"Mycroft we don't need your help!" Sherlock yelled.
"But, brother, this matter concerns me" Mycroft said looking at him. Sherlock just made some grumbling noises and Mycroft took that as an invite to sit down.
They were all gathered in the living room of the cabin. John was sitting with Lestrade on the couch, looking worried. Lestrade had been taking notes on Sherlock's theories on the kidnapper. Anderson and Donovan were sitting on the other couch looking at the notes they had taken of the scene where Sherlock said Molly had been kidnapped. Sherlock was pacing the room trying to think.
"What have you got so far?" Mycroft asked.
"A man of average height trained in combat, but not normal combat, probably the mafia. Most likely good with drugs seeing as that was the only way they could have moved her…"
"Sherlock" Lestrade said, interrupting "Mycroft doesn't know who you are talking about. It's..."
"Molly Hooper." Mycroft replied. "Go on" he said gesturing to Sherlock.
"She fell into the grass and was hoisted into a car, probably a jeep. They took her to some location where they met up with their boss. But this wasn't just normal mafia stuff. No, this is revenge, which means that they are, or used to be a part of the mafia but they are doing this on their own. There are at least three people in their group, probably more. But I can't get a motive. They didn't just kidnapper her for the fun of it. There is a reason they took her."
"Do you remember Johnny De Luca?" Mycroft asked.
"Italian mafia. Went to jail for murder and stealing from a government official. I was the one that proved it was him."
"He died of disease."
"So?"
"It seems his brother Grant is very angry about it. He blames you for it." Mycroft said looking Sherlock hard in the eyes. "It is plausible that they took Molly to get information on you."
"Why would they take Molly?"
"Maybe it is because they saw you with her all the time at work. Maybe it is because she is a female and you seem to spend a lot of your working days at St. Bart's where she works too. Or maybe it was because they were waiting for anyone who they had seen you with to be alone and she came running. But whatever the reason, we have to find her. God knows what they have done to her already."
"I told you I don't know where he is!" Molly yelled at Grant.
She was tied in the chair again. Grant was trying to get her to tell him where Sherlock was and he was on his last nerve. He had already hit her about five times. There were bruises staring to form on her face. But she still insisted that she didn't know where he was. It infuriated Grant to no end.
"WHY NOT?!" he yelled, hitting her again.
"I fell asleep in the car. I don't know the address, I don't even know if he is still there." She said crying. "Knowing him, he's find some kind of safe place to stay."
"You stupid girl!" he said hitting her once more. "He has to come for you!"
"What makes you think that?" She said, looking at him.
"Because we've seen you with him!" he said. He was starting to doubt the fact the Sherlock would come for her.
"That doesn't mean anything." She said tearing up. "It doesn't anything."
"You have three days for him to come and find you. Three days and that are all."
"What happens if he doesn't come?"
He took out his gun and stuck it on the side of her head.
"Boom"