Ted spends the next day trying to focus on just... living a normal life. Start the road towards getting back to work, and not worry about Turner or Moriarty or any of it. He's been all the help he can be.
He goes to work - not to actually work, but to say hi to Rebecca and the team, and to watch them practice. He hasn't made her biscuits, but he promises that he will, definitely by the time he returns to work. Everyone's just a little bit weird around him, not necessarily in a bad way, but definitely weird. But also very supportive. He realizes how much he's missed them in the week he's been gone.
He doesn't see Joan's text until he gets back home later in the day. He tells her to text him if she needs anything. When she doesn't, he assumes she's busy working. So him and Beard go out to the pub. Everyone is very supportive there too. Even Baz.
It's a good day. As good as can be at least, given the circumstances. He gives Joan a goodnight text, and tries not to worry too much when he doesn't hear back. After a moderate amount of drinking at the pub, he passes out easy.
The next day he takes it a bit easier. He knows he shouldn't be running around while he's still healing. He just spends his time reading, which is an effective way of occupying his brain.
It's early afternoon on Wednesday when the doorbell rings. Ted isn't expecting anyone, and it takes him a little while to actually get to the door in his current state. No one is there when he gets there, but there is an envelope.
His first reaction to the contents is confusion. Why on earth did someone deliver him a photo of Rupert? And then he reads the note, and his heart speeds up.
He practically runs up the stairs, as much as he's capable of running. And he immediately calls Joan. Heck, if she doesn't answer on the special phone, he has every intention of calling on the regular phone, secrecy be damned. Secrecy is probably out the window now anyway.
Joan has just ended her call with Sherlock and is in the process of calling Ted on her normal phone when the burner rings. She pulls it out and answers the call.
"Ted," she says, her voice urgent. "I was just calling you."
She holds back on the details. He doesn't need to know how Turner died. She had known learning of the man's death would upset him, and she doesn't want to make it worse.
Ted is silent. Trying to process it. Once the initial shock fades a little, he's... sadder than he would've thought. Sadder than he probably should be.
"But... Who? Why?" he asks, having trouble accepting it.
"Someone acting on Moriarty's orders," she says quietly, almost numbly. "She did it to show me she wasn't the one who sent him to hurt you. And to protect you by demonstrating what will happen to anyone thinking about hurting you in the future."
It's her fault. She should never have gone to Moriarty. She should have known it would backfire.
"I contacted her," she says softly. "It's a long story, but I went to a go-between and had them give her a message that if she ever hurt you again, I would not rest until I had burned her empire to the ground."
Ted has to take a moment to wrap his mind around that too. Joan threatening to... dismantle a criminal empire? Because of him? It's all... a lot.
"But did she... explain that she did it or something? Since you're so sure why?" he asks. And also... well, she wouldn't be the only one who's been contacted.
"Someone rang my doorbell this morning and left a card. Once I read it I called Sherlock, hoping I could stop the murder. But by that point it had already happened."
Ted looks down at the photo, lost in thought for a moment. He doesn't blame her for it, obviously. Even if she triggered it, she wouldn't do that on purpose.
"So, if she didn't send him...?" he says, trailing off.
Ted drops the photo onto the table, leaning back in his chair.
"So does that mean you're coming back?" he asks, hopefully. He has some things to process, to sort out in his brain, but... he loves her. Even if this was too much for him, he wouldn't want to break it off before at least giving it a chance. Ted doesn't quit that easy.
Ted sighs with relief. "Good. I miss you," he answers. It doesn't occur to him that Joan might think he wouldn't. Especially not with how much she's missed him too. "I miss holding you," he adds, because that's one of the stronger feelings right now. He'd really like a hug, to deal with all this.
She breathes a sigh of relief as well. She wouldn't blame him if he balked, unable to deal with the violence that sometimes surrounds her and that will be hard to completely avoid. But he hasn't, at least not yet.
"I miss being held by you. I wish I was with you right now." She could really use a hug, and she'd guess he does, too. Being able to face everything while they're physically together will be really nice.
Which reminds her.
"We're going to need to shift the focus of the investigation, now that we know Moriarty had nothing to do with it."
"Yeah..." Ted answers, still thoughtful. "But what you said about Moriarty. That it was to protect me. Do you think that... I dunno, actually works? Just, you know... I need to know if I should actually be scared or not."
On the bright side, they can be together. But... it's because being apart was a safeguard that they no longer have. Ted's voice doesn't actually sound very scared, though. Concerned, definitely.
"It's not going to guarantee that no one ever messes with you," she says. "But Moriarty is a well-known name in the criminal underworld. Word gets around. Serious criminals...the sort who would command twenty five grand...will know they risk their lives if they target you. So...at least no more scared than before."
She hates that he would have to be afraid at all, but she knows Ted is a public figure with a lot of haters. Turner might have been manipulated, but that doesn't mean some crazy fan won't decide to attack him all on their own.
"Mmmm, yeah..." Ted answers. He isn't too scared of those, not really. The vast majority of folks are passionate, but they're not murderers. And probably most of them have the sense to know that killing the coach isn't actually going to help.
"Wait," he says, realizing something she said. "Twenty five grand?" He hasn't actually gotten any updates since they found Perry's full name.
"Oh...you don't know about that part." It's been a very long twenty four plus hours, and she forgot what he knows and what he doesn't.
"After we found out his name, we were able to have the hackers we use obtain his bank records. Oh, by the way, I promised them Richmond tickets. Anyway. There was a deposit of 25 grand into his account right before his encounter with Chapman."
Ted blinks at the Richmond tickets part, but he's sure he can get Rebecca to swing that.
He pauses as he considers that, then leans forward suddenly. "Is Perry okay?" he asks urgently. Cause she hasn't said anything about him, and if he was paid, and if Moriarty knows that...
"We don't know yet," Joan says quietly. "Sherlock was still looking for him when all of this went down."
She doesn't want to tell him what probably happened. She's seen enough hit jobs done to make an example to know they might never find Perkins' body, and if they do they're unlikely to find him in one piece.
"Shoot," Ted says quietly. It's not that he's necessarily too personally worried about someone who takes 25k to kidnap or murder someone. But... surely this shouldn't be the way it's done.
Ted rubs at his eyes a little bit. There's nothing he can really do about any of this. Well... Except for what's lying on the table in front of him.
"So, you haven't been able to find who gave him that money?" he asks.
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He goes to work - not to actually work, but to say hi to Rebecca and the team, and to watch them practice. He hasn't made her biscuits, but he promises that he will, definitely by the time he returns to work. Everyone's just a little bit weird around him, not necessarily in a bad way, but definitely weird. But also very supportive. He realizes how much he's missed them in the week he's been gone.
He doesn't see Joan's text until he gets back home later in the day. He tells her to text him if she needs anything. When she doesn't, he assumes she's busy working. So him and Beard go out to the pub. Everyone is very supportive there too. Even Baz.
It's a good day. As good as can be at least, given the circumstances. He gives Joan a goodnight text, and tries not to worry too much when he doesn't hear back. After a moderate amount of drinking at the pub, he passes out easy.
The next day he takes it a bit easier. He knows he shouldn't be running around while he's still healing. He just spends his time reading, which is an effective way of occupying his brain.
It's early afternoon on Wednesday when the doorbell rings. Ted isn't expecting anyone, and it takes him a little while to actually get to the door in his current state. No one is there when he gets there, but there is an envelope.
His first reaction to the contents is confusion. Why on earth did someone deliver him a photo of Rupert? And then he reads the note, and his heart speeds up.
He practically runs up the stairs, as much as he's capable of running. And he immediately calls Joan. Heck, if she doesn't answer on the special phone, he has every intention of calling on the regular phone, secrecy be damned. Secrecy is probably out the window now anyway.
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"Ted," she says, her voice urgent. "I was just calling you."
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Ted's too shocked to even fully act it. He sits down heavily, running a hand down his face.
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She holds back on the details. He doesn't need to know how Turner died. She had known learning of the man's death would upset him, and she doesn't want to make it worse.
"I'm sorry."
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"But... Who? Why?" he asks, having trouble accepting it.
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It's her fault. She should never have gone to Moriarty. She should have known it would backfire.
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"Protect me? Wh- Did she contact you?" he asks. He's having trouble... not necessarily understanding it all, but accepting it.
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"But did she... explain that she did it or something? Since you're so sure why?" he asks. And also... well, she wouldn't be the only one who's been contacted.
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Her voice is steady but very soft.
"I'm sorry," she repeats.
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"So, if she didn't send him...?" he says, trailing off.
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She could return to London, if he still wants her to after this.
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"So does that mean you're coming back?" he asks, hopefully. He has some things to process, to sort out in his brain, but... he loves her. Even if this was too much for him, he wouldn't want to break it off before at least giving it a chance. Ted doesn't quit that easy.
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"I miss being held by you. I wish I was with you right now." She could really use a hug, and she'd guess he does, too. Being able to face everything while they're physically together will be really nice.
Which reminds her.
"We're going to need to shift the focus of the investigation, now that we know Moriarty had nothing to do with it."
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On the bright side, they can be together. But... it's because being apart was a safeguard that they no longer have. Ted's voice doesn't actually sound very scared, though. Concerned, definitely.
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She hates that he would have to be afraid at all, but she knows Ted is a public figure with a lot of haters. Turner might have been manipulated, but that doesn't mean some crazy fan won't decide to attack him all on their own.
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"Wait," he says, realizing something she said. "Twenty five grand?" He hasn't actually gotten any updates since they found Perry's full name.
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"After we found out his name, we were able to have the hackers we use obtain his bank records. Oh, by the way, I promised them Richmond tickets. Anyway. There was a deposit of 25 grand into his account right before his encounter with Chapman."
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He pauses as he considers that, then leans forward suddenly. "Is Perry okay?" he asks urgently. Cause she hasn't said anything about him, and if he was paid, and if Moriarty knows that...
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She doesn't want to tell him what probably happened. She's seen enough hit jobs done to make an example to know they might never find Perkins' body, and if they do they're unlikely to find him in one piece.
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Ted rubs at his eyes a little bit. There's nothing he can really do about any of this. Well... Except for what's lying on the table in front of him.
"So, you haven't been able to find who gave him that money?" he asks.
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