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The Great Adler ((Please Read Guys :D))
((So, in celebration of one of my favourite books and the new film which I am DYING to see, I need to settle my 'Great Gatsby' cravings. If you would be so kind, put aside whatever you're doing and come and have a party with Irene! I am inviting EVERYONE!! Think of this as an AU. Come and unwind and have a good time ;)))
Irene had only sent out a few invites. But it was always the same. Soon the whole neighbourhood would know and soon her house would be heaving with people. She was prepared, of course.
With glass if champagne in hand, Irene waited patiently for that first crunching of gravel, the first knock on the door and the first group of guests to pour into her abode.
((GO FOR IT!!))
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Bringing her Home
She was wheelchair bound.
Wrapped up in bandages and plasters with some bad-ass pain-killers and he was asking her if she was okay every ten minutes, constantly being completely careful, making sure to try to not even judder her too much in the chair, wrapping her in cotton wool and he would literally if he thought it would help.
He sent a mass text.
Ashton is finally home.
This Saturday you may all visit. She may need naps and stuff if she gets tired, so just speak softly and don't mention what happened.
Thank you all for the support and help.

He gave her warm tea she could drink from a straw, and carried her from her chair.
He washed her and bathed her and clothed her and anything she would let him do or help with.
He was there every second, at her side constantly, wanting on her hand and foot.
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Damage: dislocated shoulder (right), fingernails and toenails missing (all digits), three toes cut off (two smallest on the left, the smallest on the right), fractured fingers/hands, extensive lacerations, extensive bruising, fractured ribs (6), cracked ribs (3), cigarette burns (stomach [11], back [19], neck [14], bottom lip [1], undersides of arms [5 on right, 6 on left], inside of thighs [8 on right, 7 on left]), 6 missing teeth (upper left central, lower right lateral, lower left incisor, upper left lateral, upper right 2nd bicuspid, lower left first molar), broken nose, minimal internal damage
The medical report was much more extensive- this was simply the list of physical injuries as a whole. Seeing as Ash had been unconscious for some time now, they had no idea what her psychological state would be like. They had seen to most of her injuries, but her hands were worrying- they had utterly destroyed the bones and muscles and ligaments in both of them, rendering them useless
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Smelling Blood....
Torture can, for those hanging onto any moral compass or good conscious, be torture for the antagonist also.
Jeremy had not tortured any-one in a long time.
He had not gone that far even in his time.....most gave in after seven broken bones.
But he knew what to do....knew where to cut for maximum pain, minimum blood loss.
He had winced when he watched others do he did not have that luxary.
He had to be utterly cold, have a hateful presence, be terrifying, ruthless.......evil.
Willing to do what needed to be hesitation; no regret; no mercy.
Blood was flowing into the drain.
The man had stopped screaming and was now only groaning quietly to himself, slowly dying.....well, we all are, day by day.
"......I'll ask you one last time before you start losing body parts-" A whimper and perhaps sobbed 'oh God' as if he couldn't believe this was happening to him. "-where did they take the girl?"
Jeremy picked up bolt cutters and raised his bruised, swollen, bleeding head
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Saving the Broken Angel :iconjeremy-fairfield-rp:Jeremy-Fairfield-RP 3 2
The Hunt Begins
As soon as Jeremy saw the video he reacted.
He threw the laptop across the room as tears streamed down his face.
Who would do this to her?! One of his old employers?! Whoever they were, they were going to pay.
He spent the night crying, putting together a kit for a long-term hunt, and crawling back to the cracked screen of the computer to watch a little more of the video. He couldn't stand to watch more than ten seconds at once.
By morning, he had showered, changed, slept, eaten, and had two bags packed. He payed the neighbor to watch the house and left before the police had a chance to put protection on him.
Usually when finding some-one it was just a job, and called it so.
But occasionally, when it became personal, when the person was particularly wrong, he called it what it was: a hunt.
This was going to be a long one, but it had to be done.
He knew Mycroft and the others would react.
He decided John was practical, and an ally. The Agents too.
He destroyed his phone and got a
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Response Meeting
(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
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Video One :iconashton-hadley-rp:Ashton-Hadley-RP 4 47
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Memorial Service
The casket had already been shipped to be buried in Scottish cemetery where his father's family lay. His mother's remains had been shipped there as well. Ash hadn't had the heart to follow them there, though, so with Irene's help she arranged a memorial service to honour Tristan's memory.
The attendance list was short-
*Eoin, his father
*Gen and Benvolio
But these, for the most part, where those who loved him most. A few of course didn't know him well but went in support of Ashton.
Thoughinstead of a service, it was rather an open house at Ashton and Jeremy's where people could mill around and eat and come and go as they pleased. Ash was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, trying her best to smile away the pain she was feeling. She took a sip of wine as someone approached her to speak.
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Interrogation and Such
Koren's heels clicked down the pristine, hospital hallway, dressed in her usual suit, but with a doctor's coat over it, looking like she belonged, though her shoes were distinctly out of place...
However, she was not a doctor, and so didn't care, and instead opened an 'abandoned,' illegally soundproofed room to see a certain Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade. He was restrained at the wrists and ankles and a rope went around the width of his torso, tying him firmly to the chair. Now all she had to do was wait. For him to wake up, for the true purpose of all this to begin. It was an interrogation, because he had to prove himself worthy if she'd just let him keep Mycroft as such.
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God Said No
Ash jolted awake, her heart racing. Something was very, very wrong. She could sense it. She slipped out of bed, murmuring "I'm checking on Tris" as she left the room. She had no clue if she'd woken Jeremy or not, but she didn't bother to check. Tristan had had a pretty bad cough the day before, and she hoped it hadn't worsened during the night.
The blonde walked into his room and went over to the side of the bed. His breathing was shallow and rapid. His entire body trembled, and whens she put her  his skin was frighteningly hot and clammy.
"Tristan!" Ash cried, gathering him into her arms. "Tristan, what's wrong, Honey?"
He moaned in pain but said nothing. He needed to go to the A&E. Now.
"Sweetie, answer me. Please…"
Still no response. He was clearly in too much agony to give one. She stood up went to leave. The young woman was halfway out the door when he finally mumbled something. However, it was an incoherent string of syllables- she wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't j
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Dinner, Dancing, and Drugged
Mycroft groggily woke by bobbing his head up, blinking rapidly.
His vision was blurry, head throbbed.
Sense of balance was thrown to Hell and he had a terrible time remembering what the Hell had happened....
He had taken Koren out to dance and dine at a 5-star hotel....showing off a little.
Then the food....doped.
He had been drugged.
The thought icily hit him like a truck and his eyes sprung open and his body arched.
If he had been in bed he would have sat bolt right up but he was not.
In fact, he found himself tied down to a chair.
Room was a cement cell......he was alone.
He closed his eyes, calming himself, blood thrumming through him and he took three calming breaths.
Okay Mycroft, let's take this one step at a time.
Room was musty, hadn't been used in a while.
Dust on the floor. Large footprints, all boots, all men...well-built except two who were leaner, one rather old from his gait and one was being bothered by an old injury on his right leg.
Red dust?
Abandoned b
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Sister, Sister
The booth was in the back, shielded from prying eyes and ears. Anthea got there first, she always did prefer to be early, and she took the seat facing the door and told the waiter she'd be waiting for the second member of her party to order.
She was, admittedly, nervous but she was also not allowing herself to hope for it to go well. Despite the "emotional text" Mycroft claimed to have gotten from The Woman, Anthea had no real way of knowing what had convinced her to come.
An hour, she had.
She wasn't entirely convinced they'd make it 15 minutes.
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"Phone her."

"I am not botherin' her!!! I still don't see why you can't come!"

"I told you, I am going to a piano recital with the wife.....I need this Kev." He became solemn and Kev backed off. "Stop being so whingy. You know you enjoy her company, I don't see what the problem is!!!"

"I don't want 'er gettin' the wrong idea, that'sall." Kev huffed and shrugged his shoulder.

"So you want to take Gen to a Dominatrix's party as a friend then?"


"Sweet Jesus you are stupid sometimes Kev."

"Wot?!" Ben could here him fuming over the name calling over the phone.

"How old are you again? You've been like five year olds pulling each others hair in the playground...."

"S'not like that Ben! Don't suggest shit like that about her!!!"

"Okay! Okay! Just call her alright? You need to get out and maybe she could meet some knew friends...."

"At the dominitrix's party."



"Shut up. Just do it Kev, stop being an arse and get over yourself;...... I gotta go okay?"

"...................alright mate. Hope the piano thing is good, yeah?"

"Yeah, hope the party is good too."

Kevin put the phone down and had three cans of beer before he picked up the phone again.

Deep breaths, stay calm.....s'just a party.

  • Drinking: liquid courage


Agent Carlson and Goodall
United Kingdom
Agent Carlson:
Height: 6"2
Age: 45
Appearance: Muscular as hell, short ebony hair, and kind brown eyes. Half-black, a few wrinkles (only smile lines and crows feet) and has that "world-weary-and-wise" vibe to him, but one look at his face will have you trusting and liking him.

The kinder of the two, Benjamin Carlson has always worked in law enforcement since he dropped out of school due to not having enough help with dyslexia. He worked hard and is a respected and loved man wherever he goes due to his generous nature.
He has a wife, Alexia, and three children, twelve year old Olivia, and the twins, Jonathon and Micheal, age nine; though he keeps them entirely seperate from his work to keep them safe, and is proud to earn enough to make sure Alexia can be a housewife and spend enough time with the kids they love so much.

Agent Kevin Goodall:
Height: 5"9 and half an inch (infuriatingly close to 6 foot but just not quite)
Age: 42 (but looks and seems older)
Appearance: Bald, broad, pale, squat and scowling, with dark blue eyes, he is possibly more intimidating than Carlson. He has that "eff-off-and-die-in-a-hole" vibe to him.

Goodall had a normal upbringing as an only child, so who knows what happened to him. A paradoxical man, nothing is ever simple with him, and trying to learn more about him is like drawing hen's teeth whilst it's trying to bite you.
He was in the army and promoted to Colonel, but he doesn't mention it as he was dismissed due to "political b******t after a f**k up in Basra." as he puts it, though Mister Holmes contacted him shortly after that.
He lives alone, and has about three men he could consider friends, and then Carlson, the only man he would ever truly trust besides from his squad whom he misses. He still hasn't adjusted to civilian life really.

In public:
Yes they are partners, but are NOT a couple goddamn it!!!
Agent Carlson and Goodall, working in MI6.
Here to protect/arrest/kill/do whatever Mister Holmes says needs done;
often with a smile and a snarky comment. :D


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Mycroft-Holmes-RP Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2013
Ashton's been kidnapped. Meeting at headquarters, only you two. You can debrief rest of my squad afterwards. You two will be in contact with me directly.
Agents-C-and-G-RP Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2013
Yessir. Will be at the labs to see video. It was removed before we could see it.
Ashton-Hadley-RP Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2013  Professional Traditional Artist
New text (to Gen, Kev, and Ben)
Hello everyone. I wanted to give you a heads up before your invitation came in the mail. Tristan passed away at the hospital a few days ago. No foul play- complications from pneumonia. Very sudden. Couldn't have been anticipated. It's been really rough for me and Jeremy. Getting out the news has been really slow. I'm sorry it took so long. Anyway, Mr Holmes has given the okay for you three to be off the day of the funeral. You should receive them all tomorrow. Thank you for your support in this hard time.
Agents-C-and-G-RP Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2013
We are both terribly sorry to hear that Ash. If there's anything we can do we are right here. Tristan was a great boy, it's always the good ones that are taken too soon. - Kevin and Ben
Ashton-Hadley-RP Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2013  Professional Traditional Artist
Ash sniffed and nodded to herself even though they weren't present.

Thank you for your support. I appreciate it so much. If you have any contact with Eoin, can you please tell him what's going on? If you think that you should. I don't know if that'd be worse for him out in the field. I'll leave it up to your discretion.
Agents-C-and-G-RP Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2013
We'll see what information we can get on what he is doing and update you. Anytime, trouble. You keep your head up, you hear? - Ben and Kevin

After a lot of digging around and discussion, they did not send a message to Eoin, and told Ashton so.
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Anthea-RP Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2012
New Text Message (Ben):
There is a Christmas dinner at my house on the 21st. 7pm. Your wife is invited as well should you wish to bring her.

New Text Message (Kev):
There is a Christmas dinner at my house on the 21st. 7pm. You are invited.
Agents-C-and-G-RP Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2012
Myself and my wife would love to attend, thank you, but we are going to my wife's family's party that day sadly. I will get Kevin to attend for the sake of getting him out of his house. Sit him in a corner and he'll be fine. -BC

I would like that, thanks. -KG

(Dammit Kev. :lmao: )
Anthea-RP Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2012
Much appreciated, Carlson. Enjoy your Christmas.

I will see you then.
Agents-C-and-G-RP Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2012
You too Ms. Anthea, and a happy new year if circumstances keep us apart. My wife sends her well-wishes also. -BC

Kev sat for about an hour deciding what would be a suitable response to this. He ended up phoning Ben for advice....he was not pleased at the sound of laughter coming from his telephone and swore at him for three minutes straight before Ben could calm him. After a brief chat Kevin put the phone down and texted back a huge lie which Ben had told him was an adequate response.

Looking forward to it. -KG
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