Hi readers! (If there are any of you out there) sorry for the long update! Really sorry for the wait I just forgot about this
Sherlock paced back and forth in front of the wall, whilst Greg made a phone call to get practically every DI the could get to come down to 221B and help Sherlock and John. John didn't even know what was going on. His own daughter had been kidnapped and nobody had told him. Sherlock hurriedly went to the stairs and shouted John to get up there now. Sherlock then proceeded back into the flat.
He went to Briana`s room first. He searched every nook and cranny. Nothing!
"Sherlock?!" John shouted.
"I`m up here John" Sherlock called back exiting Briana`s room.
"Sherlock please tell me that Briana isn`t really missing" John said looking at his husband.
"I would but it`s true" Sherlock said walking past his and John`s bedroom, towards the bathroom. He had just gone past it when he heard a muffled cry.
"John, go get Lestrade" Sherlock said to him. John nodded hurriedly and fled down the stairs. Sherlock pulled out his gun and carefully opened the door. Inside he saw a man bleeding to death on their bedroom floor. The bedroom itself was a mess. Everything had been pulled out of the draws and the wardrobe door was open.
"Who are you?" Sherlock asked the dying man. The man looked up, his eyes widened when he saw the gun.
"Don't…Don't shoot!" the man pleaded, applying more pressure to the bullet wound in both his legs. Sherlock quirked an eyebrow at the man.
"I`ll ask again, who are you and what are you doing here?!" Sherlock demanded.
"I can`t say. Please you`ve got to help me!" The man pleaded.
"My daughter has been kidnapped by whoever you work for! Now you help me and i`ll help you" Sherlock replied trying to cool his anger. It wasn't working. Sherlock heard footsteps coming up the stairs. By the sound of it Lestrade was in front of John.
"Sherlock?" Lestrade called.
"In here" Sherlock said not lowering his gun even though he knew the man was completely helpless.
"Sherlock the blood analysis came bac….." Greg Lestrade stopped mid-sentence as he surveyed the detective in front of him and the man on the floor.
"What? I didn't hear a gunshot" Lestrade said starting a new sentence.
"That's because I didn't fire" Sherlock quipped. "The blood analysis?" Sherlock asked.
"Yeah…umm…right. The blood was Briana`s" Lestrade said not really knowing how to put it. Sherlock didn't know how to reply instead he kneeled down on the floor next to the bleeding man.
"Tell me who you work for, and why you took my daughter!" Sherlock shouted.
"Why? I`m as good as dead so there`s nothing you can do to hurt me!" The man replied, giving the detective a grin.
"No you`re not! You`re dying, and I know how to make that very painful and very slow" Sherlock said menacingly.
"I`m not saying anything" the man repeated, not really believing Sherlock.
"We`ll see about that" Sherlock said. He put the gun on the floor and slid it to Greg so the man on the floor couldn't get hold of it. He then found the bullet wound on the man's right leg and put his thumb against it.
"I have been tortured before and I picked up a few things on how to torcher. You see I know how to apply the slightest amount of pressure to a wound like yours and make you say anything I ask, now WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?!" Sherlock asked pressing on the wound lightly with his thumb. The man howled with pain.
"And that's only light pressure" Sherlock said pressing harder.
"WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER" Sherlock screamed.
"All….all fish can`t swim if they`ve got no fins" the man said before passing out due to blood loss. Sherlock sat back on his heels just as John came into the room.
"Sherlock?" John asked stepping into the room, after seeing the man he instructed Greg to call an ambulance whilst he tried to control the bleeding.
Sherlock ran out of the room and went downstairs. He threw himself ungracefully on to the couch and took up his thinking pose, he closed his eyes and racked his brains, the man had given him the clue he just had to figure it out.
"Sherlock" Mrs Hudson called coming up the stairs, Sherlock didn't stir at the sound of his name he had eight hours to find his daughter and Mrs Hudson needed him, he didn't have time to answer.
"Sherlock dear, this just arrived for you" Mrs Hudson said holding out a package.
"Who`s it from?" Sherlock asked looking it over to see if there was an explosive inside it.
"I don't know, the lovely lad who brought it said that it must be opened immediately. Sherlock tore open the package, inside was a pair of shoes. They were white with little blue flowers on the tip where the wearer's toes should be. Suddenly it hit him! These where the exact shoes that Briana was wearing this morning! He quickly inspected the shoes. He found nothing except…
A small paper boat?
