THE PRISON. 11:30 AM
I sat on the uncomfortable bench as I waited for Lestrade and John to bail me out of jail. I have to admit, I never thought I'd end up behind the bars after so many years of putting others behind them.
I stared at the ground until I heard voices and footsteps coming down the hallway. The door opened and I saw Lestrade, John, and Mrs. Hudson walk into the room.
"Oh, Sherlock, what have you done this time?" Mrs. Hudson asked worriedly.
"Apparently the airport has no respect for police business." I muttered.
Lestrade rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Having a gun in your waistband isn't considered police business, Sherlock." He said.
"Then what do you call yourself, Lestrade?" I asked.
Lestrade opened his mouth as if he were about to retort but John stepped between us. "Come on, Sherlock. Let's go back to the flat. Then maybe you'll tell me the whole story."
"You paid the fee?" I asked.
"Yes." John replied.
I looked at the three of them, shocked. "Oh...thank you." I said.
They nodded and an officer came in to unlock my cage. I felt like a trapped dog in there. Hopefully I never end up in there again.
221B BAKER STREET. 12:00 PM.
I laid on the couch as usual while John made tea for the both of us. I eyed my phone, deciding whether to call or not. No, a flight from here to America would take at least seven hours and thirty minutes. That plane was headed for New York so it would take just a bit longer than that.
My phone was taunting me and the longer I looked at it, the more tempted I was to call. Who knows if she would even answer. Maybe she left because of me...
"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" John asked with a small smirk on his lips.
"No." I lied.
"Yes you are. I can see it in your face." John replied.
"Why are you staring at my face?" I asked, glancing up at him.
John paused before saying, "Well where am I suppose to look?" I raised an eyebrow at him and he just shook his head and stopped talking to take a sip of his tea.
My phone rang and I flipped off the couch as I tried to reach for it. I landed on the floor on my stomach. I grabbed the phone while John watched me with a flustered expression on his face. "Hello?" I answered.
"Sherlock? What happened earlier? I heard you were arrested." Mycroft's voice was the last thing I was hoping to hear.
"Getting behind on the news, Myrcoft? You're getting lazy." I commented.
"I know about Maggie. No need to get your trousers in a twist over it." Mycroft mocked.
I glared at the wall even though I knew he couldn't see me. "Do you know why?" I asked reluctantly.
"No. I haven't been informed of anything. I hear you made quite a scene trying to get to her though." Mycroft laughed shortly.
"What's your point, Mycroft? Why are you calling me when you are so busy?" I asked sarcastically.
"I called to let you know that I need the evidence for the hearse case. I believe you had a camera film the confession?" Mycroft assumed.
"Fine. I'll go get it." I hung up on him and looked for the camera.
My eyes landed on the coat draping over the side of the couch. Maggie had forgotten her coat when she left in a rush before...leaving.
I reached into her pocket and found the camera. I found the video and clicked play.
John joined me as we watched Maggie uncover the coffin's hiding place.
The visitor, Charles, was testing her. Testing her knowledge and threatening her with some deal they had made.
"That you were the perfect weapon to destroy him. Use his emotions against him." Charles said. "Take anything that he loves and destroy it."
He bent down so he was even closer to Maggie's face. I felt myself tense as he did so. "Now, here's what you must do or else Sherlock and John die."
Maggie was completely still as she tried to hide her emotions. The camera was tilted up so we could see Charles's face.
"Leave London. Go to America and don't tell Sherlock or John. If you tell them or hint them to it, I will kill them and then I will have you live with the guilt as I kill every one of your friends as you watch." Charles threatened.
Maggie avoided eye contact and I could see how broken she was. How scared she was of this man. This sadistic man who threatened everything she loved, just to destroy me. He won. Maggie left. She's gone and I may never see her again.
I stood up swiftly and turned off the video. It paused on Maggie's face. The face I had grown to care for over the years. The face that has saved me countless times ever since we met. Ever since that day in the eighth grade.
My best friend.
"I need to get this to Mycroft." I muttered, reaching for my coat and scarf.
"Then what, Sherlock? We can't go find Maggie. That Charles man will figure it out." John said sternly.
"Not if I find him and kill him first. Nobody hurts Maggie without facing consequences." I said with anger boiling just beneath my surface.
John simply nodded, anger clear in his own body language and expression.
MYCROFT'S OFFICE. 1:36 PM.
I walked into my older brother's office with the camera gripped tightly in my right hand. John looked worried as if he thought my grip would break the evidence.
I pushed the door open without knocking and approached Mycroft's desk. He was leaning back in his chair with a folder clasped in his hands.
"That's the evidence." Mycroft stated instead of making it sound like a question.
"What else would it be?" I sat down in one of the chairs facing Mycroft's desk. John followed my lead and sat in the chair beside me.
Mycroft just nodded and picked up the camera. He looked back at us and said, "Is there something else I can do for you?" He was trying to get rid of us as fast as possible. Expecting someone? Or just annoyed by our very presence.
"I need to know where to find the man on the tape. Charles Magnussen." I said.
Mycroft looked back at the video and hid play. Maggie's voice filled the room and I closed my eyes, pretending she was really here. Then Charles's voice came in and Mycroft squinted at the camera.
"What is it?" I asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, just...I've never seen him before. Not on any of my cameras or...anywhere." Mycroft said, shaking his head. "How did you come across this guy?"
"I've never met him, but Maggie has. He threatened her to leave London. That's why I was at the airport. She's in America." I muttered, keeping my face straight and not showing any obvious emotion.
Mycroft slowly lowered the camera holding the video evidence. "Maggie left?" He asked with eyes wide. This is the first time I've seen Mycroft surprised in a very long time. I would've felt refreshed knowing something Mycroft didn't, if it wasn't on the topic of Maggie leaving.
"Why else would I be running through an airport screaming bloody murder?" I asked rhetorically.
Mycroft glanced back down at the video for a while before he lifted his head to meet my gaze.
"What do you need me to do?" He asked with a look of determination on his face.
(A/N) Well now Charles has the whole of the British Government coming after him. That's honestly not a good thing. If I know anything about Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes, it's that they are very good at finding people. So, Mycroft and Sherlock and John all teaming up to find Maggie and Charles. RESCUE MISSION!!!!!!