Upstairs in 221B, John had come by to visit with Sherlock and to see how things were going regarding Arabella's case. He found no one there and after even checking 221C he figured the couple must have gone out. John was still quite stunned by the development of the relationship between Sherlock and Arabella, he was still very happy for them. For the longest time he had believed that Sherlock would be far better off if he had some kind of relationship. Although it really didn't change him that much, he still believed that having Arabella in his life was a very positive thing overall. Arabella was almost too good for him. She never complained about his behavior, she took a keen interest in his work, and she was so sweet and patient with him. Other women would probably have been driven insane by him.

As John sat leisurely in his chair for the return of his friends, he jumped when the door swung open and Sherlock stormed inside the room. Sherlock didn't even notice John, he instantly rushed to his laptop.

"Sherlock, are you alright?" John asked.

"Do I look like I'm alright?" he snarled in reply.

John stood up, taken aback by the nature of his reply. "What's happened?"

Sherlock kept his eyes solely focused on the screen. "Our suspects came out of hiding and they abducted Arabella."

John's eyes widened. "What? When?"

"Moments ago. Lestrade called and said that Jason had escaped with help, and that help came in the form of Logan. Not only that, but Todd was close by as well. I tried to bring her back here safely, but those bastard ambushed us and they took her!"

Swearing under his breath he shook his head in utter disbelief. "What do we do now?"

"Find them," Sherlock stated flatly as he continued to type, more like slam on the keys. "I am going to trace Arabella's phone, hopefully those morons won't have taken it and turned it off."

As the phone was being traced, Lestrade came bounding up the stairs, stopping in the doorframe to catch his breath.

"You're a bit late, Lestrade," Sherlock growled. "Arabella was abducted just minutes ago."

Lestrades eyes widened at those words. "Damn it! I came as fast as I could, I attempted to get the information regarding the SUV's plates, but it was taking longer than expected, they will be texting me with the results when they come in."

They weren't coming in fast enough to ease Sherlock's anger. Neither were the results for the trace on her phone. He was growing extremely impatient with each passing second which he was denied results. He had no idea what Arabella was going through at that very moment. His mind projected the very last image of her he witnessed: her beautiful face, contorted in an expression of pure terror, her lovely voice screaming his name at the top of her lungs. Knowing all the details of the case, he knew that these men wouldn't kill her. They needed her alive if they were after any financial gain. Still, there was no telling what they would do in order to get what they wanted. No amount of time could be wasted.

A small chirp emitted into the room interrupting the tense situation at hand. Recognizing it as his phone, Lestrade pulled it from his pocket and read the text message which he had just received. His eyebrows drew together as he read it.

"That SUV was registered to a woman," he announced before shaking his head. "It's possible that these men stole it.

Sherlock's eyes snapped up from the screen before him, a brand new theory rose within his brilliant mind. Turning toward Lestrade's phone his eyes narrowed a bit at the name he saw on the screen.

"Why do I know that name?" he murmured as the wheels in his brain began to turn furiously, calling up everything he could about that name.

John also glanced at the name on the phone screen. "As I recall she was at the center of a pretty big scandal when her husband died recently. As I understand this is the second death of a husband she's had, the first time she inherited quite a lot of money, but this time she didn't."

"Moreover both husbands apparently committed suicide by taking poison. Honestly there are rumors circling that there are too many coincidences between the deaths, plus she wasn't quite one to grieve for very long before she married this latest husband. She was a widow for less than six months before she married again, and to someone even wealthier than the last," Lestrade mentioned.

Shaking his head, Sherlock pulled up another page on his laptop. "No, no. I'm well aware of the details of this matter, but there is more to that name."

Typing the name into a search, he began looking over all of the results which came back. It took him only moments for him to find what he was looking for. A smirk crossed his face when he looked upon the very piece of information he needed.

"She has been married three times," he announced. "Before marrying her second husband, she was not going by her maiden name. She went by the name of her first husband, who she divorced eighteen years ago. I don't think the SUV was stolen, when the very same person who owns it happens to be Arabella's estranged mother, Camille Harrington."

Lestrade and John looked at one another, completely stunned by this revelation. All this time they had thought it was someone who had been right there with Arabella during the time she had been a singer, but to hear it was in fact a member of her family who she hadn't seen in years...that just changed everything.

"And it all makes perfect sense," he continued. "Arabella told me that her mother had always wanted a life of luxury and wealth, so much so that she abandoned her husband and daughter to pursue that life. Yet now that her daughter is a famous singer with millions to spare, she wants to take advantage of that. Just before the first attempted abduction, Camille had approached Arabella wanting to be part of her life again but she refused."

John was able to piece together the rest of the story. "So because Arabella refused, she had to take drastic measures and abduct her. She must have made arrangements with these men who took her to bring her to her."

"Exactly."

Lestrade was still having trouble fitting in one last part of the case. "But what about the threats she was sent? All of that happened previous to the abduction."

Sherlock nodded. "Camille must have wanted to scare Arabella back into her life. With no other family to run to, she was probably assuming that in such an hour of distress that Arabella would be vulnerable and might be willing to accept her back, needing that nurturing figure in her life. Only Arabella wants nothing to do with such a person, she did not count on that."

Nodding, Lestrade thought that theory was very plausable. Now they had one last thing they needed to do, find Arabella.

Turning back to his laptop, the search for the signal from Arabella's phone had been completed and it was displaying its current location. Sherlock felt a sense of relief knowing that there was an active signal. Smiling a bit to himself, he knew that there was now a trail for them to follow, and it was leading right to the address which Lestrade had acquired for Camille Harrington.

Inside the SUV Arabella's heart was pounding with severe force. She was extremely afraid, she had now been taken by the men who had been threatening her for so long. When the vehicle had sped off with Jason behind the wheel, Arabella had tried to struggle and free herself from her captors, but with both Todd and Logan flanking her in the back seat and preventing her from escaping, it was an attempt in vain. In order to ensure she couldn't do anymore than struggle, the man had bound her wrists with duct tape and applied a strip over her lips. There was no possibility of escaping this time.

How could they have known where she was? How long had they been planning this? Where were they taking her? What would they do to her? A flurry of questions like those were spinning through her fevered brain like an uncontrollable firestorm. Her emotions were just as wild, feeling too much all at once that it put a whole new strain on her heart. The fear instilled in her made her eyes begin to allow tears to fall. The only thing which would make her feel better now was the safety of Sherlock's embrace. He had saved her before, but now she had been snatched from his side. How she kept screaming within her mind for him, begging him to save her. Despite her frantic thoughts and emotional displays, she knew deep down that he would not let her down. He was going to find her and bring her home safely. All she had to do was wait and keep herself sane.

Being between two of the men she had formerly trusted, well Todd she trusted the very least, made her want to scream and thrash her body away from all contact with them. A few times she made attempts to struggle, but he and Logan were always able to grip her arms and hold her still. Their hands gripped her so tightly that Arabella feared that she might gain bruises on her fair skin.

"Quit it!" Logan ordered her sternly. "You might have been able to get away before, but you're not getting away this time!"

Todd wore a very vile smirk on his lips. "We knew you had to be close to that detective, it was just a matter of waiting to come and get you. It all worked so perfectly," he said before stroking her cheek.

His action made Arabella recoil in sheer disgust, a muffled cry was the only noise she could make. Todd's smirk only grew as he combed his fingers through her hair. Once again, hating this affectionate touch coming from her ex-boyfriend, Arabella struggled to get away from him, even striking his hand away from her with her bound hands. Both Todd and Logan chuckled at this.

"Quite a wildcat isn't she?" Logan commented.

Todd's smirk never vanished. "She sure is. Wait until she finds out what is in store for her," he said in an almost teasing way.

Arabella had no idea what that was supposed to mean, but whatever was planned for her, she knew it was absolutely horrible. If these men had gone out of their way to make sure that she was under their watch, it was for a very important reason. Likely one which would be bad news for her, as to how bad, that was yet to be determined. Things got even worse for her when Logan then noticed the outline of her phone in her jeans pocket and took it from her. He then pulled the battery from it, effectively cutting off any signal Sherlock might be tracing. Arabella remembered how he had given her this phone and had said he could trace it. Hopefully he was able to see the signal before it cut out.

Soon the car stopped in front of a flat unfamiliar to her. The three men got out before Logan and Todd dragged Arabella out and up the steps leading into the flat. She barely could get her legs to work properly they were dragging her so quickly. Once again she tried to free herself from their clutches, run as fast as she could to the nearest busy public place to call for help, but for all her effort she was still brought inside the flat and the door was slammed behind her. Soon she was brought into a lavishly decorated living room before she was released. Arabella had no time to react, her legs gave out beneath her and she fell to her knees causing her to produce a muffled cry. Jason then walked to her and quickly ripped off the strip of duct tape from her lips, she cried out again audibly from the pain before bringing her bound hands to her lips which stung from the sensation.

"We've brought her, just as you wanted," Jason announced to another person in the room.

Arabella shivered and closed her eyes as she remained on her knees, she was afraid to look up and see who it was who had given the command to bring her to this place, and in such a horrible fashion.

"Oh, Jason," a feminine voice began. "How good it is to see you again. And thank you boys for bringing her."

That voice.

Arabella's eyes shot open, gazing at the wood floor beneath her. That voice had become like nails on a chalkboard to her, only because there one no one else with that voice. The one person who possessed this voice was one of the few people who she could ever despise. Slowly her head rose, her eyes did not widen in shock when her eyes confirmed her horrible realization. They narrowed in absolute disgust and hatred.

"You..." she snarled.

Camille smirked at her daughter's reaction. "Well that is a pretty unladylike way to greet your mother."

"It was all you..." Arabella hissed.

"Yes, my dear.

Her face contorted with a hint of anger as her eyes narrowed more, resembling a very agitated coiled cobra which was ready to strike at any second.

"Why? Why would you do this?" she demanded.

A pleased smile then replaced the smirk. "I told you, my dear. I wanted you back in my life, but you refused. So I had to take drastic measures. I thought that you might want to accept me considering how your well-being had been threatened, that maybe you would want to accept your mother's love again and keep you away from all of that. Apparently I was wrong."

Her eyebrows drew together at this. "Wait, you knew about those threats?"

"Of course, dear. I arranged it all. When I discovered you were this incredibly famous singer, I just had to see you again. I met with Rick in order to arrange a meeting between you and I, but when he told me that you had a desire to leave this luxurious life you had been blessed with, well I just couldn't allow that. So, I made a few arrangements with him and with these fine men here to make sure that you were warned, hoping you wouldn't think of leaving your career."

Within less than a second, all of Arabella's fear was replaced with unbridled rage and fury. Her jaw clenched and she found the strength she had been lacking before. Rising to her feet she stared down her mother.

"And it was all because I achieved fame and money, the very things you wanted!" she snapped. "So that's what this has been all about. You just want me back in your life so you can use my money as freely as you want! What about your rich husband?"

Camille rolled her eyes. "Harrington? That bastard left me nothing! After everything I did for him, he left me nothing of his estate!"

"So you think you can just waltz back into my life and use my career for your own gain? Well forget it! I never truly wanted this life! And it all came to me only because Rick murdered my father!" she yelled.

At this Camille snorted. "Oh yes, Rick told me all about that. Poor Nathan, he really didn't see your potential. What a stupid man."

Arabella's very little bit of restraint broke when Camille uttered those words. Those vile words, giving no sympathy whatsoever to her deceased father, struck her heart mercilessly. Lunging at her mother, Arabella unleashed a loud cry which would even make a banshee cower in fear and aimed to strike Camille. Her reaction made Camille stumble backwards a bit, Jason and Logan quickly grabbed hold of Arabella who put up a fight and struggled even more than before.

"LET ME GO!" she screamed.

Camille looked down upon her daughter with disappointment. "No, Arabella. You're going to go back to the life you once had, singing and touring as Blair Ravenna."

Glaring back at Camille she snarled, "And what makes you think I will do that? You don't control me!"

"Maybe not, but your husband will ensure that you do as you're told."

That statement made Arabella stop suddenly. "What are you talking about?"

Camille smiled again. "Oh that's another little arrangement I made. To ensure you don't escape, and to ensure that I get what I want as well, I have arranged for you to be married to someone who I know you will be happy with," before gesturing to a smirking Todd.

Arabella's eyes widened in shock. "You...have...GOT to be kidding me! I loathe him!"

Todd chuckled. "This coming from the woman who dated me for months."

Her angered look returned to her face. "You approached me, and we were never in love. I never loved you and I never will!"

"Clearly she needs to cool down," Camille commented. "Put her in the closet and lock it."

As Logan and Jason dragged her to the closet, Arabella struggled again but was soon pushed inside the closet before the door shut behind her. She fell against a bunch of coats as they shoved her before falling to the floor. Hearing the click of a lock on the other side, she knew she was locked inside this small, dark closet. There was a small amount of light seeping in under the door, but it was still very dark to her.

Trying to remain calm despite all of the horrible things she had been told, Arabella curled up on the floor and began to breathe evenly in and out. This was a far more dangerous plot than she anticipated. First, her mother wanted to take advantage of her daughter by forcing her to stay in the career she so hated only to become a complete leech and take in all the money. Second, in order to keep her under control, Camille wanted to force Arabella to marry Todd. Todd would make sure that Arabella did everything she was told to do, and it would keep her unattainable by other men. This was not good. Part of her wanted to cry, but the rest of her wanted to fight. Now that her anger had been unleashed, she could barely contain it once more. Just waiting for Sherlock to come and save her like a damsel in distress was not an option. She had to do something and not allow these horrible people win and get everything they wanted from her.

Minutes later her eyes had adjusted a little and she could make out the things around her. Cautiously she stood up as to not make any noise to alert the others outside who were talking amongst themselves. Arabella began searching through the pockets of the many coats, looking for anything which might be useful. Her hands were still bound together, making her attempts rather challenging but she continued on. Feeling through the very expensive fur, leather and wool coats, she could find nothing which would be helpful. Moving on to the handbags on the top shelf she dug through them looking for something, anything.

Finally her hands found something which felt like a permanent marker. Placing the purse back she brought the object closer to the light at the bottom of the door, finding that it was indeed a marker. Maybe she could leave a message for Sherlock, before her phone signal gave out he must have been able to track her down to a certain point. If he did come here, she would be able to know that she had been there. Remaining very quiet, she began listening to her mother and the others talking for anything which might be pertinent in a message for Sherlock to find.

The chatting between the four people outside went on for several minutes, but there was nothing in their conversation which she felt was important enough. Arabella grew very impatient, hoping that they would say something. Keeping herself quiet she continued to listen intently.

"Alright, it's time for us to get moving," Camille suddenly said. "Head down to the car and I will meet all of you momentarily. I just have to grab a few things," she said before the sound of her heels retreating into a back room.

"So where is this place again?" Jason asked.

Logan groaned. "What's the matter with you? Oh wait, that's right you were in jail all this time. Hang on, I'll show you."

This could possibly be the information she was waiting for. Listening closer than ever, she hoped she would be able to hear all of the details about this location which they would be going soon. Taking in the kind of location, a chapel, and the address, Arabella quickly uncapped the marker and began writing these details on the wall in front of her. Just as she finished, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She dropped down to the floor, slipping the open marker to the back corner of the closet, she curled up in a ball and hoped they would not notice what she had done. The door unlatched and opened, allowing a flood of light to enter. Logan immediately grabbed her and dragged her out of the closet. Arabella put up another fight in order to get away from them, but there was no use. Logan was far too strong for her. Looking back over her shoulder as they dragged her out the door, she noticed that the door remained open a little which pleased her. Hopefully Sherlock would notice this, then again he noticed absolutely everything. Somehow she knew that Sherlock was on his way, he would find her. Knowing that they were now going to be taking her to a chapel, she knew they had to be planning to do the marriage ceremony between her and Todd. Oh how she hoped that Sherlock would come soon.

Sherlock, please find me. Find my message and come for me, I love you.

Sherlock, John and Lestrade had raced downstairs before getting into Lestrade's car and racing toward Camille's address. Sherlock looked down at his laptop as they drove, keeping an eye on the trace on Arabella's phone in case the abductors decided to take a different route and go elsewhere. So far the trace indicated that they were headed towards Camille's home, which was a good thing. Just moments into their trip, the trace vanished and was completely undetectable. Knowing that the men had to have discovered the cell phone, Sherlock let out an angered growl as he nearly slammed the top of the laptop down.

"What's wrong?" John asked.

"They disabled the trace on her phone, I can't follow it anymore," he snapped.

John could tell that his friend was extremely aggravated by this, he couldn't blame him. "Just relax, Sherlock. We know the address, they have to have taken her there."

Sherlock was uninterested in hearing John's attempt to calm him. As close as they were to catching Camille and the men she hired to abduct Arabella, he was still very angry that the abduction happened. While this at least revealed who was truly involved, he wanted his girlfriend to be absolutely safe. Not knowing what sort of condition she was in at that time bothered him very much. No matter what, he would do everything in his power to get her back.

When Lestrade pulled up in front of the flat which Camille owned, the three men ran up to the front door. Upon entering the flat they found the lights left on, but they looked within each room of the flat to find that there was no signs of life. Sherlock searched the living room when his eyes suddenly noticed a familiar mobile device. Reaching down to the coffee table he took hold of a cell phone and battery which matched it. It was Arabella's. So they had brought her there.

"There's no one here," John said aloud.

"They were here," Sherlock announced. "They had to have left just minutes before we got here," he said showing them the phone.

Lestrade sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "And we have no idea where they took her."

Sherlock inhaled before preparing to exhale, when something registered as an unusual scent invading his sense of smell. He exhaled before sniffing again, finding it once again. His eyebrows drew together as he tried to comprehend what this smell was. It was one he recognized, but he had to figure out where it was coming from. Slowly he walked across the floor, tuning out both Lestrade and John who were trying to get his attention when they noticed this change in him. Continuing to sniff the air he tracked the origin of the strong smell to a closet with an ajar door. Opening the door he was hit with the very strong smell of a permanent marker. Kneeling down he searched until he found the open marker, presenting it for the other men to see.

"It's not dried out," he told them before turning on the closet light.

Sherlock then discovered the message which had been left. Reading it over, he felt a sliver of relief and he smiled faintly, extremely pleased that Arabella had been so resourceful to leave them this piece of vital information in their pursuit to find her.

That's my girl, he thought to himself.

"Look," Sherlock said as he pointed to the wall. "Arabella was placed in this closet while they were here and she left us a message, telling us where they took her. This is her handwriting, without a doubt.

Lestrade read the words which the black marker had written upon the white wall. "It's a chapel...what on earth would they be taking her to a chapel for?"

A rather uncomfortable thought ran through Sherlock's mind, he only hoped that this theory was wrong. Usually he was always right and hated to be proved wrong, but for once he hoped that this thought was incorrect.

"I don't know, but something tells me that it is not a good reason that they took her there. We have to hurry."

Hey everyone! I hope that all of you enjoyed this new chapter! Finally we have now found out who the true mastermind behind this entire plot was and exactly what Camille's plans for Arabella are. So will Sherlock, John and Lestrade be able to reach her in time? You'll find out soon! Next chapter will be very interesting and intense. Thank you so much to everyone who commented on this story, I always love hearing from all of you! nightowl's words: Thank you very much, I am so glad that you are enjoying this story! And thank you to everyone who favorited and followed this story, I really appreciated it! :)