Silence Will Fall (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction) ✔️

Chapter 24

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I was talking to Mycroft in his office about stuff happening in the government. Since I was a criminal, I knew stuff because word travels (I have a web of people).

"Exactly! I think they should put him in the elections for -" Mycroft's phone rings, meaning he had a text.

"What's wrong?" He looks up at me.

"Did Moriarity talk to you in the past couple of days?" I nod.

"This code. He said it was for a terrorist attack, saying 'I need you to decipher this code' I understood it was a plane ticket, but I told him I didn't understand." Mycroft looks at me strangely.

"You are a criminal too. Why aren't you helping him?"

"Terrorists. Not my thing. Anything that involves possible injury to a child, I do not do."

"Well it was a flight of the dead. A plane with all deceased people, that would've exploded. He would've gotten what he wanted, but no one dies." He looks down at his hands, then at his counter. I look there to see some scotch. I get him a glass, then pour him some. He nods at me and starts drinking. He sits there for hours eventually, and I just stare at him. He finally looks back up at me, then gets his jacket and umbrella.

"Where are we going?" I follow after him.

"Airport." I nod and follow him into the black car. I rest my head on his shoulder, tired. I end up falling half asleep, still feeling movement from Mycroft and the car.

I hear him rummaging, trying to find his phone. He calls someone, and all I hear is a faint blurred conversation.

"Send it to-" Blurrs out.

"Yes straight away." Thats all I hear before I fall into deep sleep. I wake up because Mycroft starts moving. I get off his shoulder , so he could open the door. He leaves it open for me, and I thank him walking out. I loop my arm into his, and we walk out into the airplane lot. There was a large plane with the same man that attacked me. He had a bruised face and busted lip. I smirk at him, as Mycrft nods at him. We then wait as all the corpses are there. I hear footsteps walking in. Sherlock shuffles around checking their pulses. When he sees Mycroft, he stands straighter. His eyes then looks at me confused.

"Mycroft why are you here?" Sherlock asks. Mycroft ignores his question, and turns to me.

"The coventry conundrum." Mycroft says to both of us. I smirk at Mycroft.

"What do you think of my solution?" He asks SHerlock, finally tearing his gaze away from my face.

"The flight of the dead." I say softly to Sherlock, who was looking around the cabin.

"The plane blows up mid-air. Mission accomplished for the terrorists. Hundreds of casualties , but nobody dies." Sherlock states. I then loop my arm around Mycroft's arm, as a force of habit.

"Neat don't you think?" I ask quietly, but loud enough for Sherlock to hear.

"You've been stumbling around this one for ages- or were you too bored to notice the pattern?" Sherlock looks dazed for a seconds before focusing back on us.

"We ran a similar project with the Germans a while back, though I believe one of our passengers didn't make the flight." Mycroft says, Sherlock looks dazed once again, but looks back at us quickly.

"But that's the deceased for you - late, in every sense of the word." I say , earning a tight lipped smile from Mycroft.

"Hows the plane going to fly? Oh of course, unmanned aircraft. Hardly new." Mycroft then shakes slightly, angry from how stupid Sherlock was being.

"It doesn't fly. It will never fly. This entire project is cancelled. The terrorist cells have been informed that we know about the bomb. We can't foll them now. We've lost everything. One fragment, of one email, and months and years of planning finished."

"Your MOD man." I harrumph quietly, quirking an eyebrow.

"That's all it takes: one lonely naÏve man desperate to show off, and a woman clever enough to make him feel special."

"You should screen your defence people more carefully-"

"Sherlock are you thick?" I ask angrily. Sherlock turns to me.

"He isn't talking about the MOD man Sherlock- who is a woman actually." I state angrily, causing both brothers to turn to me confused.

"I owed the US government a favour." I mutter quietly.

"I am talking about you!" Mycroft exclaims, slamming his umbrella to the floor, very hard.

"The damsell in distress." I say softly.

"In the end, are you really so obvious? Because this was textbook: the promise of love, the pain of loss, the joy of redemption; then give him a puzzle and watch him dance." Mycroft explains. I nod at his statement.

"Don't be ubsurd." Sherlock says quickly. I sigh loudly, prepared for the quirrel of the two brothers.

"Absurd? How quickly did you decipher that email for her? Was it a full minute, or were you really eager to impress?"

"I think it was less than five seconds." Irene says, showing her presence. Sherlock turns around to look at her. Irene was dressed beautifully, makeup all done perfect. This is her at her best.

"I drove you into her path." Mycroft pauses for a moment.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." He looks down at the floor. I rub his arm lightly.

"Mr. Holmes, I do believe we need to talk." Irene intervenes.

"So do I. There are a number of aspects I'm still not clear on." SHerlock states.

"Not you junior. You're done now." She passes him and looks at the both of us.

"Oh. Isis. Jim will not be pleased." I scoff at the woman.

"Tell him as of now, I'm done with him." I bite back angily, causing her eyebrows to raise. She then turns to Mycroft, trying to forget the fact that I just pushed her out of the friendzone and out of my life.

"There's more. Loads more. On this phone I've got secrets, pictures and scandals that could topple your whole world. You have no idea how much havoc I can cause and exactly one way to stop me- unless you want to tell your masters that your biggest security leak is your brother." Mycroft lowers his gaze, as I glare at the woman infront of me.