Greg was glad the day was over. He was working a very difficult case right now and he was looking forward to an at home with his lovely fiancée, Molly Hooper.
They had been together ever since it was discovered that Molly's last fiancée, Tom, was a sniper for the one and only James Moriarty. Apparently Moriarty had faked his death as well.
Needless to say, Molly was heartbroken. She had been used to get to Sherlock for a second time. Luckily for her, Greg had been there to pick up the pieces.
Greg opened the door to the flat they shared.
"Molly?" He called. No response. "Molly?"
Nothing.
Odd. She was usually home at this time. Maybe she'd fallen asleep. He stuck his nose in the bedroom, but she wasn't there. She wasn't in the living room either. Lestrade checked every room in the flat and nothing. Now he was starting to worry. He took out his mobile and dialed her number.
Hi this is Molly, sorry I couldn't pick up. Leave me a-
Damn. Where could she have-
Just then a text popped up.
Hi Inspector, remember me?
What am I saying of course you do!
Don't worry about your fiancée, she's safe with us.
Okay maybe you should worry.
You've got twelve hours to find her before-
Well do I really need to elaborate?
See you soon
JM
Greg rushed out the door and hailed taxi.
"221B Baker Street." He told the cabbie.
Sorry chapter one's so short! This is a collab with my friend Sophia_the_fangirl. She'll be writing chapter two so that'll be up tonight or tomorrow!
Review!
~Kate