A/N: Just so everyone knows this chapter does have some kidnapping bits, and so dark stuff, so will the next one. So be warned. And I hope you enjoy.
When My arrived at the park, it was completely empty except for a few mothers with strollers and their children. My ran through the park, looking for any sign of Greg he could find. But there was none. He had wandered in circles a hundred times, he had talked to the police who said he hadn't been inside, and he had called him a thousand times to no avail. He called everyone he knew, anyone with power, and no one knew anything. He was listening to the wind when he realized he was alone. Everyone had disappeared. Sherlock was safe, but Greg was not. His Alpha instincts tugged on his heart. All he could think about was finding him, saving him, being with him.
That's when he saw it. Under the bench a smashed phone, the exact same model as Greg's. It was broken into a thousand pieces, as if someone smashed it with a hammer. Running over to the officers, he showed them the phone, which if you looked closely you could see the engraving 'For my love-My'.
"What does this mean? Does this mean we can find him? " He begged desperately, looking for any sort of answer in the face of the man in front of him. And not finding even one in his blank expression.
"It means that someone has a broken phone, it doesn't mean that its your husbands, and it also doesn't mean that he was abducted. But we will test it to find out." He said using a glove to pick up the phone.
"Theres an engraving, and he's my Fiancé..." He mumbled under his breath.
"What?" The officer replied.
"He's my fiancé. We aren't married yet. We uh...just decided.." Mycroft said, losing his words as they fell off his tongue.
"Ok and where's your son..." He asked before looking down at the paperwork in hand. "I mean brother?"
"He's with the neighbor. Mrs. Hudson. She said that she would watch him..until..." My was in shock, he couldn't cope, his body wouldn't let him.
"You need sleep, you need to go home, we cleared the house. We will call you when we know something. "He said patting him on the back and guiding him towards the white house across the street. He felt so useless, he couldn't do anything, all he was supposed to do was wait, and really that's all he knew how to do. So that's what he did. He went home. He got in their bed. He hugged Greg's pillow, which still had his scent lingering. And he sobbed. He sobbed like he had never sobbed before. He cried and with every tear he felt a little bit less shocked and a lot more angry. But not hot-headed temper angry, he felt motivationally angry. His sobs moved him to find the men who did this and cause them as much pain as they were causing his family at this moment. They would pay. When he found the men who were behind this he would lock them in a pit and leave them there, alone, forever.
When Greg woke up his head was throbbing. He was shaken and confused. With pain rippling through his body. He was hurt, laying in a puddle of what he assumed to be water, but that could have just as easily been his own blood. On the bright side he was no longer wearing a bag over his head. Though it was dark he could make out shapes around the edges of the walls. A table, a door, what look like a chair and a bed in the far corner.
The room was sparse to say the least. But really what choice did he have. He was locked in a dark, cold, and wet room with only a jumper and a light jacket. No food, no water from what he could tell. And no one else around.
"Hello! Let me out! Please!" What was he thinking, that maybe with a please the would let him go, no harm no foul? Obviously they had a reason for taking him. Yes, My was extremely wealthy and powerful, but you would think if the wanted a ransom they would have taken Sherlock. Easier to take, more accessible, and they would probably be able to negotiate more. Of course My loved him and would do anything to save him, but children were just easier.
It wasn't just random, otherwise they would have grabbed him at night instead of breaking into his home, and then taking him in broad daylight. It was obviously personal. But how, what was the connection? Every thought made his pound harder, making thinking almost impossible.
"My. I need you." He called out into the darkness that was enveloping him. He didn't dare stand up feeling the way he did already, just sitting down at that. So his decision was to stay sitting in the dark, in the puddle, and see if he could get some sleep, which seemed doubtful, but at least he could try.
Mycroft didn't sleep, how could he. His love was off somewhere, alone, he couldn't sleep in their bed without him. It felt wrong on so many levels, he couldn't sit by and watch as his family fell apart, they had worked so hard to keep them together. He needed the phone to ring and be the police saying, 'it's okay, we found him!". He needed good news it had already been ten hours, four spent in the park, six spent at home. He wanted to find Greg and have him laying there next to him. He had been so harsh on the phone, he hadn't even told him he loved him. If he had been here, Greg would be next to him, telling him some crazy thing Sherlock did.
This only made him think of what he was trying so hard not to. What if Greg never came home? He couldn't even imagine a life without him. They had never had a life without each other. My didn't know how to live without him, he was what held his life together, what made him whole, what made life worth living. Greg was more than just his family, he made everything bearable.
Greg didn't sleep, he was freezing. Wherever he was, it wasn't a luxury suite. The pain had subsided somewhat, allowing him to move enough to get to the bed. It was still incredibly painful, he could feel a bloody wound on the side of his head, a sharp pain on his left side (Probably a rib), he also seemed to have a sprained ankle, and various other smaller injuries, but it was at a manageable level.
That's when he heard the metal knob of the door turn. He didn't know what time it was but he could assume he had been down here for less than a day.
"What do you want with me?" He asked the man who came in, he was of medium height, had short, military cut hair. He was an Alpha, but he was stocky, maybe a rugby player or something. He had a beard, with significant greying throughout, he definitely seemed intimidating.
"We don't want anything from you. Your boyfriend on the other hand, he's wealthy is he not, lots of power? Now if we could hurt him, do you think that would make him loosen the grip on some of that power. From what we have seen, he loves you very much Greggy boy." He said looking through a file, which Greg assumed was either of him, My, or both of them.
"Please I have a child, I need to get back to him!" Greg said, trying to make himself seem more human.
"Oh Greggy, we both know he's not yours, not by a long shot. You are nothing more than his glorified nanny." He said, throwing a picture of Sherlock on the ground. His school picture, Greg remembered trying to get him to wear a clean shirt. The man stepped on the picture of the curly-haired boy and rubbed it into the ground. "You can forget about seeing them ever again."
Greg couldn't take his eyes off the now crumpled and muddy picture. Sher was as much his as he was My's. He had to see Sherlock again, he couldn't live without seeing his family. Greg's face looked just like the picture, it was scrunched up and covered in grime. But being able to see Sherlock's smiling face looking at him gave him a light of hope in this dark room.
"In this file, it says that you wanted children, isn't that right. But he said no? Hmm isn't that just awful." The man said as he stepped towards Greg who was now huddled on the bed. Running his fingers along his jaw line. His hand moving up his leg. "I could give you that child, that bouncing baby, would you like that?" Before pressing a kiss into his neck.
Greg was fast, his hand hit the man's face before he even had the chance to respond. Slapping him so hard it left a bright red mark across his cheek, so red you could see it even in the darkness.
"I will break you Lestrade. You'll see, I will break you." He said menacingly, as he left the room, slamming the heavy door behind him.
He had longed for a baby for a while, but not this monster's, he wanted My's baby. With his dark auburn hair, pale eyes, and his strong mind. To even imagine having a child with someone other than Mycroft frightened him, beyond belief. When you have your life planned out one way, it's scary to think of it any different. Let alone be faced with the reality that it could be changed. This was not the plan, they had everything planned, this was wrong. This made him angry.
"NO!" He screamed into the empty darkness. He would not be broken. He would be strong, he had to be for My. He wouldn't let him down. He would not let his captors break him.
His phone was ringing, it was. The first time he heard it ring, it was in a nightmare, one that had him writhing on the floor, thinking Greg was dead. The second time, it was a telemarketer, one who promptly hung up after My threatened him with everything in the book. The third time, it wasn't ringing at all. But this time, it was ringing, waiting to be answered. On the third ring My reached out and picked up the small black phone.
"Hello." That was all he could manage.
"Mycroft Holmes?"
"Yes."
"We have him. But we need your...services."
"Yes, okay, I will do anything. Just let me talk to him. Let me know he is alright." Mycroft begged. He need to know.
"He is being very uncooperative at this moment, so I am afraid that will not be possible." The voice on the other end said ominously. "But as soon as you do what we need, you can have him back, just like that."
"Okay, tell me what you need!" He shouted desperately.
"No need to shout . All we need is a few passwords that our sources have told us you can easily acquire."
"Yes, just tell me which ones, I'll do it."
"Oh and I should make you aware that if we should find any blocks, officers, or mischief of any kind, we will not hesitate to kill him. And trust me when I say we would make his death quite unpleasant." The voice said before hanging up.
A few moments later Greg had the information he needed. It was nothing overly confidential, nothing a thousand other low-level government employees couldn't give them. So why him?
That was the questioned that echoed his head constantly. Why him? He was nothing special, they were just like any other family, maybe a bit peculiar, but nothing special. So why him? He couldn't work it out. He needed more information, but right now, that wasn't going to help Greg, only doing what they wanted would. So that's what he resolved to do, one step at a time. With or without police help he would save him.
A/N: I hope you are all enjoying it, please let me know what you think. I know writing dark bits isn't really my thing, so if you have any suggestions let me know!