Ok so you guys are lucky I'm getting this chapter up, managed to finish most of my work so I had time to spare to write haha. Anyway, this is where the real action starts to happen, hope you enjoy it and please review xxx
John sat in his arm chair trying so hard not to laugh at Sherlock who has been on hold for nearly an hour now trying to reach his mobile phone networks helpline. Sherlock's phone had suddenly stopped working, internet just cut off, along with his texts not sending and his calls not connecting. After a good half an hour of Sherlock restarting his blackberry, disconnecting the internet, Wi-Fi and bashing it against the wall he gave up and called the network on John's phone. An hour later he was no further and he was getting angry. John couldn't help but smile at his friend.
"Welcome to the normal human race" John said. Sherlock just stared at him, he needed his blackberry and that was cut off.
"This is serious John, my phone has never just stopped working before" Sherlock explained and he suddenly became rather nervous. This could be Moriarty's doing, he had the power after all. He hung up finally giving up and quickly dialled the number for Lestrade.
Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring. Ring, Ring.
There was no answer. He tried Donovan's office and mobile, she wasn't answering either. He kept trying but with no luck, he genuinely began to panic.
"John, no-one from Scotland Yard is picking up their phones" he said.
"So? Maybe they are just busy" John thought rationally.
"Unlikely" Sherlock said "I'll try Dimmock" he dialled his number and it connected.
"Hello? DI Dimmock speaking" Dimmock answered, he sounded extremely stressed.
"Dimmock, Sherlock Holmes here" Sherlock said.
"How did you get my number?"
"That's irrelevant right now, where is Lestrade? And Donovan?" Sherlock asked getting straight to the point.
"I don't know" Dimmock said.
"What do you mean? They should be at the Yard working, they aren't answering their phones"
"Sherlock, they've disappeared, completely, I've only just got into work and they aren't here. I've looked everywhere, I can't find them"
"You can't have looked everywhere otherwise you would have found them" Sherlock continued to talk to Dimmock, getting him to explain everything. John gave up with him and went downstairs after realising Mrs Hudson would be coming in with her shopping soon. He always helped her if he was in but this time she didn't come. Knocking on her door, John starting to realise how bad this situation was getting. He quickly rang Sarah to see if she was ok, no answer. John was about to run out of 221B when he felt a blow to the back of the head.
"Fine, I'll be at the Yard as soon as...I've checked on someone" Sherlock said hanging up John's phone and pocketing it. "John, we're going to Molly's and then to the Yard"
No reply.
"John?" Sherlock asked slightly louder, still no response. Sherlock ran down the stairs and looked all over the flat, no sign of John and he couldn't ring him because he had his phone. Using his genius mind Sherlock began to try and analyse the situation, problem was there was nothing to analyse, and nothing had been disturbed. "Moriarty" and with that Sherlock was rushing to Molly's.
"Molly?" Sherlock said knocking on her front door. Getting no reply and used the spare key he found and let himself in. Quickly, he moved into the living room, nothing. He walked into the kitchen, empty. The bathroom, nobody. The bedroom, zip. Even the small dining room was completely empty, but what scared Sherlock the most was Molly's phone was on the kitchen table, He couldn't ring her or anything, she was lost. Something stirred deep inside him, something dark and dangerous. Molly had been taken from him and this made Sherlock snap. He got out John's phone and made one last attempt to find someone, other than Dimmock. Scarlett had to be ok, she was smart and could have escaped. But as the phone continued to ring he quickly lost hope. In frustration he roared and hung up the phone.
"I will get you back Molly, I promise" he said with anger thick in his voice and with that he shot off to Scotland Yard. The only hope he had was Dimmock and he wasn't going to let that slip from him.
When the Consulting Detective arrived at Scotland Yard he almost lost all hope. Dimmock had disappeared as well and he was now all on his own. This new game of Moriarty's definitely surprised him, he didn't realise he could take all of them at once, he had enough power and henchmen to do it, Sherlock just wasn't quick enough to realise. Lost in his thoughts and doubts Sherlock just stood outside Scotland Yard waiting for just a glimpse of hope which never came.
"Hello my dear" Jim said as Molly started to stir from her slumber.
"Uh whut h..." Molly tried to speak but no words would form properly.
"Try not to speak Molly darling, those drugs can be quite strong" Jim said calmly.
Molly forced her eyes open but she couldn't see much, small light in the corner and a small window, that was all she could make out.
"Drink this, it will help" Jim said handing her a glass cup. She shoved it away, whatever it was she didn't trust him that much. "Molly, if I was going to kill you I would have done that already" sighing Molly took the glass and drank some of it "All of it Molls, believe me it will help" reluctantly she drank all of the cool liquid. "Good girl" Jim walked away from her and put the glass on the side.
"Where...where I am?" Molly asked. Jim laughed at her words mixed up.
"I can't tell you that my dear, that would be telling" Jim said darkly.
They didn't speak for a good 5 minutes while Molly focused on shaking the drugs off. What had he given her?
"Better?" Jim asked.
"Much" Molly said feeling more aware of everything. She was on a bed, quite a comfy one at that. The room was small, dark and plain with yes a small window and a door that looked like it was locked from the outside. She had been brought to a prison. Jim sat next to her, very close to her in fact.
"I'm sorry I had to drug you, but I knew you wouldn't come willingly, at least not yet" Jim said.
"What do you mean?" Molly asked.
Jim leaned in closer and Molly could feel his breath on her lips, it was a dark but divine feeling.
"Oh come on Molly, I know you've missed me, at first I was just going to kill you, as you had served your purpose but I seem to have grown rather fond of you" Jim whispered and Molly's heart began to race "I want you Molly, more than ever before" he traced a finger lightly down her cheek and rested it against her neck, she shivered "don't you feel the same?"
"I...err, no" Molly stuttered, Jim smiled slightly.
"I don't believe you, your pulse is racing away and I haven't even kissed you yet" he whispered again and he very lightly brushed his lips against hers. Molly head spun with the contact but forced herself not to give in, she was not going to go through all of this again. "Come on Molls" another kiss "just give in" one more kiss "you know you want to" he kissed her again and placed a hand on her thigh. Jim began to trace patterns on her leg with his thumb and brought his other hand up to her cheek again. All the time he kissed her Molly tried with all of her strength not to give in, but the temptation was too much and eventually she gave in and started to kiss him back.
"That's it Molly, just let go, let me show you my way of life, be mine, only mine" Jim said against her lips.
Molly didn't say anything, she just kept kissing him. Jim chuckled and moved both hands to her waist and gently pushed her back onto the bed, not breaking the kiss. While trailing his hands all over her body, he flicked his tongue onto her lips, she greeted him willingly. Molly's senses almost exploded when she felt his tongue meet hers, his taste was so...dark, mysterious, so tempting. Jim made no move to push it further even though he could feel his trousers starting to tighten, he was content with just this occupation. Molly had other ideas and had wrapped her legs around his waist and was starting grind against him. Using the tips of his fingers, Jim slipped them down into Molly's jeans and further into her underwear.
"Ugh" Molly sighed against his lips when his fingers made contact with her clit.
"You like that?" Jim asked.
"Yes" she said, clearly already desperate. Jim laughed and stopped.
"You'll have to wait then" he said taking his hand out and kissing her briefly one last time "I have some things to take care of first" he stood and composed himself and left the room. Molly was left on the bed, breathless and still extremely turned on.
"Well done Molly, great decision" she said to herself.
