Because Of You

Chapter 19

1 month later

John and Sherlock woke up tangled in each other arms, John snuggled on top of Sherlock's chest. They both over slept, grateful it was the weekend and had nothing to worry about. Sherlock woke up first, he cringed at the sunlight coming from the window. He shifted slightly not trying to wake up John up, he looked down at his beautiful boyfriend. He smiled, kissed his hair softly and hugged him tighter.

An hour later, John was still asleep and Sherlock didn't mind at all. But began to grow suspicious when he hadn't heard the whaling screams from Diana. His curiosity was over the edge, but he didn't want to wake up John.

"Just go and check up on her, Sherlock", John's voice sounded heavily sleepy, it sounded almost like a whisper.

Sherlock was shocked because he didn't realize John was already awake, be he shrugged it off. "Good morning to you too", Sherlock kissed John's temple and sprinted upstairs, tripping on all the toys Diana left on the floor the previous day.

Sherlock entered the pink and white nursery, he tried to control his quick breathing. He went near the crib and found it empty. Toys and a blanket were the only things that laid around the crib.

Fear. Confusion. Guilt. Anger. Every bad feeling known to human filled Sherlock's chest, he tried to breath, but the shock got the best of him. He looked around, the room was spinning fast. He was feeling extremely light-headed. He fell to the floor, the crib supporting his back, he couldn't let John see him this way. John's reaction was not something he will like to see.

He couldn't negative right now, he had to think positive. Sherlock looked in his mind palace for different scenarios of what could of possible happened. One, Mrs. Hudson probably took Diana down to her flat when she was crying and they didn't hear. Two, she got kidnapped, by someone who has a grudge on either me or John. Sherlock quickly thoughts of Sebastian, but he was in jail, he can't do anything in prison. It could also be Moriarty. Yes Moriarty, it's the only possibility if Diana was kidnapped.

Sherlock didn't hesitate for another second and ran down the steps and knocked violently in Mrs. Hudson door. The old lady opened the door slightly, with a pink soft robe around her.

"Sherlock, what is it?", Sherlock quickly deduced. Barely woke up, was in a rush to get the door, slept late last night saying by the bags under her eyes.

"By any chance, did you get Diana from her crib?", Sherlock knew the answer, but for once he was hopeful he was wrong.

"No, sorry I haven't heard her, why?", she gave Sherlock a worry, confused look, but Sherlock had already made the second step to the staircase.

He entered the flat looking around, sofa empty, chairs empty, floor empty, kitchen empty, bathroom empty. She was nowhere to be found, Sherlock couldn't think straight, panic and shock took over Sherlock, he then heard a door open from the end of the hall, he froze. How was he doing to explain to John that she's missing, that she somehow went missing in the last six hours.

"Sherlock, you ok? What's all that noise?", John yawned as he spoke, he looked confused. Sherlock couldn't hide the panic from his eyes and John notice.

"Sherlock, babe, what's wrong, your scaring me. Where's Diana?", John took another step forward towards Sherlock and placed his hand on his cheek to comfort him.

Sherlock was speechless, so many things were going inside of him, he couldn't talk. He swallowed the fear and put his strong face on.

"John... baby...", Sherlock removed John's hand away from his cheek and kiss it, slowly sat them both down in the kitchen chairs.

"Sherlock, your frightening me, just tell me ok, and where's Diana?", John kissed his boyfriend temple for assurance, but still wanted and answer about his daughter.

"I'm so sorry John... I don't know where she is", Sherlock couldn't face him, his face was covered in tears of guilt. John looked confused trying to understand what was happening to him. John sprinted up the stairs, "I thought she was there, I put her down in her crib", Sherlock's words were being ignored, John didn't care anymore, if Sherlock words were true, someone will die tonight.

He burst opened the door and quickly took a glance at the empty crib, he took our everything in the crib. Stuff bears, toys, and her blanket... the same blanket she arrived in the flat with, the same blanket she was taken out of the hospital with. John grabbed it and took one sniff of it, it still smelled like her shampoo, he held it very tightly, moments hadn't passed when he started crying. Crying for his daughter, the joy of his life, his flesh and blood. John kicked everything in the room that would remind him of her, he was deeply frustrated, he just wants his daughter. He was never felt pain like this, the rape, the beatings, the rejection from girls, meant nothing to him now. He cried, and cried, and cried out for his daughter to come back he prayed to God to bring her back or for her at least be safe.

John felt a pair of strong arms hugged him tightly, he hugged back putting his arms around Sherlock's neck. John still had a firm grip on his daughter blanket, he cried on Sherlock's neck, never wanting to let go.

"John I promise you that I will find her, no matter the risk", Sherlock separated them both and grabbed John's face with both his hands, so their eyes could meet. John simple nodded looking down at the blanket in his hands.

The empty sorrowful silence was broken by Sherlock's phone. Sherlock knew it had something to do with Diana disappearance, why else would someone text this early.

When he opened the message.

Wanna play a game
-JM xxx

I feel so evil and oddly felt no sentiment when I was writing this. Oops lol 😆