"Lestrade I need you down at Baker Street, now!" Sherlock shouted down the phone.
"Why, what's happened?" Lestrade asked calmly.
"John's been taken, I'm on my way to baker street to see if I can find some clues but I need you down there too so hurry up! Sherlock shouted again. With that he punched the red button and breathed out a sigh of excitement. "The game is on" he said quietly to himself.
When the taxi arrived at 221b baker street Sherlock flew out of the door and threw a 10 pound note through the driver's window before running up the steps to the front door. He ran into the building and began to ascend the stairs "Mrs Hudson, Mrs Hudson!" he yelled but with no answer. He got to the top of the stairs and shouted again "Mrs Hudson!"
"In here Sherlock" came the shaky voice of Mrs Hudson who had clearly been crying. Sherlock opened the bathroom door to find Mrs Hudson who was sitting on the tiled floor mopping her eyes with a handkerchief "I had to hide Sherlock, three big men came in and took John, I was scared." She said beginning to cry again. Sherlock sat down on the bathroom floor beside her and put his arm around her tenderly.
"The great Mrs Hudson was scared?" Sherlock said in mock disbelief "I don't believe it for a second" he said. This must have cheered Mrs Hudson up as she gave a faint smile and got up off the floor.
"Do you want a sandwich love?" she asked.
"No thank you I've got a job to do" Sherlock said as he began to look around the hallway for any sign of fingerprints or any other evidence. After about half an hour of scouring the flat Sherlock had come up with nothing but a set of faint fingerprints and a trail of muddy footprints up the stairs, which as soon as he had finished examining, Mrs Hudson started scrubbing out with soap and water. During this half an hour Inspector Lestrade turned up with three of his best forensic scientists but was soon turned around by Sherlock, who told him he had decided they were too stupid to be involved in this mystery. When Sherlock had finished looking round the flat for his valuable evidence he said goodbye to Mrs Hudson and went to the lab to examine the fingerprints he had found.
He arrived at the laboratories of St. Bartholomew's hospital at 1 o'clock to find molly eating her lunch. "Hello molly" he said as he walked past.
"Hi Sherlock, what are you doing here?" she asked as she got up, sandwich in hand, to follow him through the sanitised corridors.
"John's been kidnapped and I need to examine these fingerprints to find out who took him." He said as they reached the lab.
"Oh my God, Poor john, what are you going to do? Molly cried putting her hands over her mouth.
Sherlock stopped in his tracks, halfway down the corridor and put his hands on Molly's shoulders. "Molly, my dear, dear Molly, what do you think I am doing here with a set of fingerprints?"
"Oh yeah, I suppose, but what are you going to do with them" she said continuing to walk down the corridor.
"Examine them" he replied flapping them at her with a grin on his face.
When they arrived at molly's lab at the end of the corridor, molly held open the door and, as usual, Sherlock swept past without so much as a thank you. He immediately crossed to the desk in the centre of the room and took the microscope from the cupboard beneath the desk. "Molly, can you patch into the NHS systems and tell me how many people there are with the types of fingerprints I read out please?" he asked as Molly sat down at her computer finishing the last of her sandwich.
"Yup I can do that" she said as she signed in.
"Good, right lets get this going then shall we." He put the fingerprints on a thin glass slide and clipped it onto the microscope and began to focus it. "Ahh here we go" Sherlock said taking his eye away from the microscope eyepiece. "We definitely have a whorl pattern." He said before going back to the microscope.
"Okay" Molly said deep in thought, tapping on the keyboard "we have 10 results with a whorl fingerprint pattern in a 10 mile radius of this location, six males and four females" she said, turning to look at Sherlock. "Do we have a gender specification?" She asked.
"Yes definitely a male" Sherlock replied. "Unless this woman has an extremely sore throat" he continued with a subtle grin.
"Okay, that narrows it down to six people then, do we have a specification of the type of whorl?" she asked, turning to look at Sherlock again.
"Umm, hang on a minute." He said looking into the eyepiece again. After a few seconds he arose from the microscope "double loop" he pronounced. Molly turned to the computer and began to type again. "Right, we have just two people in a ten mile radius with a double loop whorl pattern."
"Right, okay it looks like we're going to have to pay the job agency a visit, do you want to come?"
"No it's okay I'll stay here" Molly replied "I've got a bit of work to catch up with."
"Okay then I'll see you later" Sherlock said as he opened the door. As Sherlock left the room, Molly breathed out and flopped back in her seat.
When Sherlock arrived at the job agency on Bond Street he walked up to the receptionist desk where a young boy of around 18, with bright blue hair and several piercings covering his face was sat. "Hello how can I help you sir" he droned, clearly bored with his job.
"yes, hello I'm Sherlock Holmes and I'm here on Scotland yard duty" he said flashing his ID at the blue haired receptionist who he had noticed was named David according to the shiny name tag pinned to his chest.
"Oh yeah I saw you on TV dude, your awesome man." He said with a grin and a flick of his blue hair.
"Err, right, anyway I need to know the jobs of these two men" he said as Sherlock slammed the paper down on the wooden desk. David pulled the paper towards him and began to type on the small computer in the corner of the desk. After a couple of minutes of muttering and typing he finally came up with what he wanted. "Uhh yeah, Mr Holmes the first dude works for Tesco as a security guard, and the other guy works for a Triaromy acids, I've never heard of them, who are they?" He said looking away from the computer to turn and look at Sherlock.
"Now tell me where that Triaromy acids is situated." Sherlock said quickly before David could ask anything else. After another short while of muttering and typing, David finally surfaced from the computer. "It's situated in the Derring warehouse estate, warehouse B, its just south of Victoria park." As soon as Sherlock heard this, he sprinted out of the door of the job agency.