Teddy's P.O.V
"You can't be serious."
I shuffled through the files that Lestrade had handed me, the lines on my forehead deepening as I continued to read. Sally stood beside me, biting her lip in worry while Lestrade looked at me with a frown on his face.
"I can't believe it," I said, shaking my head. "Kids! God, I hate it when people do this. Low life scumbags..."
"We just got the call this morning. Rufus Bruhl, the kids father, has asked for Sherlock to help. We're gonna go over, will you come?" Lestrade asked.
"Of course," I murmured, skimming over the papers once more before placing them back into their folder and passing it back to Lestrade. "Two missing kids? You know me, Lestrade. Everything is dropped until we find them."
As soon as we arrived at Baker Street I was racing upstairs with the files tucked underneath my arm. Taking the steps two at a time I opened the door into the living room, finding Sherlock plucking away at his violin from where he stood by the window. He looked over his shoulder at me and didn't have to be told anything,he already knew. When Lestrade and Sally finally arrived upstairs the files were already laid out across the table and Sherlock was pouring over them.
"Hello Sherlock," Lestrade said, getting a grunt in reply. "Where's John?"
"Out," Sherlock replied, opening his laptop. "Now shut up, I need to concentrate."
As Sherlock chopped and changed between typing on his laptop and reading the files Lestrade, Sally and I continued looking through the papers Sherlock wasn't using.
"What are their names again?" I asked, looking at two photos of the kids.
"Max and Claudette, age nine and seven," Sally told me. Both of the kids had dark hair and dark eyes. The boy had that mischievous smile that all adventurous nine year old's have. The girl was shyer, her smile softer then her brother. I gnawed at the bottom of my lip with my teeth, no doubt rubbing away my lipstick. I didn't really care though. All I wanted was to find those kids.
It wasn't long before I heard John walking up the stairs.
"Sherlock, something weird..." he began before spotting Lestrade, Sally and I.
"What's going on?" John asked, coming to stand next to me. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek to say hello before turning to look at Sherlock who had simply replied, "Kidnapping."
"Rufus Bruhl, the ambassador to the U.S," Lestrade told John.
"He's in Washington, isn't he?" John asked.
"Not him- his children, Max and Claudette, age seven and nine."
As Lestrade and Sally filled John in on what was going on I slipped over to my brother's side, watching him as he worked.
"You gonna come with us to their school?" I asked.
"Obviously," he replied, his voice low.
"Do you have any idea who might be behind it?"
"Could be a random kidnapper. Could be someone trying to get at Bruhl. Or it could be something planned by a certain someone," he murmured, his eyes flicking up to meet mine.
"If that's true then blood will be spilt, and it sure as hell won't be mine or the kids," I said, my voice dark and without a hint of fear. Sherlock seemed surprised by this and he straightened slightly.
"Since when did you stop shivering in your boots?"
"Since I planted them firmly on the ground. I told him I wasn't scared anymore. If he has something to do with this I'll see red."
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The Science of Sacrifice//Book Four
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