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(Those present: Sherlock, John, Anthea, Agents Carlson & Goodall, Lestrade & of course, Mycroft himself)
Mycroft had texted every-one he trusted for this and held a private summit at MI6.
"The video is being analysed but so far they know it is real..." Mycroft strode about restlessly, hands clasped behind his back. Also, he seemed to have taken up carrying his gun again. But then, looking round the room, every single one of the people in it had a weapon on them, probably picked up straight after they saw the video. "Ashton was taken probably due to her links with us, but the other likelihoods is Eoin's last mission with the mafia. I am currently working my way through two embassies and the White House to try and go back over the mission but it was considered a black op to be done without the American's knowing so, as you can imagine, they aren't too pleased." His voice was tight and angry.
"From what Jeremy had said, she merely went out to go to the shops whilst he stayed to cook. They have rarely left the house and he thinks they may have been being followed but again, they have not been out of their home enough to establish that. I am having CCTV pulled to verify. Brother, I hope you could pull strings on your Homeless Network to see what you can find, I have Agents patrolling and Lestrade and others at the Yard have been notified to be on the look out for anything suspicious. I know that is annoyingly vague but we cannot let this get into the media. That is why we do not mention this outside of this room. We are all going to work round the clock until Ashton is found, understand?"
Mycroft had texted every-one he trusted for this and held a private summit at MI6.
"The video is being analysed but so far they know it is real..." Mycroft strode about restlessly, hands clasped behind his back. Also, he seemed to have taken up carrying his gun again. But then, looking round the room, every single one of the people in it had a weapon on them, probably picked up straight after they saw the video. "Ashton was taken probably due to her links with us, but the other likelihoods is Eoin's last mission with the mafia. I am currently working my way through two embassies and the White House to try and go back over the mission but it was considered a black op to be done without the American's knowing so, as you can imagine, they aren't too pleased." His voice was tight and angry.
"From what Jeremy had said, she merely went out to go to the shops whilst he stayed to cook. They have rarely left the house and he thinks they may have been being followed but again, they have not been out of their home enough to establish that. I am having CCTV pulled to verify. Brother, I hope you could pull strings on your Homeless Network to see what you can find, I have Agents patrolling and Lestrade and others at the Yard have been notified to be on the look out for anything suspicious. I know that is annoyingly vague but we cannot let this get into the media. That is why we do not mention this outside of this room. We are all going to work round the clock until Ashton is found, understand?"
(OOC: Please Help My Sister)
( http://wildredrose14.tumblr.com/post/73092400426/please-help-my-sister )
When in doubt....drink.
Okay so he hadn't meant to start one of his binges this time which was, indeed, the difference.
But when he knocked on Koren's door, and he saw her face again and just stared at her, allowing her to see that he was still hurting inside for her, he wished he was a lot more drunk than he actually was.
He wished he could blame the alcohol.
But he was tipsy only.
Greg would be wondering where he was.
Read texts sat in Mycroft's phone but he had not replied.
Could not bring himself to lie to Gregory.
His Greg.
That this woman could still enchant him with such ease, even when she did not mean to.
A Very Moriarty Birthday
Mycroft looked at the calender on his phone a few days before hand and noticed, with an uncomfortable squirm of emotion, that it was soon to be Koren's birthday.
By default this meant it was her brother's too and he made a mental note to attempt to ruin it for him but spent the next few days deciding quite what was to be done. Koren was still a friend to him now...no?
Despite the fact the only thing keeping him from throwing her in jail was the....nature, of their relationship.
He did not quite feel like meeting her for many reasons and so decided upon a bag of coffee and another bag of hot chocolate bought from the Gilded Lily where they
An Apology is sometimes Worse than a Grudge
Mycroft loved Lestrade.
He did and he had said he did.
He meant it.
He would not have been through all that denial and hesitance otherwise.
Mycroft loved him and cared for him and owed so much to him and no other could do what Greg did but.....something squirmed in him; burned in him.
That little ember that had stayed from a long and fiery relationship.
Koren Moriarty.
A powerful woman; a woman to replace all women and she had apologised to him.
It....it shook the power balance that once was.
Their relationship had started in a struggle to assert dominance and always had and she had crushed him and walked away.
He could have perhap
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"I have a few contact I can put out feelers with," Anthea offered. "They may have heard something they might have heard something that wouldn't make it back to our other contacts."
She pulled out her phone and began typing out a message to Kerowyn, who acted as her go-between for some of her less than savory contacts left over from her more Wild Years in her youth.
She pulled out her phone and began typing out a message to Kerowyn, who acted as her go-between for some of her less than savory contacts left over from her more Wild Years in her youth.