Alrighty then, this is Chapter 5! Thanks to my reviewers for chapter 4, Rocking the Redhead and Clufie, as well as anyone who added me onto their alert list. We're back to Molly and Lestrade in this chapter, and we get to find out a little bit of Molly's side of the story. I hope you enjoy!
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When Lestrade arrived at 221 Baker Street, the first thing he noticed was the bullet ridden door. He knocked anyway, out of habit, and then entered. That's where he met a very ruffled Molly Hooper having a cup of tea with an incredibly calm Mrs Hudson, who was staring down the nearest conscious man, whose mouth, ankles, elbows, wrists, and knees were all duct taped together.

"I see you took care of them." He turned to the man. "Never underestimate the elderly, my boy."

Molly looked up from her cup of tea, eyes tear stained, and all but jumped onto Lestrade.
"Oh, detective, I'm so glad you're here. They took Sherlock and John, I don't know where, there's been nothing, he hasn't contacted or anything."

Lestrade was startled, but not overly surprised at the amount that Molly seemed to care for Sherlock. He did find it strange though, as he remembered that Sherlock was horrifically insensitive to Molly this time last year. Although, it'd been the first time that he'd ever seen Sherlock to apologise to anyone, so that alone had made that particular Christmas memorable for him.

"Breathe, Molly. I've got some officers and forensics coming down as we speak, and enough cars to cart all of these guys out of your flat, Mrs Hudson."

"Thank you, dear. Sorry you couldn't come in more... jovial circumstances. I'll go and fix you a cup of tea."

And with that she scurried off to the kitchen, leaving Lestrade and Molly alone in the living area. He gently led her to the couch, and they sat down opposite to each other.

"Molly, I need you to tell me what happened. Go slow; think about if there was anything different about these guys, anything that will help us identify them. Hair colour, height, any tattoos or piercings, weight, just... anything that'll help us to figure out who has Sherlock and John."

Molly sighed, staring down at her empty teacup, subconsciously swirling it as she spoke.
"I told you already about this morning, with the cat. As I went to the kitchen, there was a man there, waiting for me. He had a mask... a... goblin mask on... He had a suit on. Ummm... I don't know the colour, it was too dark, but I think it was a light coloured shirt, maybe white. He grabbed me, put a black bag over my head, and said that if I didn't walk out and do as he said, he'd shoot me. He had an exotic accent; I'm not exactly sure which one. I did as he said, and he put me into the back of a vehicle... I think it was a van. We weren't alone... there were, about three different men there with me. Not including the driver. They drove me somewhere, I didn't know where... and then we stopped... and..."

Molly's entire body had started shaking, the tears threatening to reappear on her face. Lestrade put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, and with a voice full of concern asked, "What happened, Molly? Did they hurt you? Just... breathe. It's all over now."

With that Molly pulled herself together, and took a deep breath before going on.
"Then they brought me here, they took the bag off my head, cut the cable tie they'd put on my hands, and pushed me up to the door. They told me to knock, and held guns up to me." She turned slightly, facing the window. "If anything happens to Sherlock, it's all my fault... I should have done something..."

Lestrade sighed. "Molly. There's nothing you could have done. They'd just go after someone else close to Sherlock. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be fine." But even as the words left his mouth, Lestrade desperately hoped that he was right.

Well, that was a little bit heavier than usual, right? (wrong?!) I sincerely hope you liked it, and I hope to hear from you in a review. Please, don't be shy. I would like to hit 10 reviews by the time I post tomorrow, if it's not too much to ask.
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Kimbee