Hello to all my lovely readers who have reviewed, alerted and subscribed to this story, I am truely grateful, and I do apologise for this taking so long. I came to a tad bit of writers block, which is also why I'm afraid this one is a little short. but I promise you, they will get better! please review! xx oh and the poem is by a author called Leo Conway and is called loved the sea. xx

Holmes sat up straight in his seat and turned to face his companion, an interested expression wound its way onto his handsome face as the doctor sat opposite him, tearing open the off white envelope and dropping it to the floor as he hastily retrieved the paper from inside. He cleared his throat before reading the letter out loud to the detective.

"Once ago I loved the sea
And as I did, it loved me
But I found another love for me
And she became my bride to be
We were as happy as can be
Unlike my old love, the sea
She was meant for me
But she did not like it that sea
So she sent a storm for me
But got my bride to be
I must love the sea
Or it will keep coming after me
That evil sea
She is happy that sea
As happy as me
When I had my bride to be
I'll never be
Happy as can be
When my bride to be
Is with that evil sea"

B xx

Watson scrunched his face up at the poem, "A poem? Why would she send a poem? Why wouldn't she tell us she's okay, or where she is?" he exclaimed loudly.

Holmes turned to face his friend, his eyebrows raised in surprise, "one case involving your sister, and all all I've taught you flies out the window! Do you not think Watson, that if she could have told us where she was outright, she would have."

Watson blushed and hung his head, clearly ashamed that he had jumped over all rational reasoning. Holmes lit his pipe and sucked on the tip gently, his dark eyes clouding over.

"But she has told us where she is" he mused. Turning his attention back out the window to the rain filled streets.

Watson rubbed is tired eyes, and tightened his cravat uncomfortably, "She did? Where?"

"There you go again Watson. Thinking in straight lines. She is somewhere close to the docks." Holmes stood from his chair, bowing his head quickly to make sure he had a tight grip on the unknown object he had been clutching, and made his way to the door of the chaotic living room. Opening the heavy door, he paused and looked at his friend, who was intently studying the letter once more, desperately trying to fathom where Holmes had sprung to his conclusion of her whereabouts. "She repeats the sea, a number of times. The closest place to the sea in our industrious city? The Docks."

The doctor's eyes widened in realisation as he read the poems lines through again.

"Get your over coat and waders Watson. We are headed to the docks." he proclaimed walking out of the room, the door closing with a resounding bang behind him.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Bonnie sighed as she watched the swarms of men, women and children bustling about on the busy dockside below her window. The panes of glass were cloudy with dirt and her exhalation of breath, but she could still make out the occasional face. A young sailor, stood on the gang plank of a ship in full navy uniform and a canvas bag slung over his shoulder was being hugged and kissed goodbye by a weeping older woman in black, she guessed to be his mother, A dirty faced little street girl sat on a barrel, her fragile shoulders shivering in the cold and her wet hair sticking to her face as she held small flowers up to the passers by, her tiny feet were blackened with dirt and looked so sore Bonnie's heart almost broke watching her.

"There is nothing for you out there dear." called the slime laced voice of her captor from the fireside . "Your detective isn't coming for you."

She turned her head to face him sharply, her pretty brown eyes narrowing at him as she stared. "And you know that how? My brother loves me, he wouldn't give up looking for me." and Holmes, he wouldn't leave me … I hope. She thought as she turned back to the window, a single tear sliding its way down her pale cheek.

A creek and a heavy pair of footsteps made her shoulders tense as her captor made his way towards her.

"You think that detective will rescue you do you? You think he will find you to mend the hole in his heart? I think you are sorely mistaken Miss Bonnie Watson. I know for a fact an old acquaintance of mine and Mr Holmes is on her way now to see him. And I know, there's no way he'll turn her away." he breathed, his close proximity making the loose hair at her neck stir and stand on end.

A sob caught in her throat as she saw the framed photograph of a beautiful, dark haired woman sitting a table in 221B in her mind, and realised that he was right, she was no contest in his affections between her and the legendary Irene Adler.