Logan Holmes his missing wife.

Part 12 Harrods

As they approached Harrods police cars and ambulances rushed past them their sirens blaring barely masking the shouts and scream of people fleeing the building.The trio jumped out the taxi(John paying quickly of course) and ran in to the building making there way quickly of course to the cause of the screams they praticuly ran (yes including Mycroft him running is saved for emrgencies) to the cause when the three stopped dead in there tracts at the sight.On the floor in front of the perfume stand lay the body of a woman dressed in a white and gold toga a shotgun lay beside her and the contents of her skull along with smashed fragments.Mycroft and John looked away at the sight while Sherlock imidetly started looking for the next clue after deducing the woman was not Logan.He found the envalope in no time proped up against a bottel of perfume which reaked of the same perfume the last letter did,Sherlock grabbed the letter and opened it quickly the envalope which in perfect cursive read. Ah the next clue.He gulped before taking out the letter and reading it.

Ah well time for clue two look a round you, look at the body oh were do they go? I also left you a surprise take a sniff.

-A

Sherlock looked up at John and Mycroft who had been able to compose themselves from the sight that lay in front of them."What dose it say."John asked looking at the letter when a funny smell hit them it took a couple of seconds for them to realize what it was and when they did."Its gas." Was all Mycroft could say before the three ran as quickly as possible out the building they just had there feet over the thresh hold of the door when a exploashon sent then flying forward them hitting the road hard.

Mycroft sat up his ears ringing from the exploshon he began to franticly look for his umbrella which he found somehow un touched he then began to look for Sherlock and John."SHERLOCK,JOHN."His voice bellowed but it was incased in pure worry and fear until he heard Sherlock. "JOHN." His voice roared he stopped when he saw Mycroft he ran over to him and the brothers began to search for John in the rubble, they were franticly looking when a pain filled moan interrupted them they began to search in the direction of the moan and found him quickly his left arm trapped under a piece of rubble. "John, John." Sherlock began to freak out franticly fussing over him well Mycroft went to go get help he came back with a couple paramedics who helped and quickly took John away as Sherlock tried to go with him but John roared at him to go find Logan instead considering his arm was broken because they were trying to find her he obeyed and him and Mycroft fled to Scotland yard.

When they got to Scotland yard Lestrade was running around and shouting clearly stressed and on the verge of punching Anderson...again."Graham did you find anything at."Lestrade quickly intrupted him."ITS GREG AND WE FOUND NOTHING."Sherlock was slightly taken a back by this as he never shouted like this so he sighed and left knowing he didnt really need to be there anyway, Mycroft unsure really just followed the younger Holmes out of Scotland yard in to a cab and over to Saint Bartholomew's to see a very important woman.

When they got there all of the lights were of which was extremly abnormal for the middle of the afternoon.The Holmes brother went in to the lab Mycroft ready to take the sowrd out of his umbrella."Molly."Sherlock asked the reply he got was the lights going on reaviling Molly with a arm round her neck a gun to her temple.The man that stood behinde her was dressed in a West wood suit was tall about six foot five he had grey hair whites pocking threw it was geld back he was wearing a pungent after shave he was a thin man with snake like eyes and a slight Irish accent."Nice to finnaley meet you, Sherlock is it now it was always William when Logan spoke of you. Alfred, Alfred Moriarty but your Logan will know me as Alfred Brook or a heartless bastard or another of the unflattering nicknames shes called me."Mycroft and Sherlock put there cold emotionless faces on but on the inside they were terrified it didnt help one of Sherlocks dear friends was the wrong move away from death infront of him. "Let her go she knows nothing Alfred." He snorted."Of course she knows nothing Im using her as shes another weakness of yours her, Logan,Misses Hudson, John and I do believe his names Greg not Graham or Gavin."Sherlock wast really sure what to say, hell he never did when it came to sentiment so Mycroft spoke."What is it you want, let go of Miss Hooper and we can disscus it the poor womans done nothing."Then again Mycroft isnt much of an improvement."Dont act like you have nothing to lose because you have. Jupiter I believe she gose by now."Mycroft froze this couldn't be happening ,he couldn't bring her in to it he just couldn't he hadn't seen her in well thirteen years. "Where's Logan Alfred." He chuckled at Sherlock's question. "Why would I tell you it would be so much more fun if I don't but you do have to find her eventually so why not put a timer on it. I have hidden your sweetheart and you have nine hours to find her but you wont need that long so if you cant find her in that amount of time a bomb will go of and kill everyone in a two hundred feet radius so good luck but every hour after the five hour mark I will kill someone at random. See you when you find your love if you ever do." He smirked and let go of Molly and walked out the lab.