Sherlock huffed as he walked back into 221B. At least this made for a somewhat interesting case. John looked up at his friend who looked pissed off.
"Well, do you know where she is?" He asked
"Not yet, but I'll figure it out" He nodded and sighed as he sat poised in his chair and went into his mind palace.
His mind palace showed him a house. A decent sized one in that fact a mother and a father with a small child in the mother's arms, singing a song to her baby... an old lullaby. Before the mother put the baby down in the nursery and the parents went upstairs. In the late hours or night, two people come in and sneak upstairs and the scene changes. The small child is now in a cage and it looks like an auction "Can I have 2500, 2500? 3000? 3500?" The auctioneer spoke as it went between a business man and a simple man who looked out of place "5000?" He said and pointed to the odd man "Going once, going twice, Sold! Sir, please come up!" He announced and the scene changed again. A white building, windows hardly apparent. The girl was older but still very young. She look disheveled, depressed, broken... no hope as two scientists escorted her to this metal door and threw her into a darkened room "Get in there Ryder! See you tomorrow" One man laughed as he shut the door. Sherlock go blindly around the cell until she grabbed a flashlight hidden in her cell and lit it up. She also took out a box with various medical implements and he watched her crawl to a hole and dig out more and deeper into it. He then saw her at her current age escape through the tiny hole and escape. He saw the warehouse where she stayed and pull out a chip from her arm and throw it into the water.
Sherlock then woke up from his trance and he looked around "I have ideas where she could be" He announced. His friend looked up at him "Where?" John asked.
"Well... I want to see something first and confirm my speculation. I'm going out John" He grabbed his coat and scarf, leaving the flat and called a taxi.
Meanwhile, Sara was sitting in a dark cell, scared and alone. She sniffled "Why did I ever trust that guy..." She looked down and hugged her knees as a scientist opened the door and he grabbed her "Time for some long awaited fun" He smirked and she struggled to get out of his grip as he dragged her to the testing room.
Sherlock went to Scotland Yard and into Lestrade's office "Lestrade, I need to see your tracker interface and quickly"
Lestrade stood "Sherlock, you can't just barge in here!" He scolded. He then tilted his head "Why?" He asked. Sherlock growled "Sometime today please Greg!" He exclaimed.
"You actually remembered my name" He smiled as Sherlock gave his cold stare "Oh... tracker interface, yes" He nodded and lead him down to a computer and Sherlock immediately got on the interface and started hacking and looking for Sara from here. Lestrade watched and noticed all the people who were tracked and saw one little spot. Far away from everyone else in the local area. Sherlock looked up the coordinates and it was 'Haver Height Laboratory'
"Haver Height Laboratory?" Greg asked and raised an eyebrow "The lab that shut down?" He asked and raised a brow.
"Yes. But must've reopened in recent history" Sherlock replied and stood again and adjusted his coat gently and started walking to the exit. Lestrade looked at him as he left and gave small smile "He remembered my name!" He smiled and went back to his office.