CHAPTER 14. SEARCHING

Sherlock sent another chair flying across the room it splintered hitting another wall.

"Sherlock if you are QUITE THROUGH!" Mycroft snarled angrily. "You are not contributing to the situation, only to the chaos! I will have you sedated if I must!" The older Holmes stood behind his desk his grey eyes meeting those of his brother's.

"This! THIS! Is your fault! WHERE WERE YOU? Your men? For all the surveillance! Now that psychopath has my son! MY SON, Mycroft! My son and my mate!" Sherlock almost choked on the last words. John, his John was gone, taken. Someone had taken him last night. They were holding him over night. They had him. They had him all night and into today. Was he alive? There was no note no demands. What was Moriarty doing with him? To him?

Then before Sherlock could realize John's disappearance they took Sherrinford! They took him right from the carnival grounds. His son. Oh God. The walls were closing in, red was hazing Sherlock's vision, anger, uncontrollable anger and loss. So much loss. If they were dead? He would have no reason to go on.

How could Mycroft let this happen, how could-

"You forget brother." Mycroft took several deep breaths, his hand clasping the back of his chair, he was standing and trying to maintain calm. He needed the clear head needed to find Alex, John and Sherrinford. Moriarty would die this time very slowly and at his hands perhaps personally. Mycroft didn't like to get his hands dirty but in this instance he would make the exception.

"My son too has been taken." Another deep breath, the words were dangerous, wanting to cripple and immobilize, then Mycroft concentrated on his goal. "I suggest you become useful and use that bloody genius of yours and help find a clue as to where he's staying. Perhaps you can get into touch with your underground? That homeless network you favor so much. Someone has to know something, has to have heard something. But if you are going to impede and throw a tantrum so help me Sherlock Alastair Holmes I will have you sedated and bound to a bed in some safe house until the children and John are found. So I strongly recommend you snap the bloody hell out of this distress and act like an Alpha and HELP ME!"

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Lestrade was having no luck, his men were combing the carnival scene with Mycroft's agents. He made sure that Mrs. Hudson was taken to Harry's, where the place was now heavily guarded. Lorry hadn't been taken but the child was still at risk. Knowing that psychopath Moriarty he would attempt to take the last of their pups. God, but what for?

Sherlock breezed past him with a growl and snapped for the officers to get out of his way as he entered the scene.

"Their phones are here somewhere."

"Phones?" Lestrade frowned.

"Yes, the mobiles! Mycroft checked the gps and it showed them as being here. In this vicinity. I need to see them! And now." Sherlock snatched a torch from one of the Beta constables. "Have your men move back! They are trampling the crime scene." Sherlock threw over his shoulder his coat trailing behind him like a cape.

"You heard him! Everyone back!"

Sherlock caught the scent of his son and the faint underlining sour of fear, it was here there were taken right out of the house of mirrors. The scuff marks on the floor proved that the boys had run. He found Ford's jacket with a sleeve ripped by one of the pushed over mirrors. Not real glass so there wasn't any shards anywhere. He took the coat and found his son's scent still strong, the sleeve had been ripped. Sherlock could see clearly his son had been caught by the arm but pulled out of his jacket quickly scrambling forward. Someone bigger pushed the mirror down to block his escape. Alex would have been unwilling to leave his young cousin behind. Sherlock could see his nephew's shoe prints high on the back of another toppled mirror. One of the bastards had caught him up by the waist and Alex had kicked out both boys had. Sherlock held the jacket to his face once more breathing deep. Allowing his sons scent to calm him, he could smell himself and John mixed into the material. Ford, brave, vulnerable, clever Ford. His coat pocket held his mobile. Dead. Sherlock searched the area and found his way past the toppled mirrors cutting through the maze he followed the path his family had been taken.

The grass outside the back door had tyre tracks, but there was something else, a cage waited, something the size of a medium dog kennel. His stomach turned the children had been tossed into a damn cage, like animals. He took a deep breath willing the rage to calm. He needed a clear head. Looking now he jumped from the back metal steps of the mirror house.

Something caught his attention immediately it was the reflection of the dimming light of his torch off the metal steps. It caught a reflective surface. Sherlock found his nephew's phone. The battery was long dead he needed to find a charger or a battery. He removed the memory card placing it into his own phone scanning the files he found exactly what he was looking for.

The video file played, "Oh you clever clever boy!" Sherlock smiled "Way too clever to be Mycrofts!" he watched the audio was muffled due to the fact the younger boy was struggling against his attacker.

"Why are you doing this!? Who are you?" the twelve year old shouted.

"Shut it kid! Stop fighting! Dammit!"
"Ryan! Get that kid muzzled! The other one bit me! Just get him in the damn kennel before someone sees us!" It was too late, someone had, Alex knew he was going to be taken, he wouldn't abandon his cousin either. So the young boy was sure to capture images and voices of both criminals before dropping his phone.

"Fuck! He bit me!" The man holding Alex growled, slamming the younger kid into the side of the kennel.

"My father will find us!" Ford shouted angrily "and my Uncles, there's nowhere you can hide that they won't! And it's you who will be sorry!"

Sherlock couldn't make out his sons face but his voice his beautiful voice rang with such conviction.

"Get them in the truck Jonas!" The other man growled, "Damn kid!"

Alex yelled out several numbers and Sherlock understood they were the licence plate. The kidnappers were of course preoccupied with getting the cage in the van to even think about it.

Sherlock could hear Alex's voice soft but reassuring "Don't worry Ford my dads will find us. They will." Then the van doors were shut and the vehicle roared away.

"Found something?" Lestrade jogged up to his brother in law.

Sherlock only held his phone and replayed the video pausing to memorize the faces of the kidnappers.