Sherlock: The Entitled

The invisible kidnapper

I picked up my phone as I heard Sally's voice.

"She is gone!" She was sobbing

"W-what who is gone?!"

"My daughter!"

"Give your address and we will be right there"

"My address is 634 Yorker Rode"

"Ok" I hung up the phone

"What's wrong?"Sherlock asked as our food came.

"We need to go now!" I said giving the waitress the money and I grabbed Sherlock and I hailed a cab.

"The daughter is gone, we need to over there" I said to Sherlock as we got I it the car, I told the driver where to go.

When we arrived there we saw a woman crying as police cars were around.

Lastrard was already there with Sargent Donovan.

"Oh no, not the freak" Donovan groaned.

We made out way to the woman and talked to her.

"What happened?" Sherlock asked.

"I was checking on her before I went to bed and the window was open when it wasn't before and she was gone" she cried

"Let me see her bedroom"

She took us to the daughter'a bedroom that was all pink and neon green .

She looked about 6 or 7 in the photos of her, she had long blonde curly hair, bright green eyes. She was very beautiful little girl.

Sherlock walked over to the widow and pulled out hug magnifying glass and starting looking at the window seal.

"He grabbed her and she didn't fight back." He looked confused "Normally, a child would thrash about to call for there mothers" Sherlock said

"He could have drugged her"

"No, there still would have been a struggle"

"What make you think there wasn't?"

"See her bed? Perfectly made except for the folded part where she go out. Also the widow has no chips of paint, claw marks, or blood stains" he said sanding up.

"So what happened?" The mother asked

"I need to talk to other people before I can try and find that out" Sherlock said

We left the place and Sherlock hailed a cab. It was about 8pm and we only had a little while before asking people would be stupid.

"Where are we going Sherlock?" I looked out the window

"Your, going home. I am going somewhere" the cab stopped at our flat.

"No Sherlock I am coming with you" I stayed in the car.

"Please John, get out" I looked at him in disbelief, through the time we were partners he always wanted me to come with him.

"Sherlock..." I said hurt

"John get out if the damn car" he started to raise his voice.

"Fine" I slammed the door on my way out. And the can drove off.

What the hell is he doing that's so bad that bad?! Why after all these years of me getting kidnaped, hurt, or even shot at did something become too dangerous?!

The more I thought about it the more angered I got. I stomped around the flat hurt, and mad. What if he is really in trouble? And he want me safe, and some how he thought I would get a clue and save him? Cause he would only hide it in his favorite book! Cause god knows he is too bored to sit there and read. He would probably YELL at me cause I would mess up his books cause they were organized by the writers first born a death! "CAUSE SOMEHOW I AM SUPPOSED TO KNOW!" I shouted "CAUSE I WOULD BE AN IDOIT IF I DIDNT!!" I shouted again.

I sat down in the couch get more angry by the second, till I started to fall asleep, it slowly took a hold of me. Then I got a text.

Don't try to fool me I know you were supposed to drug me, so I drugged your drink. Night night John.

SH

"That....b-bastard.." I fell asleep.