Chapter twelve

"John!" Sherlock roared from the living room. "John!". Sherlock kicked in the bathroom door, where John was brushing his teeth.

"Bloody hell Sherlock , What could be so important?" john grumble returning to brushing his teeth. Sherlock grabbed john firmly by the shoulder and turned him to face him.

" where is Elona?" Sherlock asked staring deep into John's eyes. "John where is my sister?"

John gave Sherlock a quizzical look, and then rolled his eyes. " she went to go see Mycroft." sighing as he walked toward his room "and now if you don't mind me I am going to go change into clothes now."

John walked out of his room thoroughly frustrated just to run into and equally agitated Sherlock. "what's your problem , Sherlock?" John snapped.

"John , when did she leave?"

" about six this morning. Why?" Sherlock turned around and started grumbling. "Sherlock , why?"

Sherlock dialed Elona's number and held the phone to john. John accepted the phone. Elona's voice mail kicked in wasn't Elona voice on the machine it was Moriarty's . John met Sherlocks eyes every inch of him filled with terror.

"He made his move." Sherlock stated staring out the window. "the game is on."

"a game? Sherlock , your sister isn't a pawn , and this isn't a game! She could be dead!"

"doubtful, Moriarty needs her alive. He want to inflict as much pain as possible."

"what's the plan , Sherlock?"

" simple John , we wait."