Rhapsody

BBC Sherlock -Sherlock is captured - Sherlock x Lestrade (Me and Rhapsody)

well it is my major in uni, so I guess i oughta be pretty good x)
I actually learned it through reading novels in english (I've always been reading a whole lot of books). My teachers didn't really get through to me back in school with all their grammatical stuff ^.^

BBC Sherlock -Sherlock is captured - Sherlock x Lestrade (Me and Rhapsody)

Greg would have none of the excuses. He was just about to tell him that he would not let him go home just like that, or more like take him home, since he wasn't in any kind of state to move around on his own, when the weight he held up with his arms grew heavier and Sherlock slumped over. Lestrade backed off a bit, taking a closer look. The detective was breathing deeply and regularly. So he had fallen asleep. ALso not something you saw from Sherlock everyday. Maybe all the yawning and the lack of words had been an indicator, but Greg, although he had noticed, had not thought that much of it. His thoughts had been rather hung up on the hospital thing. Which was one less problem to deal with now, it seemed. He just hoped Sherlock would stay asleep until he had no way to talk him into getting him home after all.
The ambulance arrived not too long afterwards, though it felt like much longer, because his amrs were getting heavy with trying to keep Sherlock upright and not make any of his injuries probably worse. Amazingly enough, the man slept through the whole ride and apparently even the examination. The man had to have been horribly wiped out.
Greg wasn't sure how long he waited in the area he had been shown to once they had arrived at the hospital, but he had made several calls to Donovan and worked, as far as he could since he wasn't leaving there, on the case. Once awake, he would make sure to occupy Sherlock buy telling him everything they had foudn out yet. That might actually be the only way to keep him from getting up and roaming about right away.
Finally, after an hour or two, he was shown to a room, the nurse staying outside as he stepped in. He had been informed that besides the rather deep gash in his arm and a few cracked ribs, Sherlock had no too bad injuries. So he would be taking him home to Baker Street as soon as he was up and ready to go. But then he was still sleeping, so Lestrade sat down on the uncomfortable chair in the corner of the room and waited, writing in his notepad and texting with the people working on the case. He didn't take one call and put his phone on silent mode, Sherlock seemed to be needing this sleep badly.
Then he heard his name said and looked up. Greg smiled as he saw Sherlock looking around and got up walking over to the bed. "Slept well?" he asked teasingly, loking Sherlock over. To think all of this had turned out the way it had because of that one stupid bluff he had made. "You're fine, I was told. You have to be careful not to open that gash on your arm and a few of your ribs are a little cracked, so no fast movements or heavy carrying." he informed him. "If you're up to it, I can get you home now, as promised." he added, thinking he had seen something in the other mans eyes that made him offer it.

BBC Sherlock -Sherlock is captured - Sherlock x Lestrade (Me and Rhapsody)

Thank you ^.^

BBC Sherlock -Sherlock is captured - Sherlock x Lestrade (Me and Rhapsody)

Greg didn't comment on the 'no hospitals' thing. Even the few injuries he could make out himself where nothing he could treat himself. If John were present he might have been able to do something, but he wasn't, so there was no way around the hospital. Though Lestrade he might be able to make it so that he could take Sherlock home right afterwards. He heard Moriartys voice but kept his glance on Sherlock for a little longer, before turning to look at the madman and blink. Because Moriarty was gone. How the hell could the man be so steahtly? Or had Greg just been too distracted?
He heard his name being said and ran the last few meters left to Sherlocks side, putting his gun away and kneeling down in front of the other man. His hands hovered over the injuries he could see for a moment, then he pulled out his phone. "We are in an old warehouse, not half an hour away from Baker Street" he told him, then reached out and placed a hand on Sherlocks shoulder, to get his attention. THe man looked positively wiped out and was shivering with fatigue, it seemed. Knowing him, he might not have gotten much sleep the past few days and then this... he ought to get some rest. "Sherlock I am calling an ambulance." he informed him, not asking for his opinion on this. "I have no idea how to treat any wounds and I am just not risking it." He dialled the number on his phone and quickly explained their whereabouts and everything, before hanging up and looking around, seeing a knife on a table where Moriarty had been and, without allowing himself to think of what the knife had been meant for, proceeded to cut the ties binding Sherlock to the chair.
He didn't move him though, just did his best to keep him remotely upright. "I promise I will get you out of the hospital as soon as they've treated you, alright?" he offered, though he already knew he wouldn't be able to fulfill that promise, should SHerlock have any too heavy injuries that would not just heal by themselves with enough rest. Which reminded him that John wasn't home to keep Sherlock from doing stupid things, so he guessed, since noone was supposed to know of this, he would have to stay and look over the detective for a while.

BBC Sherlock -Sherlock is captured - Sherlock x Lestrade (Me and Rhapsody)

ah, good, sorry about that ^.^ I'm not a natvie speaker, btw. I'm german ;)

BBC Sherlock -Sherlock is captured - Sherlock x Lestrade (Me and Rhapsody)

hey, sorry, I'm not really getting those two last sentences of Moriarty, is he gone now?

BBC Sherlock -Sherlock is captured - Sherlock x Lestrade (Me and Rhapsody)

Greg watched as Sherlock came to again and looked around has Moriarty talked to Lestrade. His movements seemed painfully slow and when Greg managed to catch a glimpse of his face, because he was really trying not to take his eyes off the madman, he was shocked to see him so tired and beaten. And he was surprised that his presence seemed to be so astonishing to the other man. Greg could see very well that the man might not stay conscious for much longer and wondered how many bruises were hidden by his clothes when he was the blodd-dripping gash on his arm. He gritted his teeth and turned back to Moriarty.

"Can you hold on for a little longer, Sherlock?" Greg asked, while his eyes were fixed on every movement of the madman as he slowly crept forward a little. He wished he could get closer to Sherlock, but that would mean getting closer to Moriarty as well and he didn't trust the damn bastard, who was, judging by his expression, having way too much fun with all of this. A game, Lestrade was reminded by that grin, all of this was just a came to keep him from being bored.

"Reinforcements are on their way. If you run now, you might still make it before thise warehouse is crawling with the likes of me." he bluffed with his face its usual annoyed mask, but feeling really, really supid, because he was so sure both of the other man would see right through it. He couldn't think of anything else to say though. Had he expected to just come and free Sherlock? Moriarty had said he had to be here in thirty minutes or Sherlock would die, what happened once he was there had never even been hinted at.

BBC Sherlock -Sherlock is captured - Sherlock x Lestrade (Me and Rhapsody)

As Lestrade crept closer to the building, he had to force himself to stay calm. It would be no use to neither of them if he started to panic now. Which, as reasonable as it was, was probably one of the hardest things he had ever needed to do. And then he heard a yelling voice and though he could not be sure, because it was echoing in the big empty building and Greg was still outside, just barely having reached the wall, but he had a feeling it had been Sherlocks voice. He gritted his teeth and hurried on, his hand still hovering over his gun, but not drawing it yet.
That changed the second he heard a gunshot from inside. Then another. Now, Greg could no longer hold back the panic making his heart thump wildly as if trying to beat ut of his chest and forcing him to take deep breaths and make an effort to concentrate properly and hear anything beyond the rush of blood in his ears and feel something else that the hard beat of his heart. He reached a door and carefully tried for the handle. It was open. He stopped, undoing the safety of his gun before slowly opening the door and peering inside. It was mostly dark and he couldn't see much, but there seemed to be noone close by, so he slipped inside, hurrying to close the door behind himself to avoid raising attention he could not use.
His gun held up, ready to shoot at anyone that proved to be a danger, he crept along the wall, keeping in the shadows as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the old building. He glanced around. He had gotten in at an end of the warehouse, where there were still tal shelfs filled with boxes and casks, hopefully hiding him from view until he could get an impression of his surroundings. He looked around when, rather close-by, he heard a pained groan. Greg froze for a second, stealthily creeping along the shelfs to where he had thought the sound to have come from and stopped at the edge.
From there, he could see the rest of the building was mostly empty. And not too far from himself, he could make out two people. One standing in front of the other one, who was sitting. The latter was defiently Sherlock. And passed out if the way his body had slumped over was any indication. So that left the man standing to be MOriarty. Greg stopped and watched. He wasn't sure what to do. He could barely, if at all, handle Sherlock. How was he to handle someone just as smart but decidedly insane. A whiff of something metallic hit him, raising the panic he had just-so barely managed to fight down after hearing the gunshots. Was he too late? Had Moriarty already..?
Greg swallowed hard, raised his gun and stepped into the open space, his weapon and eyes fixed solily on the madman. "I am here. Now let him go." he said, proud to hear that his voice sounded steady and strong.

BBC Sherlock -Sherlock is captured - Sherlock x Lestrade (Me and Rhapsody)

(sorry for taking so long, I usually post a lot more and a lot more frequently ;) )

JM. So the question about whom was behind all this was cleared. Definetly Moriarty. And definetely having some fun playing one of his sick little games. The sear for any property of their victim had come out negative. Nothing. Greg sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face and suinting into nowhere as he tried to think properly. If Sherlock had been taken here, almost right in front of his home, it had to have been minutes after Lestraed had called to inform him of the crime. And Lestrade had waited about 35 minutes before calling. It had connected back then, so he had already likely been captured then. Shortly afterwards he had got into the car and come here. So, Mariarty didn't have more than half an hour to grab Sherlock, get to the place they were right now and inflct all those bruises and everything. Half an hour, yes.
Lestrade picked up his phone again, taking a closer look at the picture, zooming in along the edges and taking a closer look. He had barely 25 minutes left, he only had this one shot. Who knows what might happen to Sherlock. He could think about lots of things that Moriarty was capable of. Way too many. He called the tech guys back at Scotland Yard, giving short and definite orders. "Get me any unused warehouse or factory building I can get to in about thirty minutes from Baker Street." He did not have the time to be nice. But there was no need to gt rough with the guys at the other side of the line. It barely took a moment for them to assemble the list of ten possible places. Lestrade clicked his tongue in annoyance. That were too many. He would barely have to time to check two of them, if he didn't pull any of his people into it. "Any kind of connection to our recent victim? The one I got assigned to this morning?" They searched but couldn't found anything in particular. "Call Donovan and check with what she found out. Which ones are the closest?" He was given three addresses, noted them down and stared at them for a moment. The last, an old warehouse, seemed in some way familiar to him. Or maybe it was just a hunch. And it wasn't like he could just sit there and do nothing while his time ran out. So he started his car, made a u-turn in the middle of the street and sped off, hoping he was right.
Somewhere along the way, Greg had gotten seriously annoyed with the traffic and had put on the siren-lights, but turned them back off when he got closer. Wouldn't want to alarm a madman kidnapper, especially not Moriarty. And once he got the first glance of the building he remembered why the address had seemed somewhat familiar. Some time ago, he could not say exactly when, unfortunately, he had been called here. A dead body had been dicovered. Of a salary-man in his late 50's. With suddenly vanished debts. He cursed and stopped to park his car a good distance away from the place on a side-street. His phone vibrated, but he ignored it. He had a gut feeling he was already at the right place. A look at his watch told him he had not a minute to spare though. With his hand on the gun, in its holster at his hip, he slowly closed in on the warehouse, eyes scanning the surroundings. Maybe, he thought for a second, coming alone had been really stupid.

BBC Sherlock -Sherlock is captured - Sherlock x Lestrade (Me and Rhapsody)

Lestrade had been on his way back to his car, when his phone had rang again. He froze for a second, then hurried to get it out of his pocket and take a look. No message this time, just a photo. Of Sherlock. Bound to a chair, obviously well roughed up, one eye black and swollen. Greg swallowed down the lump in his throat. Sherlock looking angry and defiant and ready to fight had it not been for the ropes binding him to the chair, but still, and Greg was absolutely certain of that, far from broken. A man like Sherlock did not give up on anything easily. Certainly not himself.
But Lestrade still didn't know who had him. There had been no answer to any of the questions he had send and though the photo gave a bit of a hint as to where he was held, all one could actully make out was the cement floor and the subtle darkness. So some kind of basement, or maybe a factory or a storage room or.... Okay, Greg thought to himself, this wouldn't be getting him anywhere. He sighed and took another closer look around. No cameras anywhere in sight, it seemed. Unfortunate, that. It didn't mean though that Mycroft Holmes didn't have any cameras around though. But Lestrade was not quite ready to go there yet.
He got in his car, thinking. The culprit, whoever that was, had either to have known Sherlock would leave his apartment at the exact time he did, or had waited for him to get out. But Sherlock wasn't the kind not to notice when he was spied on, especially not if it was happening over a longer period of time. Far as he knew, the other manregularly glanced out onto the street when he got bored or was waiting for Lestrade to come and ask him for help. Which left the possibility that the culprit would've known that Sherlock would be leaving the house. So, maybe, just maybe, had the culrit known of the murder. Probably even had a part in it? What better way to get to Sherlock than luring him out of his home for a crime scene?
Greg took another look at the photo he had been send. He had nothing to support his theory. He couldn't even know whether he was just making things up just to have the feeling he was doing something. But this was all he had to go on for now. At that exact moment, his phone started ringing. "Lestrade." he answered, sounding a little angry, he realized. "What is it Donovan?" he added, trying not to but still sounding plenty annoyed. "We've run a background check on our victim, based on the ID we found with him and it seems he had some financial issues. Or at least, he still had them some months ago. There have been huge sums paid bank account in the last two or three months. We are trying to trace those payments right now." Lestrade nodded to himself, not realizing he was even doing the motion because there was noone to see or direct it towards anyway. Then, scambling for any kind of lead, really he asked: "Our victim, did he have any properties besides his apartment? Anything? A storage room, some kind of old or new apartment?" He heard paper rustling at the other end of the phone, Greg had to hold himself not to tell the woman to hurry it up.

(Erm, do you have any idea on where Sherlock is held?)