Kidnapped

Here is my Friday Fanfiction on a Saturday. I was busy yesterday and did not get a chance to wright. (Wow just realized this... write)

In the little flat of 221B Baker Street Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, and little Rosie Watson live together, cozy and content. Since Mary's death John has sold their previous home and has moved back in with Sherlock. With Rosie in Sherlock's and John's life she adds a splash of color to everything that they do.

One morning when Sherlock came back to 221B he discovered something alarming. The flat was trashed, books, papers, and the chairs flipped over and scattered around the room. John and Rosie were nowhere to be found. Sherlock, with panic arising on his face, scoured his mind for information of where his two favorite people were. It was 10:00am that meant Rosie woke up 2 hours ago and would have a breakfast with John until 9:00. However they were going to go to Molly's house to play at 1:00. Where were they now? They should be here, playing with Rosie's dolls and toys, reading books. After Sherlock called John's cellphone and it had rung out, he had started to become worried for their safety. Sherlock normally would not be worried but the scene before him was not normal. Rummaging through the tornado wiped room, Sherlock looked for something, anything that could point out who had done this and where they had taken John and Rosie. They were his life and nothing shall ever happen to them. With time dragging and Sherlock finding nothing; he started to wonder if he will find them in time...

The continuation of this will be posted Monday! Hope you all enjoyed! :smile: