Ten Past the Hour (Mycroft Holmes Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

Amy stepped off the lift and met Jordan by the door. "Ready?"

Jordan nodded and led her outside. They slid into a black Jaguar. "This is Peter." She gestured to her chauffeur.

Amy smiled at the man. "Hi. Yeah, I don't think we've met. You're not one of Mycroft's usuals."

Peter shook his head. "I'm Miss Close's personal driver and security, ma'am."

Amy turned an impressed eye to Jordan. Laughing, Jordan shrugged. "Mycroft takes care of his people."

"So what exactly do you do for him?" Amy settled back into the leather seats.

"I handle interrogations and surveillance for the more difficult cases. You've heard of The Pit?"

"Yeah... Little building hidden away somewhere. Torture chamber."

"Sort of."

"You run a torture chamber." Amy blinked.

"No! Yes. Not really. Sensory deprivation and over stimulation. I don't actually do anything but leave them in a cold dark room and occasionally scare them. The rest they do to themselves. And then I just wait until they're ready to talk. If I need more than that, I have people who handle it for me."

"Right..."

Jordan shrugged. "Anyway! Let's focus on the matter at hand. Nancy is the newest victim to our sniper. Another M24 shooting. It seems our sniper is deciding upon his preference. She was shot outside a cafe. This is the only killing we have that may have a motive we can go on. How is it going tracking the files in Austria?"

"I've got a man out to retrieve them now. We found them in Graz."

"Good. Let's keep a good eye on inventory and movements on the market. Here we are."

They stepped out and joined a small group that was crowded inside a taped off area. A man in blue scrubs threw his hands up and walked away as they entered. Jordan went to stand behind Sherlock and wrapped her arms around his waist. She kissed the back of his neck.

"Want to fill me in?"

He barely seemed to notice her, his piercing eyes focused on the body before him. "Was here with her idiot fiancé, he's over there. They were talking and then suddenly a bullet went through her brain and lodged into the cafe wall. Thus the blood spatter there. Boyfriend says she was acting strange lately, scared. Had a weird call about two weeks ago and then she made an equally strange call. He thought she was cheating. As I said, idiot." Jordan smacked him lightly on the arm and let him go.

Amy stared down at Nancy's body, laid out on the pavement. Her blonde hair was caked with blood and her skin had taken a bloodless pallor already. Amy put a hand to her mouth and walked away. She closed her eyes, unsure if she was feeling horror over a body or the realization that it was Nancy. She took a few deep breaths and waited for Jordan to join her. "You okay?" Jordan asked. Amy nodded. "Were you friends?"

"Not really. It's just... this is really happening. It's a little scary."

Jordan put an arm around her shoulder but continued working. "We've got to get a look into her financials and find her middleman. She hasn't had any odd visitors and she wasn't using her phone or pay phone to make the calls, we would have noticed."

Amy frowned at the fiancé. He wasn't crying or even seeming anxious over the loss of his love. He wasn't even scared. He just looked... Disappointed. She tilted her head and nudged Jordan. Walking up to the man, she smiled kindly. "Hello, my name's Amy. I'm working with the police to find Nancy's killer."