The red blood dribbled down Lauren's chin, slowly but surly meandered down her neck, leaving shivers to river dance down my spine.
Moriarty grinned, a wicked nasty grinned as the blood crew it's roots amongst her innocent pale white face.
Moriarty left the hotel room with a huge slam, after a unpleasant phone call, the walls shuck and the door lost it's number; instead of 369 it now read 36* with half of a 9. Whoops. We herd furious footsteps. He had gone. " Isabella, guess what I've got..." I herd from my left ear, " what is it Lauren? "
I answered back, Lauren opened he hand, inside it was a pebble, she launched it at the button that had a lead traveling right to 2 doors on the roof, they opened when she hit side of the blue button ( a near miss!) BINGO! The doors opened and litres of rain came thrusting in, "nice but how is rain going to help us, Lauren? " I asked. She gestured her head towards the metal rope we where bound together in. The metal rope began to rust after the water had hit it several time, we was free.
I pulled my Nokia pocket phone from beneath my thy, I texted father saying:
Dear Father ,
For the last couple of hours (5) we have been held hostage by James Moriarty. You'll find us at room 369 we are unaccompanied, do come in , its a little crowded.
-IH
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Sherlock's Daughter.
FanfictionSherlock's Daughter - Isabella is a brave, young 15 year old.She possesses the intelligence of a detective, which is her dream job. She follows in the footsteps of her Father, Sherlock. Yet what experiences are to come for her and her family? And do...
