"I have associates embedded in the criminal underworld of London," Sherlock answers. "And Everyone is monitoring the deep web for any mention of a hit on your life. When Rupert tries again to have you murdered, we will have the evidence necessary to ensure he goes to jail for the rest of his life."
"Alright, well... I think that's the first time I've hoped for someone to try to assassinate me," he says. He needs to inject at least a tiny bit of levity into this conversation, otherwise it gets entirely overwhelming.
Joan squeezes his hand, giving him a small smile, trying to be comforting but also unable to keep her own worry out of her expression. They're essentially using Ted as bait, and she doesn't like it, but she knows it has to be done.
Ted sees that worry, and he smiles back reassuringly. He's worried too, but he's got faith in the two of them, and he knows to be careful.
"But hey. He don't know that we know, right?" Ted points out. "Which means he's not going to be stupid about it, so as long as we're careful, I should be fine."
"Absolutely," Sherlock says. "To that end, I would like to offer you one of my safehouses. You can stay there as this plays out. Watson too, if you like."
"Do you think his apartment isn't safe enough?" Joan asks with a faint frown.
"This is a man who successfully brought down an airplane," Sherlock points out.
"Uh... I mean sure, if you think I should," Ted agrees. He definitely feels weird about it, but as long as he can stay with Joan, he'll put up with it for now. "What about the gala, though?"
Joan is definitely not leaving Ted's side in all of this, and she knows Sherlock wouldn't expect her to. She's grateful for that.
"I believe you should attend the gala as expected," Sherlock says. "Lest we tip our hand. Hopefully by tomorrow evening we will have the information we need to have Mannion taken into custody."
"Alright, so... What do I do, I mean. Do I not accept drinks from strangers, not go to the bathroom by myself, like. What level of paranoia should I be working with here?" he asks. The first part specifically because he knows that's what happened to Andrew.
Her hand tightens in his at the mention of the drink, and she looks at the floor, trying and failing to not picture herself performing endless and useless CPR on Ted.
"I have arranged for there to be plainclothes officers in attendance," Sherlock assures him. "As long as you are reasonably cautious, you should be fine."
Ted strokes her hand reassuringly with his thumb when her hand tightens. Honestly, he doubts Rupert would time something like this right before the gala. Maybe at the gala, if he wants to be dramatic. (Ted can't believe he's actually thinking like this.) But he's going to be cautious, and go to the safe house, and do everything they ask of him, not just for his own safety, but to make Joan feel safe. This is already hard enough on her.
"Alright, that's good," he answers, nodding. He gently pulls his hand from Joan's, but just so he can put his arm around her instead, holding her close and giving her a slight reassuring squeeze.
"So... I assume we're keeping all this very much at the down-low, right?" he asks. "Does Rebecca know any of this?" Cause while he knows it's important, he feels bad keeping her out of the loop. It's her gala, and her ex-husband.
Joan leans into the embrace, resting her head on Ted's shoulder. They're going to be okay, she tells herself. They'll be careful. And they'll be together.
"Miss Welton is not aware, no," Sherlock answers. "I'm afraid that, for her safety, it shall have to remain that way."
"Okay..." Ted answers with a nod, though it's obvious he doesn't think it's actually okay. He just understands that it's necessary and for the best.
"Um... Did Marion have any family who's still alive?" he asks. Sherlock made it sound like her parents had passed away, but in case there's a sibling or a close aunt or something like that, he wants to know.
Joan knows Ted doesn't like keeping important things from Rebecca. "The minute it's safe to do so, we'll sit down with her and tell her everything," she promises.
"Marion had a younger brother," Sherlock answers. "He was ten years old at the time."
Ted's heart aches at that. The poor guy... He doesn't say it now, just nods, but he makes a mental note to contact him when they've got Rupert. Even if they can't prove he did it, maybe it will help to just have someone believe them. Though of course, if he was just ten, Ted doesn't really know how he feels about all of that now.
"Alright, so... Anything else we need to know?" he asks. He's starting to be pretty done with this conversation. To say it's emotionally difficult would be an understatement.
"Only a reminder that you must be cautious about ensuring no one knows your location at the safehouse. I recommend you notify one person you trust that you will be out of touch until the gala."
Ted nods in agreement at that. Beard has been a confidant and a pillar of support throughout this entire thing.
He looks at the time, and figures he might as well do that right now. He doesn't want to text though. If someone kidnapped him, they could easily take his phone and text people not to worry. (He really hates that he thinks like that now.)
So Ted calls Beard, who picks up right away, and yeah, he already sounds worried. Ted does his best to sound reassuring.
"Hey Coach, how's practice?" he asks, nodding a bit. "Uh-huh. Alright, that's good... Listen, I just wanted to let you know that Joan and I are going to take some time to ourselves until the gala, so I'm not gonna check my phone. ... No yeah, it's all good. We'll see you tomorrow, yeah? ... Alright, take care."
Ted hangs up with Beard, catching the end of Joan and Sherlock's conversation. He texts Shaun as well, letting him know not to come by today, as he's not going to be home. After that, he puts his phone on the table as well.
"So, how are we going to do the gala thing?" he asks curiously. "I mean, I should probably wear a suit, and not.." he continues, gesturing to his rather more relaxed outfit.
"Either I can have someone go to your flat, or you can tell me your measurements and I can purchase one and have it delivered." He looks to Joan. "Will the grey silk ballgown suffice?"
"It'll do." Joan turns to Ted. "Do you want to text Henry so he knows you won't be calling him tonight?"
"Oh, no need to buy one," Ted answers immediately. He's assuming the danger is in him going home, because he'll be easy to trace, and not because there might be a bomb planted there or something like that, so someone else should be safe.
At the reminder of Henry though, Ted looks disappointed. Talking to him is such a matter of fact, it didn't even occur to him that he can't. "Oh... Yeah.."
He picks up the phone and texts Henry, letting him know that he can't talk tonight, but that he loves him very much and they'll talk soon. He definitely looks sad when he puts the phone down again.
Ted nods a little, leaning against her. He knows that. Nothing's really changed, but it's just one of those ways of making it all feel a more real, and by extension, scarier and more upsetting.
"Yeah," Ted agrees reluctantly. He doesn't really want to do this, for the same reason he didn't want Joan to leave. They don't know how long it will be. Hopefully it won't be long, but... "Yeah, I'm ready."
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"So... basically if he does try again, you'll catch him?" Ted clarifies.
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"But hey. He don't know that we know, right?" Ted points out. "Which means he's not going to be stupid about it, so as long as we're careful, I should be fine."
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"Do you think his apartment isn't safe enough?" Joan asks with a faint frown.
"This is a man who successfully brought down an airplane," Sherlock points out.
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"I believe you should attend the gala as expected," Sherlock says. "Lest we tip our hand. Hopefully by tomorrow evening we will have the information we need to have Mannion taken into custody."
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"I have arranged for there to be plainclothes officers in attendance," Sherlock assures him. "As long as you are reasonably cautious, you should be fine."
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"Alright, that's good," he answers, nodding. He gently pulls his hand from Joan's, but just so he can put his arm around her instead, holding her close and giving her a slight reassuring squeeze.
"So... I assume we're keeping all this very much at the down-low, right?" he asks. "Does Rebecca know any of this?" Cause while he knows it's important, he feels bad keeping her out of the loop. It's her gala, and her ex-husband.
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"Miss Welton is not aware, no," Sherlock answers. "I'm afraid that, for her safety, it shall have to remain that way."
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"Um... Did Marion have any family who's still alive?" he asks. Sherlock made it sound like her parents had passed away, but in case there's a sibling or a close aunt or something like that, he wants to know.
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"Marion had a younger brother," Sherlock answers. "He was ten years old at the time."
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"Alright, so... Anything else we need to know?" he asks. He's starting to be pretty done with this conversation. To say it's emotionally difficult would be an understatement.
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"Beard would be a good choice," Joan suggests.
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He looks at the time, and figures he might as well do that right now. He doesn't want to text though. If someone kidnapped him, they could easily take his phone and text people not to worry. (He really hates that he thinks like that now.)
So Ted calls Beard, who picks up right away, and yeah, he already sounds worried. Ted does his best to sound reassuring.
"Hey Coach, how's practice?" he asks, nodding a bit. "Uh-huh. Alright, that's good... Listen, I just wanted to let you know that Joan and I are going to take some time to ourselves until the gala, so I'm not gonna check my phone. ... No yeah, it's all good. We'll see you tomorrow, yeah? ... Alright, take care."
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"Emergencies only."
"Got it," she says, sliding it into her pocket. "Which safehouse are we using?"
"The one by the docks. Do you remember the evasive measures I taught you?"
"Yes. I take it we don't have time to go back to Ted's apartment?"
"It would be best if you didn't. And best if you left your phones here."
Joan sighs and takes out her phone and puts it on the table.
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"So, how are we going to do the gala thing?" he asks curiously. "I mean, I should probably wear a suit, and not.." he continues, gesturing to his rather more relaxed outfit.
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"It'll do." Joan turns to Ted. "Do you want to text Henry so he knows you won't be calling him tonight?"
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At the reminder of Henry though, Ted looks disappointed. Talking to him is such a matter of fact, it didn't even occur to him that he can't. "Oh... Yeah.."
He picks up the phone and texts Henry, letting him know that he can't talk tonight, but that he loves him very much and they'll talk soon. He definitely looks sad when he puts the phone down again.
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"It'll be okay," she says softly, resting her forehead against his and cradling the back of his head. "You'll be able to talk to him soon."
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Finally Sherlock clears his throat and Joan pulls back, glancing at her partner apologetically.
"If you're ready..." he says.
"I think we are," Joan says, looking at Ted for confirmation.
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