Fandom: Cabin Pressure, Sherlock
Gene: Crossover, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mystery, Fluff
Character/s: Sherlock, Martin, Mycroft, John, Douglas, Carolyn, Arthur, Lestrade, Moriarty, OCs and other minor Sherlock characters
Summary: Round Two. Only this time, the stakes have changed... and so have the players.
Warnings: Violence. Bit of foul language. Spoiler for The Great Game.
Notes: Sequel to Thicker than Water. Reading that first will help understanding this fic.
Ah Uni. I love you but you take so much time... Sorry for the delay.
Thanks to Elvendork for her betaing.
Carolyn wasn’t sure what she expected of Sherlock Holmes, but it wasn’t for him to duck under the crime scene tape and rush off while completely ignoring her and her crew. His companion gave them a slight shrug before following his…flatmate? It was months since Martin had introduced them, and really she couldn’t be expected to remember everything about a man she had only met once. But it wouldn’t have taken him a second to fill her in on what was going on wou-
“May I suggest, Detective, that my co-workers and I return to MJN’s office to wait?” Douglas’ smooth voice cut through her thoughts. “We’ll take Arthur with us and get out of the way.” He added over the top of the Detective’s objections.
The man began to nod empathically as he waved at them to go. “Take him away!”
With a smirk Douglas turned and began to lead the way to MJN’s office, the sound of Carolyn pulling Arthur along following him. Once there he hesitated a moment before sitting in his usual spot in Martin’s favourite chair.
“Well Douglas. I assume you have a reason for us coming here.” Carolyn snapped, pushing Arthur down into a chair while remaining standing herself.
“I do. It is quite obvious to me that there are a lot of things going on that we don’t know anything about. Perhaps if we organise our thoughts and what we know, we can figure out what is happening. And at the very least, now we are vaguely out of the elements.”
It wasn’t more than ten minutes later that the door to the office flew open as Sherlock stormed in. He was grimacing as he rubbed at his jaw, and his companion was flexing his left hand while trying to get Sherlock to slow down.
“Sherlock, stop. Sherlock, come on.” He looked up and met Carolyn’s eyes. “Do you have ice in here? Sherlock took a punch to the jaw-“
“How on Earth did you manage that here?” Carolyn asked Sherlock, ignoring John’s request. “Everyone around here has been insulted accidently by Martin in some way and he’s never been punched for it!”
“Yes, well, I doubt Martin has accused anyone here of being a murderer.” John snapped. “Let alone a security guard with a nasty right hook!”
“I did not accuse. I stated facts.”
“Wait,” Arthur said, looking from John to Sherlock, “one of our security guards is a murderer? You mean Tommy has killed someone?”
“Harry I believe his name was.” Ignoring Arthur’s “Not Harry!” Sherlock continued, “And not directly. Harry merely took a bribe to allow a few men to “view the planes” today. Considering Gerti is the only aeroplane permanently at this airport, that was a very poor excuse but then Harry is a complete idiot.”
“So that’s how they got Martin? Harry was bribed and then they just…drove off with him?”
Sherlock grimaced as he sat behind Douglas’ desk. “Yes.” He closed his eyes and leaned back.
“What about the dead man? Who was he?” Douglas asked.
“Dead man?!” Arthur exclaimed. Carolyn turned to explain it gently to him but to her surprise John was there.
“Arthur is it? Could you go get me some ice? My hand is killing me.” Arthur nodded and wondered off.
“He’s irrelevant. Probably one of the kidnappers; most likely the one that bled all over Gerti’s hanger.”
“And the woman? Was she a kidnapper too?” To Carolyn’s surprise, Sherlock’s eyes flew open at this and he gave her his full attention.
“The one who I found sitting on the floor of the hanger where that man was. She was alive… they took her away in an ambulance hours ago. Aren’t you supposed to be a great detective? Shouldn’t you have known that?” Carolyn muttered.
“I need all the facts. No one mentioned a woman.”
“You didn’t give anyone the chance!” Carolyn rebutted moving to stand before him.
Sherlock stood, using his height to tower over her. “I am giving you the chance now. Describe her.”
Carolyn didn’t give an inch, staring straight into the detective’s eyes. “Dark hair, dark complexion. Some young wealthy thing, judging by her clothes and she had a smashed Blackberry by her.”
“A Blackberry?” John asked, distracting both Sherlock and Carolyn from their stare down. “Did she happen to look like this?” He pulled out his phone and after a moment showed Carolyn a photo of the woman.
“Yes. Why do you have her photo on your phone?”
“Good question.” Sherlock snapped. “That’s Mycroft’s assistant.”
“I was trying to figure out my phone after you destroyed it that last time. Mycroft helped and he snapped that photo to test it. I couldn’t remember how to delete it.” Sherlock made a face at the mention of his brother.
“Who is this Mycroft you keep mentioning? I’m guessing he had something to do with Martin’s disappearing act.” Douglas drawled.
“A logical conclusion.” Sherlock said with a tone of surprise. “But wrong. Mycroft has no reason to come here, but then why was his little pocket pet here?” Sherlock began to pace, nearly running into Arthur as he returned with ice.
“Hi chaps! I found the ice. Who are we talking about?”
“Right. Ah..who’s that?” Arthur said as John took the ice off him. John opened his mouth to speak but Douglas was faster.
“No idea. Someone Martin knows.”
“Oh! Is he the chap with the umbrella then?”
Everyone froze; the MJN crew in confusion, Sherlock and John in shock. Carolyn recovered quickest, used to her son’s random and odd insights.
“Arthur, what “chap with an umbrella” do you mean?”
“The one I told you about. Martin was following him into Gerti’s hanger this morning. Weren’t you listening?”
“Mycroft.” Sherlock breathed.
“What was your brother doing here?” John asked the air in confusion.
“I believe he was here to fly a plane.” Douglas answered. “Though that could be debated.”
Sherlock gave Douglas a look that clearly wondered how anyone could be as stupid as he was. “Not Martin, Mycroft. That fat lump never goes anywhere or does anything that could be considered legwork without the greatest of reasons. And he does not like Martin. There is no reason for him to be here.”
“He doesn’t like Martin? He must not be very brilliant then…” Arthur said. “Is that why Skipper looked so unhappy?”
To everyone’s surprise, Sherlock crossed the room to stand in front of Arthur. He placed his hands on Arthur’s shoulders and stood in such a way that the rest of the room was blocked out.
“Look at me Arthur. I need you to tell me everything you know about this morning. Only this morning.”
Arthur’s face gained a look of intense concentration and he attempted to bring his fingers into his view to use them as a guide. “Well, I woke up this morning when the aeroplane-“
“No, everything from after you arrived here. Nothing before then matters.”
“Not even Snoopadoop’s escape attempts?” Arthur cried.
“Not when it comes to finding Martin. Now, did anything happen that does not happen on a normal day at this airport?”
“Umm…well Terry on the fire crew made me a cup of coffee. He doesn’t do that… And Carl didn’t call me stupid, he had a better name for me-“
Sherlock sighed and released Arthur, who continued to list things that happened that day. “Oh and there was a racing van, which was very loud. Oh and then there was the red cordial-“
“Van? What van?” Sherlock’s attention was back on Arthur.
“A van pulled out of the carpark very quickly this morning.” Carolyn added over her son. “Unusual, as Martin’s van is the only one around here but I don’t think it-“
“That’s the problem, you don’t think.” Ignoring John’s cry of “Sherlock!”, the detective moved to the only window. “This is bigger than I thought. We need to get to London.”
“London?” John asked. “You think they’ve taken him there?”
“I know they have.”
“Well then.” Carolyn said, “We’ll leave in an hour.”