Sherlock watched the car disappear into the distance. his heart was racing so fast that he thought for a second he was going to possibly have a heart attack. He let out a shirt roar of anguish kicking a rouge stone on the floor so hard it flew a few metres before bouncing and coming to a stop.

His mind was working at a thousand miles an hour, if he had just left with her, if he had read that bloody note for what it was.

He growled again grabbing his phone from his pocket, staring at it wandering who to call first, he could call his brother, demand the forces of Great Britain came together to turn over ever stinking stone within the UK to find Molly, or Greg, get Scotland Yard on an inane search to find her.

Sherlock paused again palming his phone, he scrolled through his contacts staring at name after name of people he could ask.

He paused when he heard a scuffling of feet near him, jolting his head upwards he walked towards the figure, quietly realising it was one of the homeless network. He grabbed a £50 note from his pocket and shoved it into the hand of the woman, and in a eerily calm voice mumbled

"Find me the name of the people who just stole Molly Hooper. i want a name and I want it within 12 Hours. Tell anyone who helps you that they will receive this as a down payment and a final fee on her safe return'.

The smaller woman stared at him, her eyes not able to hold the ferocity of his as she looked down and nodded.

"Of course "

She walked away into the night. Watching her, Sherlock pulled out his phone, wrote a single line of Text and hitting send.

SH/MH

The silence within the Gentlemen's club was astounding, it was the only true place Mycroft could escape the tediousness of the rest of the world. He stared openly at a slice of cake which was in a glass cabinet across the room, silently scolding himself for wanting to eat it. His small reverie was interrupted when he felt his mobile phone vibrate from inside his suit pocket. Without taking his eye off of the cake, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked down briefly at the message.

The silence of the Gentlemen's club was broken by a single sentence.

"Oh Brother mine, what have you got yourself into now"

SH/MH

The sharp snap of a whip echoed in the air, even in the current humidity, the crack of the whip echoed as if it were a cold winters day. Beneath the whip, a large gentlemen moaned, his back rising to meet the whip, leaving a bright red strip across his back, stark against the contrast of his alabaster skin.

Another moan echoed across the room, though this one came from a mobile phone. Standing up calmly, the soft click of heels echoed off of the four walls of the dungeon, the peace and tranquility suddenly broken at an intake of breath and the sound of the whip dropping to the floor.

'Mmmmmmm?!' The muffled sound of confusion came from the man. He could hear the sound of the door being opened

"You'll have to excuse me Mr Johnson, it seems I have a prior engagement, stay here like a good boy until I'm back'

The silky voice of Irene Adler answered, shutting the door behind her.

SH/MH

The phone would not stop beeping. John groaned as Mary finally hit him in the stomach

"Will you just answer the bloody phone?! He wont go away!"

John grunted reaching his hand out blindly to reach for his phone, picking up he grimaced as the harsh artificial lighting hit his eyes, he read the message waiting on his phone and all of a sudden felt very awake.

John re-read message, roughly shaking his wife.

"Mary, he needs us"

John shot out of bed, leaving his phone on the pillow next to his wife. Rolling over Mary opened her eyes and they widened, she took a shuddering breath staring at the line of text.

I need your help. They've taken Molly-SH.