sorry it has taken so long to get this up. I run a farm and the summer is always busy.

"Come on," A man's voice was saying. "Time to go. Get up little one."

Isabell's eyes fluttered open. At first she was a bit scared to see a strange man in her room. It took her a minute but she remembered what was supposed to happen. She let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. She knew he was talking to her but she couldn't really make it out.

She picked up her hearing aid off the bedside table and slipped it on her ear. She'd wore it since was a one and knew how to work it.

"Little one get up," The man said smiling at her. "I already got your hearing aid kit."

Isabell quickly got out of bed.

"Get your bags packed," he said already filling a bag with Wisteria's things.

Isabell grabbed her bag and started throwing clothes and toys in her bag. She had no idea how long she would be gone. Part of her was scared but she knew it had to be done. She made sure to get Mrs. Moo. She couldn't imagine sleeping without her.

Wisteria cried as bit when the man picked her up. She didn't like strangers.

"It's OK Wisteria," Isabell said touching her arm. "I'm here. Don't cry."

"The car is waiting for us," the man said rushing the two of them out. "Hurry before someone sees us."

The night was chilly and she shivered against the wind. She should have bought a windbreaker. The man rushed her into the car. Her little sister curled up against her. She had no idea what was going on.

It hadn't seemed this scary when they were planning it. It felt too real. Isabell felt as if she would never see parents again. She had only been away one night at a time. She gave her home one last look before silent tears began to run down her face.

Sherlock knew something was wrong when he woke up that morning. A look at the clock told him it was six in the morning. He had slept all night. The kids hadn't woke him up. There was no way it was normal for those two kids to sleep all night.

He jumped out of bed and raced up stairs to them room. He had no idea what he was expecting to find. All he knew was something was wrong.

He threw open the door and found their beds empty. The blankets were thrown back. Isabell's pillows were on the floor. Her closet was open and there were clothes everywhere. There was no signs of blood or a struggle.

He knew Wisteria wouldn't be there but he ran to the crib away. He looked inside. Nothing. His babies were gone. He walked over the bed and noticed a note on the headboard.

He yanked it off and read it.

Dear Sherlock and John,

The children are with me. Don't worry I won't hurt them. I just need to hold them for a little while. How long they are gone is completely up to you. You'll figure out what you need to do in good time.

Lots of love,

Wouldn't you like to know

Sherlock put his empty hand to his mouth unsure of what to do. He had no idea what the letter was trying to tell him. He had no idea what he had to do. He knew he had call the police. He knew he to tell John. He just couldn't bring himself to do it.

All he could think about were his babies. His children were out there somewhere. He had no idea who had them and he had no idea what condition they were in.

Finally his brain caught up him and he rushed downstairs to get his mobile. He pressed in Lestrade's number. The Inspector detective didn't answer until the tenth ring.

"Sherlock!" Lestrade yelled into the phone. "What the hell is going on? What did I tell you about calling me like this?"

"The kids are gone," Sherlock explained. "I got up to check on them and their gone. I have no idea how it happened."

"I'm coming," Lestrade said before hanging up.

The car pulled up at dark house just outside the city limit's. Wisteria feel asleep during the ride but Isabell couldn't sleep. She was thinking about what was happening.

Mycroft swore it would bring her family together but it didn't make sense now. How would taking her and Wisteria away make things better? She decided not to question her Uncle. He seemed to always know the right thing to do.

The car stopped and the door opened. A man appeared and took Wisteria into his arms. Isabell grabbed her own bag and got out of the car. She cleaned her face with her shirt sleeve trying to clean the tears away.

They walked up the path to the house and a light turned on. The door opened and a woman appeared at the door.

"Here they are," the man said handing off Wisteria. "No trouble. No one saw us."

Isabell felt the tears coming on again and tried to hold them back.

"Are you OK honey?" the woman asked kneeling down.

"Yes Miss Adler," the girl said. "I'm just a little sad."

"Well come right in," Irene Adler said getting up to her feet. "I'm sure you're still tired. I have a room set up for you."

"Thank you," the girl said yawning. "I am tired."

Feeling a little better the girl followed Irene into the house.

John sat up his bed. He didn't know what had woke him up. It was just like his brain flicked on. He glanced over at the alarm clock. Six o'clock in the morning and he couldn't fall asleep. He reached for his mobile on the beside table. He wondered if Sherlock was awake. The kids were usually up by then.

Isabell woke up at six, had her breakfast, and sat in front of the telly until eight. She was very peaceful in the morning. Wisteria sometimes slept later.

Are you awake? Make sure Isabell eats more than Lucky Charms. Cereal isn't that good for her.

J.H

John sent the text and sat the mobile back on his beside table. He tried to lie down and go back to sleep. He couldn't. It was like there was something nagging at the back of his brain.

It was strange that Sherlock didn't text him right back. John decided to try again.

He picked up the phone and typed another message.

What's going on? Aren't you awake? Text me please.

J.H

John put the phone back. He laid down and some how managed to get back to sleep.

Sherlock could only sit on the couch as Lestrade and some other officers checked the flat from top to bottom. He couldn't focus. He couldn't even think. He couldn't help them.

After a short time Lestrade came and sat down next to him.

"Any idea who might have them?" Greg asked. "You piss off anyone lately?"

"Not that I can think of," the consulting detective said looking at the note in his hand. "I have a feeling I know this person but I don't who it is."

"Everything is going to be fine," Lestrade said putting a hand on his shoulder. "We're doing everything we can."

Sherlock looked down at his phone. There were two messages from John. He knew he would have to tell him but he didn't know how.

"Go to John," Greg said putting a hand on his shoulder. "You need to tell him. I was thinking of sending one of our guys other there but I think it would be better if you did it."

Sherlock nodded. He didn't want to tell John but he knew he had to. He could only hope John wouldn't' blame him for losing the kids. It shouldn't have happened. He shouldn't have let it happen.

He got to his feet and walked out without another word. He got a cab and headed to see John.