it or give it to your assistant once I’m through reviewing it with Greg.”
He handed the file to John, knowing the man would be careful with it.
“I’ll have Victoria retrieve it when she drops your equipment and documents off,” he told him. “John, please make sure to keep in touch and not just when you require things.”
The former military man looked at the politician, turning things over in his mind. It took a few moments before he finally came to a decision.
“I will,” he said. “By the way, if we should happen to find any parts of the syndicate before Sherlock does?”
Mycroft’s eyes took on a sheen often found in the eyes of predators, hungry and watchful.
“Eliminate with extreme prejudice,” he told John. “I will ensure that everything is cleaned up and the right people fingered for the jobs handled. Virginia and I will also analyze any information that comes our way from those clean ups and forward you anything you need to find more branches of the syndicate.”
“With any luck, we can take a few down as well as find Sherlock,” Greg said. “The more we take down on our own, the better since Sherlock isn’t used to this.”
“The less he has to live with later,” John said flatly. “You and I are used to this kind of thing, taking lives in the call of duty. It’s incredibly rare that Sherlock does, and I’ll not add to his burdens if possible. He’s already going to have his arse in the fire for pulling this shite and not telling anyone.”
He shook his head, then got up from his seat. There was a lot to do before the pair could start hunting down the syndicate and look for the missing consulting detective.
“I’ll see your assistant in a few hours, Mycroft. Greg, meet up at Baker Street when you’re ready?”
Greg nodded, getting up from his seat as well. He tucked the paper John had written on into his front pocket.
“I’ll be there. This shouldn’t take me too long to pack up,” he replied.
“If there’s anything you don’t have, let me know when you get to my flat. I might have spares of what you’re missing,” John told him, heading to the door.
“Gentlemen,” Mycroft called out, stopping them before they could reach his office door. “Good hunting to you.”
The former military man turned, giving him a cool smirk. The good wishes were always needed, and luck would have to be on their side for this to work.
“Thank you,” he answered. “I’ll report in when we can. Be safe and good hunting to you, Mycroft.”
The two headed out of the office, nodding to the personal assistant as she went in to see if her employer required anything. The elevator ride to the ground floor was quiet due to both men having a lot on their minds.
They separated at main doors, and John flagged down a cab to get back to Baker Street. Once one stopped for him, he gave the instructions and leaned back to relax during the ride.
He couldn’t believe Sherlock had done this, and he was stunned, irritated, and hurt that his friend had not tried to find a way to bring him in on the plan so that he could help. John didn’t think that he’d done anything wrong in the past, and it was plain stupidity on his flatmate’s part to ignore the help he could have gotten for this mission of his.
The doctor sighed, running fingers through his short hair. If anything, the only fault he had was that he was very protective when it came to Sherlock and in this case, that could have been useful. Truth was, he was going to throttle his friend when they found him. Sherlock was so intelligent about many things, but the man tended to ignore the more important ones when it suited him. That was what made the two of them such a strong partnership.
John got off at Baker Street, paying the cabbie before heading into the building and up to his flat. He dropped his jacket on a chair and glared at the mantle.
“Sherlock Holmes, when I find you, I am going to kick your arse until you can’t sit down for a bloody week. You idiot, what the hell were you thinking?”
With a soft growl, he headed up to his room to find his old military backpack. There was a lot to get done and not a lot of time to do it in.
Author’s End Note – Another installment done and the hunt will begin soon. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. See you soon! ~ Laran
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