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Cancelled Negatives	By : SisterWine Category: 1 through F > Elementary Views: 814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Elementary. Creator is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Series creator is Robert Doherty. My own characters include Lee Sawyer, Ramsey Gaither, Ernie, Marissa, Parker Harris and Samantha. Purely Fiction, and not for profit.

Chapter List
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"Daddy!" Samantha's gleeful cry carried from the hallway as she ran into her dad's room and threw her arms around the man sitting on the bed, waiting for her. She hugged her father tightly before realising the man was still in pain from his wounds. Pulling back and wiping her tears with her shirt cuffs, Samantha looked her father over and hugged him again, this time softer. "I was so scared."
Parker held her and tried to comfort her. "I know baby, and I'm sorry." Tears came but he composed himself before looking over at Joan and Sherlock, standing in the doorway. "Thank you for bringing her back, safe."
Sherlock stepped inside and stopped, keeping his distance. "The man you should really thank goes by the name, Lee Sawyer. He bargained himself for her and managed to get her away from a very dangerous arms dealer."
"Sawyer had my little girl? He touched her?" Parker's tone became frantic as his eyes widened and his arms tightened around his daughter.
Joan also stepped foreward and closed the door behind her. "Both Samantha and Sawyer state that nothing between them happened. Captain Gregson even talked to Sawyer and he admitted to the captain that no one defiled her." She caught the audible sigh of relief from the man and waited a moment before asking any more questions. "Mister Harris, Captain Gregson also stated that you were the doctor that treated Sawyer, when he was shot. When we came to see you, yesterday, you seemed very afraid of Lee Sawyer. Any reason why?"
Patting his daughter's back and gently easing them apart, he quietly asked for her to give them a moment. Samantha reluctantly agreed and he waited for her to leave the room and close the door behind her before he spoke. "Fine. Twenty years ago, I was uh, just starting residency and this call came in that a uh, young man was violently attacked by his pimp or john or whatever they called themselves. I was one of the attendings who examined Sawyer. I patched him up, checked in on him, talked to him, got him to tell me what happened, earned his trust and we became friends. The next day, he's being arrested for murder." Parker took a breath before finishing his statement. "A few years later, I see him again, this time, he's full of holes and wants me to patch him up. Now, you're telling me he's in with an arms dealer?" Parker shook his head.
"Mister Harris, your late wife had a past in prostitution, as well, correct?" Sherlock trudged on, not letting the man get too emotional or stuck on what Sawyer might or might not have done.
"Yes. Why is that important? She was killed by a drunk driver." Parker's brow furrowed as he looked from Sherlock to Joan, trying to figure out the line of questioning.
Sherlock bounced on the balls of his feet and down again. "Suzette Clemens, correct?"
Parker Harris swallowed.
"My sources are very thorough and have come to the conclusion that you were the drunk driver that took the life of your departed wife and her daughter from a previous relationship; Lee Sawyer's daughter. That was why you promptly resigned from hospital, gave up your home and have been living off the streets with your daughter, Samantha, ever since." Sherlock paused to see the remorse in Parker's face. He dared to continue as the room door opened again and Samantha ran in, after hearing every word Sherlock said. "In fact, Lee Sawyer is the very link between you and your late wife. That's why you are afraid to talk about him, aren't you? You are afraid of what Mister Sawyer would do to you, if he found out that you caused the accident. Aren't you?"
"Sherlock." Joan cautioned calmly.
Samantha turned and glared angrilly at Sherlock. "Leave my dad alone. You don't know anything about my mom or my dad. Leave him alone!"
After hearing the commotion, the nurse stepped in to see what the problem was and told Sherlock and Joan to leave.
Sherlock turned immediately to go but Joan waited until the officer came around the corner. "Samantha is welcomed to stay with you but, there will be an officer posted outside your door to make sure no one but official staff is permitted to see you. For your own protection." Without another word, she followed Sherlock down the hall and texted the captain to apprise him of the situation and findings.
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Captain Gregson pulled in and weaved his way around to the back of the lot. He sat in his car and waited for Lee to show. It was mid afternoon and the temperature had dropped several degrees. He had left the car running so he could use the heater but that was doing little to fend off the encroaching cold. Ten minutes passed as another car's headlights made their way toward him, pulling in behind him and shutting off their engine and lights. He waited for the man to open the passengar door and sit down beside him. "Who're you?"
The man shifted in his seat and adjust his coat before turning to look at the captain. "Name's Logan, Captain. I'm here to tell you to back off of Sawyer."
"He didn't want to come so he sent his driver. He's testing my patience." The captain scoffed. "So, where is he?"
Logan kept an even gaze on the captain. "That's Agent Corlano, Captain Gregson. The ATF has been working with Sawyer since the apprehension of Chester Montenero, AKA 'Money'. So far, he's helped put away four suppliers as well as several heavy-hitting dealers. I've been working on this for 12 years and I don't need you interfering with my investigation."
Gregson nodded, disbelievingly. "What does Sawyer get out of it? Eliminate the competition so he can set up shop after getting a free-pass?"
Shaking his head, Logan glanced out of the front and back windows for followers. "Nope. He's surrendered his known assets and does what we tell him, or he gets to go right back to Sing Sing for a permanent address. Consider this a friendly warning, Captain; back off." He turned and reached for the handle before Gregson grabbed his arm.
Swallowing his anger, Gregson pressed on. "Then let me help you put the rest of this case away. I'm already in it up to my neck, because of Sawyer. A fourteen year old girl is in my custody while her father recovers from a bullet wound. It's my ass on the line, if this goes south."
Logan weighed the situation. "My guy on the inside told me that Ramsey Gaither and his 'new partner' are planning a big operation. We're talking coastal and maybe even international. Sawyer tells me that this partner, Marissa Dormand, is one of Canada's biggest sex trade suppliers. The deal was for 100 units to be delivered, tonight. However, because of the police presence, from your precinct, Sawyer had the shipment rerouted. These are sex slaves from around the world and you're telling me, your little unit is going to bring down this whole case by yourselves? Not happening, Captain."
"I thought Sawyer didn't deal in people. Where's he getting them from?"
"I'm not at liberty to divulge that information."
"Let me tell you something. This is my city. I was appointed to keep it safe. While I appreciate the lessening crowd of mongrels and trash I have to put away, I'm still gonna do my job to keep my city safe, by any means necessary. Is that clear? I've been running around chasing shadows for this man, using up my department resources just to keep this scumbag happy. Now, he may go away for a long time, after this but, I'm inclined to get to the bottom of whatever game he's playing with the citizens of my city." Gregson met Logan's eyes and leant in to direct his point to the other man.
Logan sighed inwardly. "He gave you the girl. Everything he does, I control. My department owns his ass, until this assignment is complete. Believe me, Captain, he's on an extremely short leash." To accent his point, he pulled the handle on the door and opened it before stepping out and shutting the car door.
As the Lexus pulled away, Captain Gregson sat there and read over the file he had placed on the backseat, for insurance, in case Sawyer had anything to refute. Even more frustrated that when he drove in, Captain Gregson slammed the side of his fist against the steering wheel before starting the engine and driving back to the precinct.
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Joan was awakened in the early hours by loud, obnoxious noise coming from the monitor room, downstairs. She sighed as she knew who it was but why did he always have to listen to things so loudly? Throwing the covers off, she slipped on her slippers and trudged, sleepily to the door. Making her way down to the room where the noise came from, she found herself alone with the pan of televisions all playing several different angles of the dockyard. She stood in the middle of the room and stared at the middle screen and hadn't heard Sherlock walking back into the room with a bowl of oatmeal in his hands.
"Good, you're awake. I have been watching the footage of the attack, all night, to find the one piece of information that we might have missed." He walked right by her, barely giving her a glance, and sat back down in his swivel chair.
Sighing, which turned into a yawn, Joan stepped forward and folded her arms. "Why? Captain Gregson and Marcus have both watched it, several times, and found nothing useful about it."
Sherlock turned toward her but didn't take his gaze off of the monitors. "Yes, but they didn't know what to look for." Shoveling a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth, he stared at the main screen before reaching down to retrieve the remote to press the PAUSE button. "There!"
Joan stared to where he was now pointing but could barely make out the figure. "What is that?"
"Not what. Whom, Watson." Sherlock corrected. "We've been looking at this all wrong. Captain Gregson has been going after Lee Sawyer as if he was the one who put the word out to disrupt the shipment when, in fact, there was a whole other party altogether that also took place in the massacre."
Joan shifted and stepped closer to squint and stare closely at the screen. "I don't see anything."
Promptly placing the bowl on the floor and standing up to make his way over to the table, where the guard's statement had been placed, he quickly picked it up and turned to hand it to her. "At the time of the shooting, Mister Greene stated that he was around the front of the yard when he heard the gun fire."
"Yea."
Sherlock stepped over to the far left group of screens and pointed to the screen on the bottom corner. "Then, the man is clearly in need of some stronger prescription glasses, Watson. That" he pointed to a figure standing between the guard shack and the container where the Harrises had bunked for the night, "is clearly not the front of the yard. You say you and Detectvie Bell found the girl's photobook in the shack and he denied ever seeing it before, well, he is making a move towards their container with.... a gun in his hand." Giddily, he bounced up on the balls of his feet, keeping his finger pointed to the figure and the small blur in the man's hand. "It was not a stray bullet but Mister Greene's purposely aimed weapon that shot Mister Harris."
Joan sighed. "I'm going to make coffee and get dressed. The captain is going to want to see that."

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