~I don't own any of the Sherlock characters. Katie and OC is of my own creation.~ Enjoy and review.
Chapter Eight
Kate was abruptly awoken from a deep sleep to the sound of keys being jingled outside the door of the prison she was being held in. She glanced up towards the tiny window above her head and found it was still dark outside. The door opened, revealing her captor with a small tray of food. He shut the door behind him with his foot before walking up to the bed where he placed the tray on the floor before retreating towards the far side of the wall opposite of her.
"What time is it?" She asked her usual question while slowly getting up into a sitting position. The lower half of her back was starting to ache more the usual. That wasn't a very good sign for her end. Kate slide herself off the edge of the bed onto the floor. She found that he had brought her a bowl with steamed white rice with grilled chicken and fresh vegetables as well as a cup of hot green tea. It seemed as of the past night or two, he had been gone more longer then usual, so she was forced into sleeping to help stave off the hunger.
"Its past nine-thirty." He replied softly. Kate didn't allow eye contact as she hungrily ate the food. She took small sips of the hot tea between bites while he continued to watch her. "Is all well with you and the child?"
"What do you think?" She couldn't help but snap irritably before biting her tongue when she realize what she said. "I mean to say," She said more calmly. "I could be better if I had access to a doctor."
His face remain void of any outward emotion, but she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was absorbing every single word she said. "I'm afraid I cannot allow anyone to know where you are." He said after a moment of silence. "But perhaps I can help ease whatever it is you may be feeling by getting something from the local pharmacy."
"I need much more then that if I start going into labor. How long are you going to continue holding me like this against my own will? Besides, you have already caused me more then enough trauma when you started to become more obsessed with what you couldn't have."
"True, but I have a reason."
"And what exactly is that reason of yours?"
Her captor laughed softly, but it sounded almost like a crazy laugh that send a cold chill down her spine. "I don't think you want to know the answer when you're days are being numbered as we speak." He finally replied. Kate's stomach began to turn upside down. The unborn twins were also starting to pick up her panic emotions, kicking wildly about as she tried to remain as calm and collected as possible for their own sakes.
"So that is your plan." Kate bravely pressed. "You are going to kill me."
He stopped in the mist of a smirk. She looked scared as her face became deathly pale. "No, I'm not going to kill you at all. I'm merely seeing if a certain someone out here has enough intellectual brains to see past what all the little clues that you put in place for him to find. I really doubt that he would even guess that I'm holding you here since you didn't know I was going to hold you here of all places. And even if he did." He crouched down to his knees and reached out a hand toward her face. Kate turned her head the other way to avoid his touch as he came closer towards her. "Who's to say what he will find once I'm done with you."
"You're a monster."
Another cold laugh. "Maybe, but we shall see." He got to his feet and threw something wrapped in a newspaper at her lap. "Let's see how long this little game will last before the timer runs out." Kate didn't say anything as he left her alone. Her stomach seemed like it was going be sick, but she knew her body and unborn twins needed the nourishment. If she allowed the fear to settle into her mind, with little hope of possible rescue or even finding a way out of this forsaken place, Kate had already lost the game. From the very beginning since that night at the Halloween party two years ago, Kate had played the game for far too long. Many times, she had tried to leave clues for her own sister of what was starting to become a nightmare for her, but each one went unnoticed.
So Kate was forced with documenting every letter she got, every picture of herself going about her various business in private and public, all of it and more so, she quietly stacked all the evidence. She was scared to death of her own safety, but what was she going to do? There was no one out there that was willing to listen to her. At least until that day when she decided to take a risk and put her body through dramatic changes that were going to forever alter her life.
Kate had done plenty of research on impregnation through donated sperm from a sperm bank as well as how to single handily raise a child on her own. Her sister had been shocked to the point of almost horror when Kate had explained that she was ready to have a baby out of the blue over dinner one night. Sophie tried everything in her power to stop her sister from going through such an outrageous move, but it was too late. Her baby sister had already made the appointment for the starting process to begin within the week.
Kate laughed at the memory of staring at a yellow piece of paper that had a long list of requirements of why she had to be the perfect candidate for the sperm she was receiving. She had to be smart, good looking, outgoing personality while being mature in serious situation and not to mention, just being normal. The young woman glanced down at her big, swollen belly and gently placed two hands on either side of her stomach. "If I had known that he would have become more brazen to even think about hurting you two, I wouldn't have even risked thinking of becoming pregnant on purpose to save my own skin. I must be more monstrous then my captor of putting you in danger." She closed her eyes and tried to pick their father. "I pray that he's getting more closer of pinpointing where we are being held for your own sake than my own. I'd rather die then let that monster touch a finger upon when it is time for you to be born. So just hang in there for me, just for a little while longer." Kate quietly sobbed to herself as the hours slowly and painfully passed on into a new day
~Meanwhile~
Sherlock stood outside two rusty iron gates of an abandoned four-story penitentiary. There was plenty of graffiti that had been sprayed all over the faded red and white brick building, as well as various trash that was littered on the unkempt grounds. He had been going about his nightly walk, thinking about all of the new information that he had discovered within the past several hours when he happened upon the very old building. He wasn't sure what drew him to this godforsaken place, but his gut was telling him that something was hiding within these abandoned walls. And if one person were to try and keep a pregnant woman hidden from the world in the least remembered place, this would be it. He glanced around for security cameras and found none before pushing upon the gates. They didn't budge. Upon closer inspection, he found that someone had recently put brand new chains around the middle part of the gates to keep outsiders from trespassing onto the perimeter. He glanced up at the darken windows. If she was in there, he wouldn't even know where to even start searching for her without drawing the attention of her captor.
Clinching one of his gloved hands into a tight fist, he reluctantly resigned himself of coming back the next night, but with better back up just in case things got out of hand if they found some homeless people squatting within.
"So you think he might be holding her here?" John's voice suddenly spoke up from behind him, nearly causing Sherlock to turn around and instinctively punch him in the face. The detective consultant drew himself short with a oath.
"Watson, how many times have I told you to not sneak up on me like that!"
"My sincere apologies, but I can say the same for you when the roles are reversed." John replied without any remorse. He surveyed the broken down crazy house. "I don't think she's in there."
Sherlock started walking briskly away. "Well I do, and there is less than two days that we have on our side of finding her alive before any harm comes to her or the unborn twins."
"And how do you propose we do that?" Demanded John as he tried to keep up with his best friend. "It's utter madness if you end up pulling what you did that last time. Or perhaps you don't remember that it was your older brother that prevented the swat teams from shooting the bloody hell out of you from the helicopter."
"I perfectly remember what took place." Sherlock gritted. "And you don't have to remind me of the consequences. Maycroft is well aware of my plans as we currently speak, so I don't think there should be no reason of you blabbing senselessly about anything else. I on the other hand, have a plan that involves drawing out the captor from that abandoned penitentiary, if my hunch proves to be right. We just need to wait for the right moment and then spring the trap."
"You make it sound like it will be so easy of catching him. I wasn't even able to ID anyone back at Scotland Yard that has had restraining orders served against them within the past two years."
"Because there wasn't any filed against the one holding Kate. She had tried to tell her sister what was going on, but instead got the blind eye." Sherlock suddenly stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk, causing John to bang into him from behind. "John, if a woman is about nine months heavily pregnant, how long will it be before she starts to go through the conceiving process?"
"Beg your pardon? Oh, well I suppose based on the medical records that you had me look over last night, I can only think that it will be any day now. Why?"
Sherlock didn't immediately reply. He resumed walking in silence. "Kate is under extreme stress even more so as her captor counts down her days and hours, so it will only add further more if she goes under premature labor within the next twenty-four hours. We don't have time to sleep on our end, John. I need to create a plan that he will be easily lured into fast without any second thoughts."
"Maybe mention something about his parents being dead in a car accident?" John shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "I don't know, maybe if we made it public and real enough, he might fall for it and come running out. I have found in the past that no matter how crazy a person might be in the head, they all still have strong ties to their roots and parents."
Sherlock suddenly turned around and grabbed his friend into a tight hug that knocked all the air out of his lungs. "Watson my friend! You are a genius!" He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Lestrade's phone number. "Hi, Lestrade? Yes, please contact my brother at once and give me any information that you may have on our captor's living relatives."
John mentally prayed that whatever Sherlock was deciding to pull of would end up working and no someone ending up dead, other then the suspect himself because all hell was going to literally break loose from the seams. "Why am I always the one to go along with such absurd ideas, much less even propose them to this maniac?" He muttered under his breath before once more running after Sherlock as he continued to speak to Lestrade.
