Molly was relived, she had just finished the last of the paper work for the night and that meant she could go iihome. All she wanted now was a nice hot bath and to cuddle up too her cat in bed. she put the paper work away and grabbed her coat and bag from theu uulucrand just as she was putting her lab coat away when she heard a noise from coming from out side the changing room. sometimes other members of the hospital stay late like she does to finsh off work or to do a night shift so she thought nothing of it, it wasn't until she went to turn off the lights in her lab when she noticed her compter stcreen was switch on that she went over and saw something that made her whole body shake
' YOUR TURN' was written all over the screen, she was just about to grab her phone when she felt a large hand cover her mouth and the tip of a gun on her neck
' now, shall we do this the easy way or the hard way'
a voice she knew said to her as she blacked out.
Sherlock was awoken to the sound of his phone ringing. he cursed as he answered it, the drug's he was taking for the pain were making him sleep in, and he hated it.
' Sherlock Holmes' he mumbled trying to get the sleep out of his eyes
' Shelock, thank god, it Greg'
Sherlock quickly sat up ' what's wrong?' he could tell something was wrong just by the tone in gregs voice
' It's Molly, she is missing and when someone went to the lab this morning they found a message, you better go and take a look, I know I said no case's but she is our friend and this is important'
' on my way' Sherlock said before putting the phone down, it was then John walked in to the room.
' Morning, was that Greg?, do you want a coffee ' he yawned putting the kettle on
' no time, it's Molly, she's missing and there is a message in the lab,and i have a feeling we both know who it will be from' Sherlock mumbled as he grabbed his coat ' you stay here and make sure Molly and the baby are safe, I'll ring if there is any new's'
' wait Sherlock...'
Sherlock was out the door and jumping into the nearest black cab before John could finish his sentence and he was off.
' St Bart's please, be quick' Sherlock shouted to the taxi driver as he shut the door, Sherlock was too worried to noticed that he was talking to himself and the taxi driver was giving him funny look's.
' you all right mate' the taxi driver asked him.
' yes fine, can we just get to the hospital' Sherlock snapped, and straight away he knew that was the wrong thing to do as the taxi driver coiled back a bit
' sorry, sorry' Sherlock muttered to the taxi driver ' long day'
' it's fine mate, i am used to it' the taxi driver said kindly then his face changed when he realised who he was
' are you Sherlock Holmes, Wow my kid is a huge fan of yours, starts uni in September, all because off you, crime scene investigation '
Sherlock turned his head so he could talk to the taxi driver.
' tell her, good luck, but also tell her that it's hard, you have seen what happens to people like me, but if she want's to do it, good luck to her, I think her mother doesn't agree' Sherlock shifted to one side and had a proper look at the taxi driver, not many people talked to him like a proper human being- people gasped at him or acted like he was a god of some kind, this man was talking to him like a friend
the Taxi man didn't seemed surprises with the outburst like other people, in fact he went along with it
' yeah, my wife wanted her to be in a safe job, not hanging around murder scene's and dead body's all day, but my abbey isn't one for hanging around a office all day, she likes the outdoors and not afraid of the blood and gut's that come with the job of crime scene's, anyway she shut her mother up when she said it was that or working in the lab's cutting up the body's'
' what's your kid's full name?'
' Abbey Jones'
' well tell Abbey if she still want's to work with the crime lab when had finished school to go to new Scotland yard and ask for Sherlock Holmes- say her name is Abbey Jones, that will get her a job'
The taxi driver looked up from were they were parked and gave a gave him a stare
' why would like to help her?'
Sherlock answered as he paid ' because, i know how lonely this job can be, and she will need a friend when she starts and i am willing to get her started- as well as that it is not a easy life, one that many people can't cope with- i will make sure she does' with that Sherlock left the cab, and the taxi driver watched as the man that the papers has hated go inside the building.