Okey, so it's been a very long time since I posted a new chapter. It has actually taken me too long to write this story at all. And it is not finnished and I have no idea where it's going. All I know is that I am trying to write again, because I really want to finnish this story.

Chapter 16 - Missing

She only had about two minutes before the alarms would go back on again, so there was no time to lose. Hopefully the code she was given earlier was the right one or she would be in trouble. To be honest she really didn't have an escape plan. So if this went south all she could do was run. The code seemed to work and the vault opened with a loud click. She was so close now.

The inside of the the vault was covered in computer hard drives. All she had to do now was to download the file she needed to a flashdrive she had with her. This was easy. Way too easy.

12 days earlier

Molly had disappeared. Sherlock and John had spent hours trying to figure out where she would have gone, without any results. She was not at her apartment and she was not at S:t Barts. None of her friends had heard a word from her and her favourite places in London were Mollyless. It didn't make any sense to Sherlock. Molly was predictable. And now, suddenly, she wasn't. She was nowhere to be found and Sherlock was getting really angry. The case of Molly Hooper had just turned in to a missing persons-case. John stood by his first assessement; that Molly could not be a criminal mastermind and that there had to be a reasonable explanation to why she would climb out of Sherlocks' bedroom window.

The two men were back at Baker Street. John had called Lestrade, who was joining them in trying to figure out where Molly could have gone.

"I don't understand!" Lestrade said. "Why would she pull a stunt like this? It doesn't sound like the Molly I know."

"It doesn't sound like the Molly any of us knows." John filled in.

Sherlock was pacing back and forth in the apartment.

"You don't suppose she's been kidnapped?" Lestrade asked, with concern in his voice. "Because that would explain why we can't find her."

Sherlock stopped in his tracks.

"No, it wouldn't explain anything because it's not what has happened. There were no signs of kidnapping. Everything points to her climbing out that window all by herself. That insufferable woman!"

Sherlock wasn't even trying to calm himself. He was almost yelling.

"Alright! Calm down! But she could have been kidnapped outside, on the street, on her way home." John said, sounding very sure of his claim.

"Maybe." Sherlock answered, still a bit agitated. "But somehow I doubt that. The fact is that Molly Hooper is not the woman we know anymore."

"What are you saying?" Lestrade asked, a bit surprised by Sherlocks accusasion.

"Not this again!" John said, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "There is no way that Molly is a part of any conspiracy or criminal activity. She's Molly for God's sake!"

"So you keep saying!" Sherlock said, with frustration in his voice. "But let's look at what the evidence tells us."

"What evidence?" Lestrade asked, looking confused.

Sherlock was thinking of that file on her. The file Mycroft had given him. The file he had convinced himself wasn't important. He needed to know what was in it. He stormed out through the door, down the stairs, rounding to the left at the end of them and there, under the mat was a loose floor board. Lestrade and John had followed him down and watched as he lifted the floor board up to reveal a small hiding place. But there was nothing.

"It's gone!" Sherlock exclaimed, shocked.

"What's gone?" John asked.

"Someone must have stolen it! But how? Nobody knows about this place. Unless…"

Sherlock started, franticly, looking around the hallway, hoping to find a hidden camera. Ah! And there it was, in the left corner about 1 meter above the door that lead out of the apartmentbuilding. Sherlock was tall enough to reach it, even if he had to stand on his toes to get it down. It was a very small camera, not even a centimeter in diameter, and it was well hidden there in the corner where no light reached about 98% of the hours of the day.

"Is that a camera?" Lestrade asked, pointing at the very small item in Sherlocks hand.

Sherlock didn't answer. He was busy examining it.

"Who is watching us?" He asked silently, looking in to the camera lens as if he stated the question to whoever was watching.

Suddenly his phone beeped, telling him that he had a text from someone. He picked his phone up from his pocket and looked at it.

Are you trying to save Miss Hooper or is she the one trying to save you?

There was no number ID and Sherlock suspected that the text would be untracable.

Sherlock turned to the tiny camera and looked right in to it.

"Who is this?" He asked loudly in to the camera, not expecting an answer. He just needed to get more information and this was the only way to get it, for now.

"Who are you talking to?" John and Lestrade asked simultaneously.

Sherlock held up his phone and the small camera to show them what was going on.

His phone beeped again.

This is where the past and the present collide. Was the answer he got. Not that cryptic, if you asked him.

"Whose past and present?" He asked, very well knowing the answer.

The game is on, Mr. Holmes. Is it not what you like to say when you've got an exciting case on your hands?This is going to be fun.