Here's chapter ten! Another short chapter, sorry, but don't worry it was originally one long chapter, but I split it in half, so good news, since I already have chapter eleven written I can get it up much sooner than I usually do. And I promise i'll get the earlier chapters fixed soon (sorry!)

Chapter 10: Kidnapped

The occupants of 221 B where in distress, all of their emotions released into the atmosphere, leaving a sense of fear hanging in the room. Everyone displayed their emotions differently, Irene paced quickly, wringing her hands nervously as visions of her daughter's situation flew through her mind, and looks of panic, worry, and dread encompassed her face as her heels clicked on the wooden floor. John, sat on the couch with his hands cupping his face, guilt and worry radiating off of him, he should have opened the door and checked on her, he viciously barraged himself. Sherlock on the other hand, took a much different approach. He went into Elsie's room and surveyed the scene, taking in everything, and running various scenarios in his head. Although covering his own internal dilemma at his baby daughter's disappearance with cold deductions.

Noticing Sherlock's absence, John and Irene, peered in on him in nursery. Upon looking in the bedroom, they saw Sherlock precariously hanging his upper body out of the the two story window.

"What the hell are you doing?" John demanded, the magnitude of the situation making him sharp.

"The kidnapper came in through this window, so he's athletic,"turning around he walked towards the crib,"he took her while she was still asleep, or we would have heard her, so he had to be careful not to wake her when he left." Turning back towards the window he continued, "Now you can't just jump out a two story window with a baby, at least without extreme damage, so he probably had an accomplice who held the ladder. How do I know there was a ladder?" he asked rhetorically, slight panic quickening the pace of his voice, he jerked his finger back at the window, "skid marks on the sill, consistent with a wobbly ladder, so there had to have been another kidnapper. No one could have safely escaped down a ladder like that with their hands full without someone supporting it."

Keeping pace with the detective, Irene exclaimed, "And look at these footprints, he was limping." pointing at slight indentations on the carpet.

"Yes his foot was run over by a vehicle, most likely the one the kidnappers escaped in." Sherlock inferred, bending down and carefully retrieving a small piece of rubber caked with red sediment from the floor. Standing up abruptly , he quickly glanced at his phone, he exclaimed,

"I know where they went!"