Sherlocks Secret Escape

Chapter Fourteen Packing Up And Mysterious Letters

Clara POV:

Once I left Sherlock's flat, I made my way straight back home trying ever so hard not to think of Sherlock and Mycroft talking about everything, but obviously it wasn't working. Once I arrived home I started to write down two messages, one for Sherlock and one for Mycroft. I wouldn't know if they would read them, I didn't even know what Sherlock's reaction to all this would be. I know that he would stop showing his love for me, after all you just all of a sudden stop loving someone, but I didn't know if he would help Mycroft arrest me or not. It was a huge guessing game when it came to both of the Holmes boys, more so when they are together and figuring everything out. So I set to work with writing down everything, explaining to the two in different way for them to understand, but with the same story behind it. The letters were in fact the truth but, were different to suit each Holmes boys understanding. 

I knew that Sherlock would demand Mycroft to tell him everything, I knew he would want his brother to say it to his face, and not just hid behind what Sherlock had already placed together. I knew this would give me some time to quickly write down both letters, seal them and then pack my belongings as well as leaving. 

It took about ten minutes to write each letter, with Sherlock's taking longer to write as I kept on getting tears in my eyes while writing. Once I finished I hurried upstairs into my bedroom, packing as many clothes as I could within a large camping rucksack, afterwards I hurried into my study and opened up the safe picking up my passport, bank card that was under a false name and a couple of my own hand guns and knives. That was until I heard a crash come from downstairs; so I quickly dropped my rucksack and grabbed two pistols from the safe, placing another one in the back of my trousers and a pocket knife in my back pocket of my jeans. 

I quietly headed down the stairs to see if anyone had broken into my house; once I got to the bottom of the stairs I stopped and took a deep breathe before turning around the corner and pointing my gun all around the room trying to find the cause of the noise. I soon found the cause of this, and couldn't believe what it was. Someone had thrown a brick through my window with a note attached, I was confused by this stupid way of contacting me. Obviously the person who had sent the letter wanted to grab my attention, and they now have it but why smash my window?

I walked over to the brick, picking it up and stripping the letter from its rope wrappings before throwing the brick back down on the floor in frustration and anger. When I look at the letter, it's clearly written on fine paper and the writing itself is very posh. So I read through the note quickly, it read  . . .

Dear Miss Clara Phoenix, 

I'm afraid to say it's about time we had a family meeting, and a true one this time. I know you will not understand a single word of this letter, well I hope not anyway don't want to give any big clues away, but I want you too know that what you have been previously told in some area's of your family history, are in fact big fact lies. 

I have to also let you know that I have been watching you for the past few years after I finally found out about you, I was a little excited until I realized something important. You'll soon find that out, see you soon Clara Phoenix. 

I demand your appearance at

Unit 2 Meadow Lane,

Loughborough,

LE11 1JY

See you soon Clara, I demand yet again that you arrive at this address as soon as you have read this little letter. 

Love from The Boss xx (I know shock, but it will be more of a shock when you learn the true truth of what family you're from.)

I put the letter down on the table, and quickly leave. I have to admit I want to know what this letter really means, and who in fact sent this stupid letter. However, I don't know what is installed for me so that is why I leave the letter on the table. Sherlock and Mycroft will be here soon, they'll both notice the letter and come to see what it's also about. I just hope that if it is truly anything bad, that Sherlock and Mycroft don't get involved and injured. I know after everything, if I am truly in trouble both Holmes boys will stop at nothing to help me, even if I am the serial assassin that they need to arrest for murdering government officials. 

I forget about the clothes that I packed and the open safe upstairs as I climb onto my bike, speeding off in the direction of Loughborough and the unit on meadow lane. It take about half and hour to three quarters to get to the address to which my previous boss had left me. On the ride over, I managed to figure out that it was my previous boss who had sent me the letter, but the whole family reunion got me confused because I had no family only my grandmother on my fathers side. 

When I pulled up outside of the unit building, there are two guys waiting outside. I soon figure out that they are my old bosses guards, so to speak, and as soon as they see me they stiffen a little and gesture for me to go through the door and up the stairs into the unit building. As I climb the stairs I can hear the faint sound of light classical music running down the corridors, and then I can hear his voice. I instantly recognize the voice as my old bosses from the time that we kind of met in the suit store; his voice is less calm and more angry and annoyed. 

"You never told me, but I found out myself after I heard you talking to one of the blabbering idiots about her. Did you know that Grandad's last dying wish was to have him killed, that husband of yours so that she wouldn't have governmental influence. He wanted her to take over the family criminal business, he taught me all the tricks but still wanted her to take over after you. I knew you had a family before you had to leave, I know that you had to leave them so you could be by grandad's side while he fell ill. But this, this just HURT. Knowing that he wanted her to still take over the business, and not me the loyal and caring grandson who always listened to what he had to say. Did you know he sent Mike Cable and Stephen Longpine, and you know what that pair are like and their past with the ladies that have been involved in those sort of killings. DON'T WORRY, I see that expression on your face. . . so caring still after leaving them to take over and learn the tricks of the trade. Mike didn't manage to get his hands on her, Stephen stopped him." I was forcefully pushed out into the view of my old boss and the person he was shouting at. 

I couldn't believe my eyes, she was suppose to be dead. It couldn't be her. . .  I refuse to believe that the woman tied up in front of me was my mother.