Sherlock got woke in the middle of the night by the guards switching on the lights, He had just nodded off.
'Holmes.' He looked round and saw Gregson standing at the bars.
'Captain, what...'
'No time, you need to come with us.' He opened the cell. Sherlock could tell he was panicking.
'What's wrong?.'
'Somethings happened, we need you.'
Sherlock knew when he withheld information it was personal to someone.
'Captain, just tell me.'
'Joan's gone.'
Sherlock sat in the back of the car and looked down at his ring, Gregson manage to pursued the guard to let him have it back. He kept twirling it round his finger hoping Joan would be alright. He had no idea who would want to take her. They pulled up at brownstone and Sherlock ran inside put Gregson pulled him back.
'You need to let these guys do their job first then you can go in.' Sherlock tried to peer inside but there were too many people in the way. Gregson could tell he was agitated.
'Holmes don't worry. We'll find her.'
'I just don't understand who would want to take her. She is the nicest person you are likely to meet in this city.' A man was signalling Gregson.
'Be back in a minuet.' He handed him a piece of paper. 'Here.' He handed it to Sherlock.
The Game Is On.
'I don't understand.'
'Nor do we.' Sherlock studied it for a moment, He didn't recognize the handwriting. 'You can go in now.' He put the piece of paper in his pocket and went into the sitting room. He thanked god that there was no sign of blood just a huge struggle. She was always a fighter. He went to the back door and saw it wasn't forced but unlocked with a key. He went back to the sitting room and went over what happened in his head. 'So, you got something?.'
'She was asleep on the couch, don't know why yet, the back door wasn't forced it was opened with a key. The man grabbed her and a struggle began, there's a little blood on the floor that will be from his nose. She tired punching, kicking anything but the man was at least twice the size of her. She even grabbed Angus..'
'Angus?.'
'The statue. She even hit him with that but it still wasn't enough, He then forced her down an tied her up and taped her mouth so she couldn't cry out. After that he put her over his shoulder and left via the back door. No wittiness?.'
'Next door heard a car or van take off down the street but never saw anything.' Sherlock ran upstairs to her room and noticed the bed had been slept in.
'Someone else has been here!.' Gregson appeared in the doorway.
'What?.'
'Her beds been slept in but Joan slept on the couch downstairs.'
'How do you know?.'
'Her hair is on one of the pillows and i recognize her perfume.' He examined the bed. 'There was no struggle here, the duvet is flipped over like someone just got out of it.' He picked up one of the pillows and smelt it. He knew that scent anywhere. 'Irene.'
'The woman who was black mailing you? Why would she be here?.'
'I don't know.' He threw the pillow onto the bed and went back downstairs. Gregson followed and addressed the other police officers.
'You need to find a woman named Irene Adler, she was here when Joan was kidnapped find her and we may find the person responsible.' They all left, Gregson was about to when he saw Sherlock lying on the sofa where Joan was.'I put in a word with the superintendent and your allowed to stay here until we find her.'
Sherlock poked his head up over the arm of the chair.
'Really?.' Gregson nodded.
'He also said if you help us, it may even shorten your sentence.' Sherlock smiled.
'Thank you Thomas. I appreciate it.'
'No problem, if you need anything...'
'I know.'They smiled at each other and Gregson left. Sherlock placed his head back on the pillow and sniffed it, he loved the way she smelt. After a few minuets, he fell asleep. The one thing he still couldn't work out was what Irene would be doing here? Unless she didn't know he was in jail and came to find him but why kidnap Joan? He woke an hour later and found a note on the table.
I'm sorry. I had no choice. Sherlock got up and noticed the front door was open. He looked outside but there was no sign of her but he noticed something in the mail slot. He pulled it out, it was a picture of an arm handcuffed to a radiator. He knew it was Joan. He took out his phone and called Gregson.
'Gregson, Irene's been in the house while i was asleep. She left a note and a photograph.'
'How soon can you get here?.'
After five minuets, Sherlock was outside the police station with Gregson.
'Can't we go inside? It's a bit nippy.'
'I asked but the superintendent wouldn't allow it.' He handed him the note.'I had no choice? So someone forced her into this?.'
'I suspect so, I also think she could have been forced into blackmailing me by the same person as well.'
'You mentioned a photo?.' Sherlock hesitated before giving it to him. 'Holmes...'
'I'm fine, honestly.' Gregson shook his head.
'Who would do this?.' Sherlock shrugged.
'I have no idea but who ever it is has got my full undivided attention.'
'Holmes.' He looked round and saw Gregson standing at the bars.
'Captain, what...'
'No time, you need to come with us.' He opened the cell. Sherlock could tell he was panicking.
'What's wrong?.'
'Somethings happened, we need you.'
Sherlock knew when he withheld information it was personal to someone.
'Captain, just tell me.'
'Joan's gone.'
Sherlock sat in the back of the car and looked down at his ring, Gregson manage to pursued the guard to let him have it back. He kept twirling it round his finger hoping Joan would be alright. He had no idea who would want to take her. They pulled up at brownstone and Sherlock ran inside put Gregson pulled him back.
'You need to let these guys do their job first then you can go in.' Sherlock tried to peer inside but there were too many people in the way. Gregson could tell he was agitated.
'Holmes don't worry. We'll find her.'
'I just don't understand who would want to take her. She is the nicest person you are likely to meet in this city.' A man was signalling Gregson.
'Be back in a minuet.' He handed him a piece of paper. 'Here.' He handed it to Sherlock.
The Game Is On.
'I don't understand.'
'Nor do we.' Sherlock studied it for a moment, He didn't recognize the handwriting. 'You can go in now.' He put the piece of paper in his pocket and went into the sitting room. He thanked god that there was no sign of blood just a huge struggle. She was always a fighter. He went to the back door and saw it wasn't forced but unlocked with a key. He went back to the sitting room and went over what happened in his head. 'So, you got something?.'
'She was asleep on the couch, don't know why yet, the back door wasn't forced it was opened with a key. The man grabbed her and a struggle began, there's a little blood on the floor that will be from his nose. She tired punching, kicking anything but the man was at least twice the size of her. She even grabbed Angus..'
'Angus?.'
'The statue. She even hit him with that but it still wasn't enough, He then forced her down an tied her up and taped her mouth so she couldn't cry out. After that he put her over his shoulder and left via the back door. No wittiness?.'
'Next door heard a car or van take off down the street but never saw anything.' Sherlock ran upstairs to her room and noticed the bed had been slept in.
'Someone else has been here!.' Gregson appeared in the doorway.
'What?.'
'Her beds been slept in but Joan slept on the couch downstairs.'
'How do you know?.'
'Her hair is on one of the pillows and i recognize her perfume.' He examined the bed. 'There was no struggle here, the duvet is flipped over like someone just got out of it.' He picked up one of the pillows and smelt it. He knew that scent anywhere. 'Irene.'
'The woman who was black mailing you? Why would she be here?.'
'I don't know.' He threw the pillow onto the bed and went back downstairs. Gregson followed and addressed the other police officers.
'You need to find a woman named Irene Adler, she was here when Joan was kidnapped find her and we may find the person responsible.' They all left, Gregson was about to when he saw Sherlock lying on the sofa where Joan was.'I put in a word with the superintendent and your allowed to stay here until we find her.'
Sherlock poked his head up over the arm of the chair.
'Really?.' Gregson nodded.
'He also said if you help us, it may even shorten your sentence.' Sherlock smiled.
'Thank you Thomas. I appreciate it.'
'No problem, if you need anything...'
'I know.'They smiled at each other and Gregson left. Sherlock placed his head back on the pillow and sniffed it, he loved the way she smelt. After a few minuets, he fell asleep. The one thing he still couldn't work out was what Irene would be doing here? Unless she didn't know he was in jail and came to find him but why kidnap Joan? He woke an hour later and found a note on the table.
I'm sorry. I had no choice. Sherlock got up and noticed the front door was open. He looked outside but there was no sign of her but he noticed something in the mail slot. He pulled it out, it was a picture of an arm handcuffed to a radiator. He knew it was Joan. He took out his phone and called Gregson.
'Gregson, Irene's been in the house while i was asleep. She left a note and a photograph.'
'How soon can you get here?.'
After five minuets, Sherlock was outside the police station with Gregson.
'Can't we go inside? It's a bit nippy.'
'I asked but the superintendent wouldn't allow it.' He handed him the note.'I had no choice? So someone forced her into this?.'
'I suspect so, I also think she could have been forced into blackmailing me by the same person as well.'
'You mentioned a photo?.' Sherlock hesitated before giving it to him. 'Holmes...'
'I'm fine, honestly.' Gregson shook his head.
'Who would do this?.' Sherlock shrugged.
'I have no idea but who ever it is has got my full undivided attention.'
