A Look Through Time // Sheriarty Short AU

sometimes it all falls apart

I arrive back at Baker Street by around 9pm in the evening, after having an exceptional evening with James.

I opened the door to the flat and sitting on the stairs was a distraught Mrs Hudson. She had her head in her hands and her flat door was busted wide open.

And no Molly was to be seen.

"Mrs Hudson are you alright? Where's Molly?!" I run towards her frail body upon the staircase, as she lifts her head from her hands, revealing a disturbingly nasty looking yellow bruise on her jaw. I stare in shock at the state she is in. Her cheeks are stained with tears, and he body shakes vigorously. Her floral blouse is loose on her shoulders, suggesting that someone had a tight grip on the material; to do what I do not know.

"Mrs Hudson talk to me. What happened? Where's Molly?" My heart begins to race in my chest as my parental instincts kick in. Where's Molly? Where's Molly? Is she in Danger?  What the hell Happened?

"She was here Sherlock, with a man. She came for Molly! I tried my hardest to protect her sherlock I truly did, but the man was too strong. They took her sherlock they took her!" She bursts into tears on the staircase, sobbing and snuffling. My heart aches as it breaks in two.

Someone has my molly.

"Who was it? Who took her?" I plead for an answer, my body filling with rage and anguish.

"It was Irene. Her mother." I ball my fists, and I repeatedly punch the wall.

I punch.

               And punch.

                                    And punch.

                                                         My hand begins to graze and bleed, as I continuously punch into the plaster next to the staircase. I scream and shout in pain and rage, tears streaming down my cheeks. I expected this to happen one day. I expected Irene to come back and to claim her for herself, but to kidnap her, that's gone too far!

I stop punching the wall. I look down to a scared Mrs Hudson, snuffling and quivering in fear from my breakout.

"When did this Happen? Why didn't you call the Police?! Why didn't you call me!" I shout at her, and she flinched and winces in return, hugging her body whilst more tears stream down her flushed cheeks. How could she let this happen? How could she let my molly Go?

"It only just happened Sherlock. I did call the police they're on their Way!" She shouts in return, and after only hearing that I run out of the door into the cold, dark and rainy night, puddles splashing up my legs.

"MOLLY!"

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Red and blue lights flashed through the windows at the front of the house. It's only been a few minutes since I screamed in the street, begging and hoping for a response from my little girl. People strutted by staring at me in fear and curiosity, but no one empathised or felt sorry for me. They didn't even realise that my molly had been kidnapped.

Oh how the world is so oblivious.

Mrs Hudson and I sat in despair on the stairs case, heads in our hands and tears cascading like waterfalls down our flustered cheeks. How did an event such as this happen on such a wonderful day? It doesn't seem probable, or even possible. I had left the door wide open, so the police officers just walked through the door, stern, professional looks upon their faces.

"Did you make the call, miss?" One police officer asked in a low, manly voice to Mrs Hudson. She lifts her head out of her hands, pinches the bridge of her nose and nods her head slowly. "If you could come with me, we'd like to ask you some questions." Mrs Hudson rises from her seated position on the wooden stair, and follows the two police officers through to her broken in flat.

A police officer - a woman approaches me slowly.

"Could you tell me your name sir?" She asks softly with a squeaky tone and holding a notepad and pen.

"Err...sherlock. sherlock Holmes."

"Could you tell me your relation with the kidnapping?"

"I erm.. she's my daughter. My ex kidnapped my daughter." The woman has a small look of surprise on her face, but it leaves as quickly as it came.

"Where were you at the time of the incident?"

"I was walking home."

"Where were you walking From?"

"James' house. We erm..we had a date."

"And you left your daughter with Mrs Hudson?"

"That's right."

"Thank you sir. We'll try our best to find her." She says softly, a small caring smile appearing on her plump lips. She shuffles away.

A sigh aloud, trying to calm my beating heart and hoping it will help stop my hands from shaking.

I need to tell James.

I grab my phone out of my trouser pocket, and I unlock my phone after a few tries - my hands vigorously shaking. I call his number.

Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ri...

"Hello?" The sound of his voice makes me break down into a sob. I rest my head on the wall, the phone clinging to my ear, and my eyes, nose and mouth scrunched to help the cries be silent. "Sherlock? Why are you crying? What's wrong? What's happened?" James begins to ask questions frantically, trying to get to the bottom of my tearful emotions.

"James, it's molly." I sniff and sob, hoping James can understand what I'm saying.

"What about Molly? What's...What's happened?" His voice turns breathless.

...

"She's been taken James. She was kidnapped by Irene. I don't know where she is!" I sob and grab a fistful of my hair and I pull on it, hoping the pain will block out the pain of losing molly.

"No. No no no no no no no." He repeats, full of shock and despair. More and more tears fall at his reaction. Why does this feel so awful? "Right, um, I'm coming over. I'm coming over." I hear James shuffling about on the other side of the line.

"Hurry." I whisper down the phone line.

I make the phone line go dead.

I drop my phone down the stairs, not caring if it'll break or smash on the way down. It could never be or look as destroyed as I am right now in this moment. I am broken.  I am smashed. I am dead.

This can't be happening.

Hey guys! So this took a turn lmao.

Hope you enjoyed the Update!

-darcie