Silence Will Fall (BBC Sherlock Fanfiction) ✔️

Chapter 25

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We were back at Mycrofts office, Where I was sitting on the desk, while Mycroft walks around, Irene sits on the chair and Sherlock looks like an emotional wreck- in his own way. Poor Sherlock looked confused and to him that might be emotional enough, considering his IQ is most likely over 150.

"We have people who can get into this." Mycroft states.

"I'm one of them Irene, remember? I'm not exactly happy with you." I say loudly, causing Irene to glare at me pleadingly, Sherlock to blink at me and Mycroft to walk closer to me.

"I tested that theory for you. I had Sherlock test it for 4 months." She says to Mycroft, diverting her eyes to him. I stand off the desk, and walk closer to Sherlock.Sherlock grimaces slightly, remembering those 6 months.

"Tell him what you found when you x-rayed my phone, dear." Irene smirks at him, but his body is facing me instead.

"Four additional units wired inside the casing, I suspect containing acid or a small amount of explosives." Sherlock answers. I take his hand, rubbing it trying to relax Sherlock so he could think.

I knew what happened that time he took her pulse, Mrs. Hudson told me she was watching from the door. I slid my fingers onto his hand, then to his wrist. His eyes look up at mine, and he blinks in morse code

How did you know?

Mrs. Hudson was too embarrassed to tell you.

"Any attempt to open the case burns the hard drive." Sherlock states, our 'morse' conversation only lasting about two seconds, causing no one too notice.

"Explosive... That's more me." Irene says looking at Mycroft. I get up and stand next to Mycroft.

"Some data is always recoverable." Mycroft looks at me, sort of pleadingly.

"Take that risk?"She asks.

"You have a passcode to open this. I deeply regret to say that we have people who can extract it from you." I say to her, now getting ready to pop her head off and play soccer with it.

"Sherlock?"

"There will be two passcodes: one to open the phone, one to burn the drive. Even under duress you can't know which one she's given you and there will be no point in a second attempt." Sherlock says regrettably. I furrow my eyebrows, not knowing about the second passcode. Irene giggles at me.

"Hurts you not knowing the truth. I know about your dead .. should I call him boyfriend? More preferably your criminal partner." I was about to beat her , when Mycroft puts up his hand, causing my to stop, tears threatening my eyes.

"He's good. I should keep him on a leash- i might." She says, looking at Sherlock. But he stays turned around. I smirk at his silhouette, that is now piecing the pieces together.

"We destroy it then. No-one has the information." Mycroft says. One of my unshed tears overflow from my eye, falling down my cheek, and into my small frown.

"Good idea... Unless there are the lives of British citizens depending on the information your about to burn."

"Are there?" Mycroft asks.

"Telling you would be playing fair. I'm not playing anymore." As she looks down to open her handbag, Mycroft looks at me. I nod, causing his face to sink a little more.

"A list of my requests; and some ideas of my protection once they're granted." She says happily. I read over Mycroft's shoulder, scoffing at the shit she put on this list.