New Places, New People: a t.v.verse

The fourth pawn- chapter 4

"Do I know you?" May asked the man. He looked like Tom, but he had a different air about him. Maybe this was the new character he was talking about, May thought.

"Not directly," the man said. He seamed like a mix of Sherlock and Jim. Um. Same profession? May thought.

Neither of them noticed Sherlock and Lestrade behind them, nor notice Sherlock turn as pale as a sheet.

"Sherlock?" Lestrade whispered worriedly. He's never seen Sherlock this worried.

"Why is he here?" Sherlock whispered to himself, Lestrade could barely hear. "How did he get here? How does he know? Does he have a connection, God damn it!"

"Sherl-" Lestrade tried to say before Sherlock pulled him back, covering his mouth.

May thought she heard Lestrade, but she thought against it. "What do you mean, 'not directly'?" she asked the man.

"I mean, I know you to an extent," he replied, "but you don't know me. So, do you want to play a game?"

"You seriously sound like Molarity," May replied. "And if I say no?"

The man chuckled, and said, "I'm very persuasive."

The goon snuck up on May and inserted the singe into her neck. "Ow!" May yelled, the drug slower in her than John. She shot the man in the leg below the knee and turned to face the goon. She readied her gun, but the goon knocked it out of her hand. She spend from the hit, and elbowed the man in the face, the spin making it hit harder. As he leaned back from the hit, she was able to muster enough strength to kick him hard in the guts. As he doubled over, she drew a knife and turn to face the man. He held his hands up in mock surrender, chuckled, and said, "Your very feisty..." Before he could finish, May blacked out.

"She is very annoying," the man commented, lowering his hands. "Get up, you fool."

The goon got up, trying to stop the blood flowing from his nose. "Sorry, sir," the goon said, slightly annoyed. "The drug didn't take much effect on her."

"I could see that," the man replied sharply. Then he said to himself, "I need to work on that later. I wonder what made it not work in her... Hum... Hurry up you idiot!"

The man got into the front seat of the car while the goon, instead of putting her into the back seat, thew May into the trunk of the car. He mumbled something as he got into the back seat of the car.

The driver creeped out of the ally, neither man noticing Sherlock or Lestrade. Sherlock, both visibly pissed, irritated, and exceedingly worried, watched the car leave. Leatrade was confused as hell.

"Okay, what was that about?" He asked as Sherlock sprinted after the car, staying somewhat behind it. "What am I getting myself into," he mumbles to himself as he chases after Sherlock.

They chase the car along winding allies and the twisting roads of London until it finally stops at an old abandoned warehouse. Both men could she the man from the front seat, the one who did most of the talking, get out of the car and say, "Grab them both, you baffon!"

They see as the goon grabbed the limp form of John out of the backseat and take May out of the trunk of the car. "Jackass," Sherlock mumbled, to Lestrade's surprise. He did swear much, so this was new. As they creeped closer to the door, they saw four chairs back to back, each with a symbol on them. A heart, a diamond, a club, a spade. The chair with a heart has the unconscious form of Molly Hooper, while the club had Mycroft's limp body. The goon tied John to the diamond chair while May was bound to the spade...

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