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Breaking Points chapter 13: Hadrian

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Lestrade woke up with his head throbbing in protest against the harsh light of the morning. He moved to sit up a little straighter, but found he couldn't move his hands. He struggled for a moment, the memories from last night flooding back, full of the hazy struggle.

Mycroft.

"Mycroft?" Lestrade asked, desperately looking around. "Mycroft!"

No one answered, and Lestrade started to panic. He was deep in the alleyway, far enough that he couldn't see the sidewalk or anyone walking by. He felt his phone move around in his pocket, but knew there was almost no way to reach it without doing serious damage to himself, in the least. How was he going to get out of this one?

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Mycroft took in a deep breath of relief as the bag was removed from his head. He was tied tightly to a chair and his feet were bound to the legs, the only light was flooding down from a dusty window way up the wall of the room, casting an eerie shadow across the ground. He glanced around, his eyes desperately trying to catch a glint of movement in the dim light.

"Mycroft Holmes. How nice of you to join me," A deep, cynical voice cooed from behind him. He tried to turn his head to see who it was, but only got a violent shock coarse through his body, forcing a bloody scream to erupt from his throat. "Now, now," Said the man in the same voice. "No need to reveal just yet."

"Who… Are you?" Mycroft gasped, his head hung from the shock.

A wicked laugh boomed behind him. "A friend, Mycroft, dearest," the man sneered into his ear. "A companion. A shadow."

"Your... Name," Mycroft growled between grinding teeth.

"You don't remember me?" The man asked, fake hurt coating his words. "Well, I remember you, now don't I, Mr. I'm-the-British-Government?"

Mycroft screamed again as another shock attacked his body. "Please..." He begged, unable to stop the plea from escaping his lips. "Please..."

"Oh, how cute, you're begging," another laugh sounded and the man paced around in front of Mycroft, giving him a clear view by the dim light when he lifted his head. "I thought you were stronger than that, Mycroft. I really did. I love how I can break you down this far."

Mycroft glared at the man in front of him, the smirk that was pasted on his face a deadly one. "Hadrian. I thought you were dead..." The man that stood in front of him only smirked wider.

"I live, Mycroft Holmes," Hadrian full out smiled now. "And I'm here to do to you what you tried to do to me. To kill you."

Mycroft's heart dropped dangerously into his stomach, his pulse picking up in pace. "You are aware I am not the one who had you hanged," Mycroft said, trying to keep his voice steady and calm, despite the fear that was bubbling in his stomach.

"You were the one who sentenced me to my death, and for that, you will pay."

The room suddenly dropped in temperature, causing Mycroft to get goose bumps going up his arms. He shivered and bit down, clenching his teeth together in an attempt to stay warm. "What are you going to do to me?" Mycroft asked through his teeth, willing the goose bumps to disappear.

"That's simple," Hadrian said, his voice dark and deep. "I'm going to leave you here to die, to suffer, and slowly starve."

Mycroft closed his eyes and sighed deeply at the words, his mind racing back to Lestrade. "And what did you do to Greg?"

"Greg? Your little friend who was with you last night? He's a little tied up in an alleyway at the moment, but not to worry, we will leave him alone." He started pacing again, his eyes trained on Mycroft as though he may try to escape. "You won't be so lucky."

Hadrian started to walk behind Mycroft, heading for the exit. "My boss will be by later to say a quick last words. Until then, Mycroft Holmes."

"Your boss? You're not working alone?"

"No." And with that, a door was slammed behind Mycroft and the room fell into silence.

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Lestrade gave up on the struggle, dropping his chin to his chest as he panted. He felt the cold wave of blood on his wrists and knew he had cut himself on the ropes. Cursing under his breath, the pain pulsed on his lower arm, himself squeezing his eyes shut to try to get it to subside.

I have to get out of here, Lestrade thought, looking up and down the alleyway, trying to think. His head pounded with a light headache from where he was hit the night before, and his mind was a haze.

"Hello?" he called out, his throat painfully dry. He ignored the discomfort and called again, "Hello? Can anyone here me? Please!"

With a shake of his head, he gave up, guessing he was too far back in the alleyway to be heard. Or no one cared.

Either way.

He felt the shifting of his phone in his pocket once again as he shifted his hips to get at least a little more comfy. He knew that was his last chance to get out of this, but who would he call?

Shifting slightly and getting his hips as close to the pole as he could, Lestrade started the painful task of getting his hands to maneuver to his pockets. He could feel the ropes cutting into his skin, himself wincing at the pain that coursed through his wrists, but he couldn't stop. He had to get out of this and save Mycroft.

Painfully, he worked a few fingers into his pocket, working his phone out slowly. He heard a small clatter as his phone dropped from his pocket onto the concrete and looked down at the device, covered in blood. He winced again and shifted so he could reach it easier. He flipped it open and dialed the first person who crossed his mind. The phone rang twice before it was answered with a tired, "Hello?"

"John?" Lestrade asked, relief flooding him.

"Greg? What are you calling me for?" John asked, obviously just waking up by the grunt and creek of a bed Lestrade heard in the background.

Lestrade turned on the speaker phone so he could talk to John easier and placed the phone on the ground next to him, letting his head fall back to the cold post on his back.

"John, I need your help. Please," he begged, hoping John could forget their past long enough to help the DI.

"Why? What's the matter?" No general concern filled his voice, just a simple question.

"I'm tied in an alleyway to a post. I can't get free and someone kidnapped Mycroft. Please, John, you have to help me," the DI said slowly, bothering his bottom lip as he waited for John to answer.

John was quiet for a long moment and Lestrade feared he had hung up before a demanding voice came through the line saying, "Tell me where you are, I'm coming."

"I'm not one-hundred percent sure," Lestrade admitted, looking around. "Somewhere just east of Mycroft's place. Please, hurry, I don't know when they'll be back, or what happened with Mycroft."

John told Mycroft to just hang on and he'd be there in a second before the line went dead. Lestrade closed his phone and dropped his head back to the post, only able to hope Mycroft was still alive. Only able to hope that he could get to him in time.
Thank you all for waiting. I promise, I"m picking this piece back up X)

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♥ Blake Moriarty

songs used for this chapter:
If you ever come back - the script
god in this moment - Gavin Mikhail
Believer - 3 doors down
Don't Don - Super Junior
Blink - Charlieissocoollike
Space Dementia - Muse
Someone Like you - Boys like Girls
Round and Round - 3 doors down
Alligator Sky - Owl City
Guts - All time low
Nirvana - Adam Lambert
Aftermath - Adam Lambert
Savin' Me - Nickleback

Special thanks to hushedjournal6 for making me want to pick this piece back up ♥
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