Hey, sorry for not updating, I was so busy! So here is Chapter 3, hope you'll like it :)
"Molly ! Where are you? What happened? Sherlock nearly shouted.
– I…"
She got cut off, Sherlock then heard a man's voice:
"Mr Holmes, isn't it? As you probably heard, I've got your… Friend. How lovely she is! Look at that little… Face."
Sherlock heard a muffled sound.
"Don't you dare touch her!
– Or what? You'll kill me ?"
He let out a long and ridiculous laugh.
"Well, continued Sherlock, you could be surprised.
– How funny you are! I really didn't think she was so important for you… Maybe you like her more than you actually think ?"
Sherlock shivered. He said:
"What do you want?
– As far as I know, your brother is in the British government, isn't he? Well, I want him to get the USB stick I'll give you, and put it on the main server of the government. I need some… Information.
– You know he'll never let me do that.
– Well, you know what will happen if not..."
He heard a little cry, from Molly.
"Don't touch her !"
But all he heard after was the painful sound of the end of a conversation.
He stayed there for minutes, his eyes utterly expressionless. He only came back to reality when he heard John coming back. He waited for him to come up. John said:
"Mike was right. No one saw her and the last time her colleagues did she was… Acting normal. Did you get some... Ehm... Sherlock ?"
He waved his hand in front of him.
"Oh ! Yes, sorry, John. The… Kidnapper called.
– What ?
– Yes, he said he'll give me an USB stick to implant in the British government servers.
– You can't do that!
– But Mycroft can. Come with me."
They ran down the stairs to take a cab. John got out first and raised to ring but Sherlock opened the door before he could do anything. He then shouted:
"Mycroft, me again, need you to do something !"
Mycroft appeared at the leaving room door.
"Knew you would cane instead of phoning.
– Well, I don't care about that, the kidnapper called."
Mycroft raised an eyebrow and then said:
"Good.
– I thought so, responded Sherlock"
John frowned. As usual, when the Holmes brothers were talking, he didn't understand everything. Sherlock took his phone and gave it to Mycroft, who connected it to his computer and took the voice recording to listen to it. As the record ran, Mycroft's face changed. He went from surprise to impossibility to do anything. Sherlock obviously saw that and his fists clenched again.
"Sherlock, started Mycroft, you know I can't…
– You'll have to, interrupted Sherlock.
– I would If I could, you know...
– I have to save Molly.
– Well we will, but…
– I can't permit Molly to be in danger anymore, I…
– For god's sake, Sherlock! She will be saved like any other...
– SHE. ISN'T. ANY. OTHER. PERSON."
Sherlock's words resonated in the room. Mycroft seemed surprised and John smiled slightly, exactly expecting that. Mycroft started again, more shyly this time:
"I'll first start to analyse the voice and see if it's in the database, but I'll need more recordings."
Like magic, Sherlock phone rang. Some unknown call. He responded, but this time put on speakers.
"Sherlock!
– Molly ! Are you okay?
– I'm… I need to know something. Did you ever…
– Aaaaaand the end, said a man's voice. Little frightened Molly is still there, and will be for long if you follow the instructions."
Sherlock heard a gun charging and Molly's squealing.
"You'll take the tube, stop to Kennington. Someone with a cowl will wait for you there. Ask him if he knows about the nearest museum, he'll give you the stick. Understood ?
– Understood."
He saw his brother doing a "continue" movement. He had to have a longer record of the voice to search something.
"Mhhh, said Sherlock, you… When am I supposed to go?
– Now, Mr Holmes. And come alone.
– Or ?
– Or, you want to see your little Molly again. Goodbye."
Sherlock ended the call and buried his face in his hand in disappointment and distress.