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"Lizzy's missing." Caderyn announced as Sherlock entered the family room. The detective froze at his words, being the only one who heard the edge in his sire's voice. Two weeks had passed since his breakdown and since he had visited his family so he had snuck out to visit as soon as John had gone to bed.
"When was she last seen?" He asked softly curling up on the loveseat beside his sire whose broad arms wrapped around him with a faint tremble.
"Two days ago. She went to Tescos to get some ingredients for a cake she planned to bake and she never came home." Emma whispered and Caderyn's arms tightened around the newborn vampire in his lap.
"She hasn't called or text anyone either and all I'm getting from our matting bond is static. She's unconscious but alive." The elder murmured. Sherlock frowned deeply.
"This actually sounds alot like the case I'm currently working. Four people have been kidnapped from Tescos in the past two weeks. Unfortunately since this isn't normally my specialty Lestrade didn't call me in until today."
His father began to tremble his grip on him nearly tight enough to break him as he spoke in a soft sad voice.
"Have any of the victims been found?"
Turning in his embrace, Sherlock have him a reassuring smile cupping his face in his large delicate hands. "No, however this means there's a chance they're alive. . ." He promised firmly allowing his emotions to shine through in his pale eyes. He showed his determination and his hope as well as the small glint of manic he normally tried to hide from the other. Caderyn gazed back then gave him a bleak smile. He didn't respond just allowed his grip on his son to slacken and the slender man nuzzled him reassuringly. The others cuddled closer to the two and they lay there together until the sun rose taking comfort in the presence of each other.
Jim was in a wonderful mood. Why, you may ask? Because his newest game for Sherlock had just begun. He had kidnapped five people and left false clues for the detective to follow when really all five victims were with Jim. Then when the detective found them he'd make him choose between his pry and one of the victims. It was brilliant! Cackling to himself the consulting criminal sent Moran to check on their prisoners watching on his screen as his detective approached the crime scene of the latest victim, Dr. Watson in tow. Life was good.
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The clues were fake.
Sherlock realized this the second he stepped onto the crime scene where Lizzy had been 'blood' found at the crime scene was actually high fructose corn syrup dyed red. Lizzy's mobile lay on the ground along with the bags of ruined ingredients and the woman's purse.
She was taken from here but she wasn't injured. The kidnapper wants us to believe the victims were hurt. All the victims are alive!
Eyes widening at his realization the sleuth turned to Lestrade. "The blood is fake. It corn syrup. The kidnapper wants us to believe that the victims were killed but all of them are alive and were unharmed when they were almost like-" He paused and his eyes got even wider. "Moriarty."
In his pocket his phone buzzed and he pulled it out, pursuing his lips as he read the message.
Got it in one,Sherlylocks. You know I just love Surrey.-Jm
"Sherlock, What is it?" Lestrade questioned and his friend glanced at him, pale eyes full of something indescribable.
"Your kidnapper, he's holding them in Surrey. Its Moriarty."
Nodding the DI wrote his deductions down noting the slight tremors running through the younger man and the exhaustion he was trying to hide.
"Are you alright, Sherlock?"
The sleuth frowned in confusion tilting his head to the side.
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"
"You look exhausted, mate."
The other pursed his lips before he sighed. "I'm 's go."
Lestrade frowned watching the slender man leave. He didn't believe Sherlock was fine. In fact , the other hadn't been the same since his 19-hour disappearance months avoided rape cases with abhorrence and he refused all forms of physical contact. In addition to this, John had informed him that Sherlock had started sneaking out once he thought The doctor was asleep which led Lestrade to believe that he had started his more unsavory recreational activities. Sighing he resolved to watch the other closer and figure out what the hell was going on with him, praying that his current conclusion was wrong.
One month.
Lizzy had been missing for one month and Caderyn could feel himself losing hope. Of course he hid his feelings from his children as best he could yet somehow Sherlock always knew.
Sherlock. The crimson haired man smiled sadly at the thought of his youngest child. The newborn was closer to him than any of his other children despite bring the youngest because he saw the elder as his savior. It was both worrying and endearing. He liked knowing he was loved by his Childe yet he knew that with the fragile state the other was in, he was the only thing keeping him from tipping over the edge. Not only that, he could tell that the vixen was working himself to exhaustion to reunite him and Lizzy. It made his heart heavy and he found himself wishing that the consulting criminal Sherlock was so enamored with knew what was wrong with his son. Maybe the man would be the one to heal the beautiful detective.
The door to his bedroom opened and the object of his thoughts entered telling and pale, eyes full of fatigue.
"Lockie?"
His son looked up at him and collapsed on his arms , exhausted."
"We found them. Lestrade sent us home to rest because we're going in tomorrow. As far as we know all of the victims are alive and well."
A vivid smile crossed Caderyn's lips.
"I'm coming too. I want to see the criminal that has captured your heart."
Sherlock blushed vividly. "He- Moriarty isn't-its not like that!" He protested and his sire chuckled deeply pulling him into his strong embrace.
"He can heal you, Little One. When he texts you, you light up and you smile. Its a wonderful transformation. If this Moriarty is so much as mentioned in a sentence your entire focus is captivated. Your feelings for him run deeper than you realize. " The beauty stared at him then his eyes dulled and he looked away.
"Its merely excitement from the game, Papa, nothing more." He whispered in denial and Caderyn sighed realizing why his child was so adamant at denying himself.
"They are haunting you aren't they, love." In his arms Sherlock stiffened and didn't speak for a moment and when he did he avoided the question entirely.
"I need to go.I'm supposed to be at Angelo's getting dinner." The vampire lord sighed and dropped the subject placing a gentle kiss on the newborn's forehead. "Alright. Stay safe."
Nodding the slender man pulled away from him, kissing his cheek lightly. "I will." He replied and then he was gone.
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Mycroft for the first time in a very long time awakened in an unfamiliar place, tired to a chair. It was a position he hadn't been in since earlier in his career and admittedly not one he was very comfortable with, however he forced himself to stay calm and survey his surroundings. He was in a warehouse of some kind with five others all of whom were tired up as well. Of fellow captives there were two other males and three females, all unconscious. The two males were large broad shouldered men with tanned skin and dark hair. The females varied however.
The first had long platinum blonde hair and pale skin. She wore a tight plaid mini skirt and a bright pink tube top. She couldn't be older that eighteen.
The second woman had short chestnut colored hair that fell around her slack face in stylishly messy layers and lightly tanned skin. She wore a Loose crimson t shirt and a pair of black biker shorts that showed of her long shapely legs.
The last woman was the only other conscious captive. She had long ebony hair that fell down the back of the chair and framed her face, deathly pale skin, and warm hazel eyes. She wore a form fitting white summer dress covered in the grime that came from days in captivity. As their eyes met, she smiled.
"Its good to see that you're awake. Our captor thought his minion had accidentally killed you." She greeted with a thick Russian accent and he nodded slightly.
Before he could speak however, the door opened and their captive entered.
Moriarty.
The psychopath grinned at them as he entered. "Yay, you're awake. Good I thought you were gonna sleep through the fun. Especially you Mr. Holmes."
The woman across from Mycroft gave a sickly sweet smile. "And miss it when my husband find you and guys you like the spineless bag of pus you are? Never."
At her words Moriarty's glee grew. "There's only one person in the world that can keep up with me, madam. And I'm afraid your husband isn't it."
A mysterious smile crossed the vixen's blood red lips, her eyes flashing with a sort of untamed darkness that made even Moriarty recoil for a moment, yet she said nothing else.
"What exactly is your obsession with my brother, Moriarty?"
Mycroft growled. Since his discovery a month prior he had resolved to step up and do a better job protecting his brother and even while being held captive by the man that held his brothers concentration he refused to fail. Not this time.
Blinking, the consulting criminal's smile changed, softening slightly. Then spoke in a possessive, dangerous tone.
"He is mine."
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"Lestrade's waiting." Sally stated without preamble as Sherlock and John entered the NSY lobby. Following the woman they found themselves being led into a large conference room where Lestrade waited with several other officers including Anderson and DI Dimmick. The DI looked up at their arrival and nodded in acknowledgment before gesturing to the man beside him. "Everyone this is Lord Caderyn DeLaRose. He will be accompanying us to Moriarty's lair."
One of the officers snorted. "Why is a civilian accompanying us, especially with so little training?" He sneered only to find himself being shoved against the table harshly one arm being twisted roughly behind his back.
A deep familiar voice spoke in his ear. "Watch your words or I'll rip your tongue from your mouth and force you to coke on it." It rumbled softly to where only he could hear it. He swallowed harshly, Sighing on relief as the sociopath released him. Everyone else stared at Sherlock in shock while Caderyn chuckled softly.
"What the bloody hell was that ?" John hissed at his friend who shrugged and suppressed a flinch.
Recovering swiftly Lestrade shot his friend a look promising the would talk, and began to speak.
"Lord Caderyn is special ops trained and has been assigned to us by the Queen herself to help us rescue Mycroft Holmes and Lord DeLaRose's wife, Lady Elizabeth."
"Holmes, sir?" Anderson questioned shooting a look at Sherlock who had froze at the mention of his elder brother.
Sherlock drowned out his response, fear gripping his heart. How had they gotten Mycroft? Didn't the elder have a team of specialized bodyguards to prevent this from happening? A hand on his shoulder startled him from his thoughts and he jerked violently only to find himself looking into Caderyn's worried mint green eyes. Giving a slight nod to let the other know he was fine, he turned to follow Lestrade and the others from the room, never noticing how John looked between him and his sire suspiciously.
It was another half hour before the arrived at the warehouse they suspected Moriarty to be holding his victims in. A they approached the building The area around it suddenly lit up and the each found themselves with a red sniper laser aimed for their foreheads...
TBC...