Sherlocks Secret Escape

Chapter Sixteen Searching And Informing

Mycroft POV:

Later that evening, once the building had been made safe for everyone to check, Sherlock rushed into the remainder of the building and searched. We all searched for any bodies but Sherlock and I were looking for Clara's body, we both needed to know if she had died. So we searched for hours, pulling up brick for brick looking for a body.

The time was nine thirty at night when the first body was found, I had to hold back Sherlock as he was desperate to see what the body looked like. Once the firemen had pulled out the body, Sherlock punched me in the stomach to get me to let go of him, and I unintentionally did because it was a hard punch. So Sherlock got what he wanted, he was able to see the body and who it was. 

When Sherlock managed to get to the body, he looked slightly relieved. I had to see the body for myself, I knew from his reaction that it wasn't Clara but I needed to see who it was. When I got to the body, I couldn't help but smile at who it was and what had happened to them. It was Stephen Longpine, and he had been stabbed through the heart with a blade just like what Mike Cable had. I was slight relieved myself for the fact that it wasn't Clara but, I was also more worried about finding Clara in all of this. Stephen's killing was evidence of Clara being here, but no one had found another body yet, lets just hope that she isn't not for my sake but for Sherlocks. I believe he needs to hear her explain, explain everything to her. I think he wanted to see her one last time before she's sent away from the rest of her life in a private government prison, and I think he also wants her to explain to him that she did love him. That's when the problem comes in; I believe that if this conversation happens, Clara will tell Sherlock that she never loved him to try and get him to forget about her. However, I know that it would all be a lie. We both know that Clara deeply love's Sherlock but, she would do this for him, so he will forget about her. 

"Found another one." Shouted another fireman from across the remainder of the building; Sherlock instantly went to run to look but, I shouted for him to stop. 

"Sherlock stop." He ignored me, "Grab him and restrain him." I shouted at a couple police officers, and they did just that. Sherlock looked at me anger showing clearly on his face as the police officers forced him to the ground, they then forced his hands behind his back and cuffed him. 

"Mycroft, get these stupid cuffs off me this instant. I need to see who it is, it might be Clara." He shouts at me with a slight quiver of fright in his voice, he needs to know for himself but I don't want him to see if it is. 

"No Sherlock, you need to stay away. I don't know how you're going to react, the body needs to be left for a later exam."

"What is there to look at, it's clear as too what killed them. They were in an explosion Mycroft, the force of the blow would have killed them." 

"Sherlock shut up. Will you take him into one of the police cars please, he cannot be aloud to see the body." I demand and they do just as I say; as they close the door of the police car I walk over slowly towards the body that they pull out of the rubble. When I look at the body, the face is too badly damaged to identify as Clara straight away. But then I look at the visible tattoo's, previous wounds and hair colour, I can see that it is her and that we were too late. 

I feel the tears running down my face more and more as I carry on looking, but before they walk off with the body, I cover it up and look in the direction of my brother. All I can do is stand there and watch as my brother realizes it's her from the look on my face; all he does is scream Clara's name over and over again while he cries more and more.  We both know now that she's gone, and there's nothing that we can do about it. 

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(Later that evening.) 

The time was half past ten when me and Sherlock pulled up in front of Clara's Grandmothers house, she needed to be informed of Clara being dead. Clara's Grandmother was the only family that Clara had left, her mother died when she was younger, she never knew who her mothers parents were and her father was murdered when she was fourteen. Her Grandmother basically raised her for a year, before Clara went off trying to kill the people that killed her father. I believe that she never knew of Clara's arrangement with the government, or the fact that she became a freelancer. I believe Clara told her, that she was going traveling for a little while because she needed to escape from everything.