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

F you My Freind- chapter 6

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The mystery man tensed up slightly. He raised his hands, chuckling. "Nice to see you again, William," he stats, nonchalantly.

Sherlock griped the gun tighter. Then relaxed, realizing this is just what he wanted. Sherlock raised the gun to where it was pointed at the base of the man's head. "I've told you before, brother," he spit out, "I go by Sherlock now."

"Yes, why you would ever choose that name is still a mystery to me," the man, who we'll call Brother for now, said in mock wonder. He likes to mock a lot. "Oh, yes, the death of Redbeard was to much, wasn't it?"

Sherlock tensed at the name. Lestrade, having taken out the goon, was standing in the shadows, confused to a whole new level. He noticed John motioning to him. Lestrade dropped low, with Brother's attention on Sherlock, he ran towards the chairs.

When he got there, he heard the conversation between them better. "What was it the Mycroft said?" Brother asked. " 'This feud between us is childish'? Yes I've been watching that long." Sherlock's sudden intake of breath made that last comment there.

"Lestrade," John hisses loud enough for only him to hear, "got a knife?" Lestrade reached into his back pocket, pulling out the pocket knife he usually kept there. He thanked his habits, because he thought about leaving it at home today. Before John said anything else, Lestrade started cutting away at the ropes on John ankles, before passing it to John's hands to cut away at those.

Lets just say it surprised dear old Moriarty, sitting in the middle, as board as ever. He hated not being able to see anything, so he was trying to figure out out to get out of the ropes that held him down. But when a knife passes above his head, cutting into it, his was quite surprised. "Well, I'll be damned," he mummers as the knife skillfully passes though John's hands, cutting though the rope as if he's done it a million times before. Though knowing his past, he probably has...

But we've strayed from from Sherlock and Brother for a bit to long. Them being brothers, they were obviously bickering. Brother let his hands down and was facing Sherlock by now. May, though, was just sitting there, bitch facing them to no end.

"You two," she finally ended up saying, both boys gaze focusing on her, "act like every day, aggravating brothers and little twerps. Arguing about nothing and annoying the rest of us."

By then, John was comply free, working on Molly's and Mycroft's bounds. The feet were easy, but the hands were another matter. None of them remembered Moairty in the middle. John tried to pass the knife to Molly's hands, but missed and landed in Moairty's.

"Bloody hell," the criminal muttered under his breath as the knife hit his head, before falling into his hands.

The annoying man himself got his bounds free, then debates about undoing the others. He still had - a sort - of feelings for Molly, but that was no reason to help them, was it? Then he realized the only way he was going to get out unnoticed was to help them here. In the end, he mentally sighed an undid Molly's and Mycroft's bounds. But, with being the little shit he is, didn't do May's.

She, though, was more interested in why the two boys in front of her wouldn't shut up. She groaned as they continued, and finally said, "will you two. Shut. Up." The two stopped and she gave them a sarcastic happy face. "The rest of us would like to leave, and I would like to take a nap. With you two bickering, that's not possible," she spits out as Lestrade cocks his gun.

He, Lestrade, stood, grinning a sly grin, and pointed his gun at Brother. The Brother seemed surprised, then gritted his teeth, realizing he had no back up. "The end is nye, so it seems," he mummers as he reached into his pocket, pulling a canister out. "Well, it was nice meeting you all," he pulled the pin out, "but I best be going." He grinned and slammed the canister against the ground, releasing a cloud of thick gas.

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