Darkness Changes... (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

Chapter 46- Wild Goose Chase Of Sorts.

A/N- I finally found time to write this! I'm really sorry I've been up to my neck in University work. Hope this makes up for the wait ;)

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Darcy's POV

The cab ride to The Diogenes Club was a sombre one. Albeit there was underlying tone of seething anger that I knew John was more than ready to let loose. After everything that had happened so far it didn't surprise me.

I sat beside him clenching my fists over and over against my knees. London didn't nearly look as beautiful as it once was to me. I used to think there wasn't anywhere that I would prefer to be. Now I couldn't help but wish I was someplace else.

John demanded to speak with Mycroft Holmes when we got to the club and the rather scared looking desk clerk walked us through to a private room. When we entered John immediately sat down at one of two chairs whereas I opted to lean against the left wall. The door was left open behind us and we waited.

We weren't left waiting long as Mycroft walked through the door but then paused once he spotted John sat going through the papers we had gotten from Kitty. Mycroft then noticed me in the shadows and I simply glared in return.

"She has really done her homework, Miss Riley- there's things that only someone close to Sherlock could know." John commented as he continued to flip through the papers.

Mycroft closed the door and just said, "Ah."

By now John had turned slightly in his chair but I didn't want to get anywhere near Mycroft. "Have you seen your brother's address book lately?" John asked harshly, "Three names: yours, mine and hers, and Moriarty didn't get this stuff from me."

"Nor me." I chipped and continued to glare at Mycroft as he glanced over at me before walking further into the room.

I stared after him as Mycroft walked around to sit in the chair opposite and spoke, "John..."

"So how does it work, then, your relationship?" John countered and sat front on his seat to face Mycroft, "D'you go out for a coffee now and then, eh, you and Jim?"

As Mycroft opened his mouth to speak I pushed myself away from the wall to stand properly and I spoke through gritted teeth. "He is your brother and you spilled his entire life story to that psycho!" I had tried to remain as calm as possible but there was an element of controlled anger in my voice as I spoke.

"I never intend... I never dreamt..." Mycroft stumbled over his words as he tried to explain himself.

John interrupted him as he rifled through the papers again, "This, see, this is what you were trying to tell me, isn't it? Watch his back, 'cause I've made a mistake."

I had to clench my fists just to release some of the bubbled up anger. Mycroft could go against me all he wanted, I had never confessed to be a saint and I wasn't the easiest person to get along with but selling out his own brother? That seemed too far to me.

""How did you meet him?" John asked as he threw the papers on the small table beside his chair.

Mycroft glanced up at me and took in a long breath before speaking, "People like him: we know about them; we watch them." Mycroft made eye contact with me again. "But James Moriarty... the most dangerous criminal mind the world has ever seen, and in his pocket the ultimate weapon: a key code. A few lines of computer code that could unlock any door."

I crossed my arms and let out a quiet sigh. "So you abducted him to try and get the code from him?"

"Interrogated him for weeks." Mycroft confirmed