~I don't own any of the Sherlock characters. Katie and OC is of my own creation.~ Enjoy and review.

Chapter Three

~Somewhere in London~

Kate Becker opened her eyes with a groan as the babies in her womb wildly kicked about. Day 21 since her abduction from her home, Kate was having a hard time keeping her emotions in check whenever her captor came into her prison to change the bedding or give her food, which thank God, wasn't laced with any drugs. The room itself in which he kept her in had only a single small window the size of two of her hands with the room being only the size of a normal bedroom. There were no closets or any other furniture, save for the twin bed she was currently lying on, a rocking chair, and a small wooden chest where he kept her clean clothes. Kate slowly moved herself into a sitting position as her stomach grumbled hungrily. He was late with her regular evening meal, something that had been happening more often the usual as of late.

"Its going to be alright, loves." She softly said to her swollen stomach while rubbing it with both hands. The air was slightly chilly tonight. She shivered before covering herself with the heavy coverlet to help keep herself warm. There was a slight jingling noise at the door before she heard the soft click of the lock being turned. The metal door opened, revealing a tall young man with light blond hair and blue eyes. She warily stared up at him, hoping that he was in a good mood this time because the last time she had seen him, he was cursing and pacing up and down the whole length of her prison as she ate.

"What time is it?" She asked politely with her usual question as her captor set a tray of hot chicken soup, fresh bread with butter and water down on the wooden chest. He glanced up at her with cold eyes for a moment before shrugging. "Tis about nine at night." He whispered in a raspy voice. "Eat first and I will bring you to the showers so you can get yourself cleaned up."

Kate didn't wait to be told twice as she got to her feet, groaning as her lower back ached from laying down too long. Her captor kept a distance between herself and him as he stood by the open doorway to prevent her from escaping. She scoffed at the mere idea, thinking that it was stupid he would even think that someone like her who is heavily pregnant with twins would try and make a dead dash to God only knew where she was. He had avoid taking her anywhere outside, preferring that she took walks within the long corridors with him in total silence. Once she was full of the warm soup and had finished up her drink, Kate slowly pushed away the empty tray as a silent indication that she was done.

Her captor nodded, taking it. "Did you like it?" He asked unexpectedly without so much as a glance her way. "My mother made it."

Kate kept her silence, nodding only once. It was good, given that the soup tasted really fresh as well as the bread itself. This told her that he had been out for a long time and had made a quick stop over to his parents place before coming here. Her captor let out a relived sigh. "Why don't you come follow me to the showers now, Kate. I'm sure that you wish to wash up and change after three days of being in those clothes."

"Sure." She replied as she waited for him to blindfold her. There was no such thing as "following" between them. Her captor was too smart to think that she would freely move about where ever he took her to the unknown areas that he was well aware there were many escape routes. As usual, he blindfolded her before leading her by the arm down the long hallway, making several turns this way and that before she felt the warmth of water and steam hit her face.

"I will leave you to your privacy, Kate." He said to her before closing the door behind him and locking it. There were some maternity clothes already set out for her on the counter as well as towel and her toiletries. Kate stared at her reflection in the steamy mirror. Her face looked slightly drawn with dark circles underneath her eyes and her hair was sightly stringing from lack of bathing for three and half days. She shivered at the possible thought of what would have happened to her if she wasn't pregnant.

She could still remember the night when she had gone outside to take out the trash and had been tackled from behind with a burlap sack thrown over her face. She had tried to scream out to alert someone what was happening to her, but the sack had been laced with a sleeping drug which quickly knocked her out. How long she was out, Kate wasn't so sure. It could have been days or weeks when she finally woke up to find herself locked in that bedroom in which he kept her in. Imagine her shock when her captor chose to reveal himself to her a few hours after she had cried herself dry. Someone from her past whom she thought she had forever forgotten. He kept the details short, telling her that he had captured her in hopes that someday she would realize how much he cared for her and that she was safe from "all possible outside harm." He even told her that he was well aware of how long she was pregnant and that he would make sure that he met all of her basic needs.

How much longer he was willing to do that, Kate figured it must have be drawing to a close since he had been rather irate with her, asking many questions in concerning that father of her twins but never getting an answer out of her. If it was one thing that Sophie taught her well, it was using silence as your ultimate tool against your enemies.

Kate sniffed several times when she felt the hot stinging of tears brimming in her eyes. It was only in times such as this she openly allowed herself to cry while taking the shower. Her only hope for remaining alive was her sister's over protectiveness kicking in once she discovered that her little sister was missing and a certain detective consultant whom she shared the two tiny lives within her body. Her captor might have scared her at several points as of late, but that didn't mean that she was going to let him get the better of her wits. Not when she had to keep as calm as possible for the well being of her babies. Not wanting to think about anymore negative thoughts, she quickly took off her soiled clothes and dumping them in the hamper as she made her way towards the large shower at the far end of the shower room.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Kate as she took her time showering, her captor was silently watching the bathroom from a hidden camera in which he had installed to keep an eye on her. He opened up his laptop in his lap and typed the words "Sherlock Holmes" in the Google search engine bar. There was a timer beside the TV screen that was counting off the hours she had remaining. Of course he wasn't going to kill her, he couldn't bear the thought of hurting her with his bare hands, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to allow the unborn twins to live that shared the same intellect and DNA as the man who stared out at him from the webpage. No, he was't going to allow their breaths soil his life with the woman of his dreams.

Sherlock stood in the middle of the spacious living room with no expression whatsoever as he studied Sophie Becker. Mycroft had told Sherlock before she had come to answer her door, that they were not going to tell her that he was the father of her younger sister's babies unless she didn't cooperate with their questioning. Lestrade who had been her personal mentor when she first came to New Scotland Yard a few years ago, assured them that there shouldn't be much of a problem, given that she was of the law as well.

And so it went, the usual routine questions of when she last saw her sister, how well did they get along, given that they lost their parents five years ago to a car accident, what was her normal routine whenever she was out, etc. All these boring questions and more all but made Sherlock want to scream with complete frustration.

"Sophie!" He suddenly said, abruptly cutting off his brother who was in the mist of asking another boring question. The older woman glanced over at him with tired eyes. Sherlock pulled up a chair before her, sat down and took her cold hands into his. "My goodness, you look really terrible." He said with a smile.

"Sherlock!" Lestrade whispered hoarsely. "What in the queen's bloody name are you doing?"

"Getting tiny facts that you are otherwise overlooking, Lestrade." Sherlock replied without looking up at him. "As you well know, I'm a detective consultant that you wanted on this case and so its my turn to ask the questions." He regarded Sophie with a small encouraging smile. "Now the questions that I'm going to ask may seem very personal to you, but please be fully aware that they are being asked in order so that we can learn more about your sister that would lead to us finding her before its too late."

"William." Mycroft hissed when he caught the look of alarm in the older sister's eyes. Sherlock motioned for him to remain silent.

"Please, Sophie." He pressed her gently. "For her and the sake of the baby."

Sophie thought about it for a moment before she finally nodded her head. "Alright. What do you want to know about Kate?" She said reluctantly. "I'v only mention the routine answers to Captain Lestrade."

"Which is why I'm here to ask the non-routine questions, Ms. Becker." Sherlock replied mildly. He sat back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other while he regarded the older sister with a frown. John and Lestrade by this time had their pens and paper out to record everything she said to Sherlock. Mycroft resigned himself to a nearby couch, but with an open air of interest.

"What is her favorite color?" Sherlock began with the basics. "What color does she often wear nowadays since being pregnant?"

"She likes the color burgundy and wears it most it a lot."

"How so?"

Sophie paused to think. "I think she often wears it in a form of a scarf or sweater."

"Does she go out often? Hang with friends, perhaps frequent the nightclubs?"

"No, Kate is a very sociable girl, but she doesn't really like hanging in such environments that involve too many strangers outside of work. She prefers to stay at home and watch movies, reads books or often goes the gym, but that was way before she went to the sperm bank to receive a donor's."

Sherlock glanced around the room, taking note on how clean and neat it was. Very well organized, slightly controlling but open to a stable relationship with the sister but doesn't see her often enough due to the loads of work within the police force. He paused on a nearby picture that sat on a low coffee table. It was of Kate and Sophie during a Halloween party. Sophie was dressed in a medieval queen's costume while Kate was dressed like a Greek goddess. Pointing to it, he drew Sophie's's attention to the picture. "Where and when was that taken?"

"Oh, that was taken three years ago at a friend's Halloween party bash. I believe at that time my friend lived in Bath during that time before relocating a year later with his parents after graduation in the countryside." She quickly replied, picking the frame and handing it to him. "Halloween is the most favorite holiday for Sophie because she gets to dress up in anything she wants." Sherlock handed it over to Lestrade who studied it closely by a open window.

"After Kate became pregnant, were you aware of any types of relationships that she may have had?"

Sophie seemed to hesitate for a brief moment before shaking her head no. "She wasn't really the type for as long as I know, to have any relationship. I knew back in high school she had a few crushes, but nothing ever came out of it."

"Even in college?"

"Even then." Sophie nodded. She sighed, smoothing back a stray hair from her worn face. "I don't even know why she would want to become pregnant at her age with no man to help support and protect her. Maybe she saw someone one day with a baby and then she suddenly yearned to have one herself. I never really bothered to ask her why, only wanting her to be happy and free with her own choices. We only have each other and no one else."

"Did she ever tell you who the biological father may be of the child she's carrying?" Sherlock asked very quietly. Everyone in the room held their breaths as they waited for her reply. Sophie bit her bottom lip while nervously playing with a corner of her pink sweater between her fingers. "I think you guys need to see something." She told them without looking into Sherlock's eyes. "I believe you will find answers you seek where I wish to take you then rather just sitting here and asking me questions that even I cannot answer fully, Mr. Holmes."