The Other Side - BBC Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter 21 - Complications

Angel
The meeting I very boring and almost find myself looking forward to what is about to happen. The thrill of the battle. The assassins standing around the room have been trying to blend in as best they can but to me they're obvious. Shoulders a little bit too still, eyes darting around nervously. Their faux composure is about to go out the the window in 5, 4 3, 2, 1...

"Fire, fire! Everybody get out." Somebody shouts over the alarm that has turned on, right on cue. Everybody surges toward the main doors. The Prime Minister makes a move in that direction; I grab him by the collar and pull him in the other direction. My eyes scan the crowd, checking that all of Jim's men are in it. They are, good. I'm about to take him to the hidden door on the other side of the room when something catches my eye. Perhaps an assassin will take measures to ensure he doesn't give himself away, like a gambler concealing a tell. Maybe it's less obvious - a nervous tick, a flutter of anxiety. But here I see the opposite, an actor so consumed with his performance that the one thing that there's one characteristic he cannot accommodate; a spontaneous reaction. There's a man standing at the back of the room, he soesn't react to the fire alarm, it wasn't part of his plan, his script. He must be another assassin, one we didn't know about. Oh no. Ideally I'd contact Mycroft right now but that's out of the question, there's no time.

"Prime Minister, I'm going to need you to stand behind me for a moment, please." I order, pushing him behind me. I refrain from eye contact with the mystery man, not letting him know that I'm on to him.
"No, there's a fire, we've got to go." Mr Cameron insists.
"I'm sorry but that's not possible right now." I enforce. Muttering under his breath he tries to leave anyway. I latch onto his shirtsleeve, desperate not to let him into the corridor where I know the snipers are waiting for him. Out of the corner of my eye I see that  the mystery assassin is giving me a funny look, why would anybody try to stop the Prime Minister from leaving except one of his colleagues. I think on my feet, searching for a way to justify it. I come up quickly with an unappealing solution which does also allow me to slightly clear up Cameron's confusion. 

I kiss him full on the mouth and, as I do so, shove my MI6 card into his hand. Both him and the assassin's faces fall into a state of mild shock, as do some of the people's around us. About to say something, David lifts his hand with the ID in it, it catches his eye and he looks at it, his face softening. He nods in understanding. The man, still standing at the back of the room reaches for his pocket, suspecting what I'd shown him. To cover up I wink suggestively at Cameron and whisper in his ear, as if I am saying something naughty - I wasn't.
"Go with it." is what I really tell him. Getting into character, he smirks and nods. I lead the way out of the room, through the hidden door. 

Onec we're out of the room I break into a run, him just behind me. We dart into an office, where as planned there are a bulletproof vest and disguise for him. I lock the door and press my ear against it, listening for the sound of footsteps. I hear them come up to where the door is, where we are. They pause. This, this is bad. My thoughts of a plan of escape are broken my the Prime Minister grunting and moaning extremely sexually. It takes me a moment to catch on. Clever man, no wonder he's allowed to run the country. I join in stifling a laugh. 

A rush of white noise deafens me and then Mycroft's voice fills my ears. Finally - he's been a long time coming.
"It's working, Angel the man is leaving. Great idea to kid him into think that you're, um..."
"Fucking?" I finish. "Yeah I know. Now we best get moving." Cameron, now dress in jeans and a plain hoodie, with the vest underneath. He still looks very much like himself though. I ruffle his hair, which achieves little. Damn. What we really need is a hat...

For now we'll have to settle for a hood though. Let's hope that the lack of a hat doesn't cost us too dearly.