The daughter of a Sociopath

Chapter 1

Sherlie was sitting alone in her room thinking about the case her father and John had just gone too. She was alone in Baker Street so she didnt really have anything to do. "Ugh I'm so bored!" She yells and gets up from the couch. As she does so the room starts to get a bit dense and purple smoke emerges from the vents. "What the?" She frowns confused and coughs. It wasnt purple smoke. It was sleeping gas. 

"Let me out!" She yelled banging on the door and shook the doorknob as it was locked. More sleeping ga started to fill the room and Sherlie coughed feeling sleepy. "Dad....John..." She said before falling to the ground in a deep sleep. 

Meanwhile Moriarty stood above Sherlie and snapped his fingers. "Take her away" He said to Sebastian and watched him carry Sherlie outside. He stuffed her into the back of a black van and they drove off. 

"Lets see if you can get your precious daughter know Sherlock" Moriarty chuckled evily and looked ahead as they drove to an abandoned factory.

(Sherlock's POV)

"Sherlie were back!" I yelled as I closed the door behind John and walked upstairs. "Sherlie?" I askedf and looked around the flat. It was quiet...to quiet.....

"Sherlie?" I said out loud and opened her room. "Sherlie?!" I checked every room, every crack in the wall and everywhere in the flat starting to get scared. A note was left on the back of the door and I quickly yanked it off and read it.

Dear Sherlock,

I have your precious little girl. If you'd like to see her again then I suggest you go to Scotland Yard. A package will be waiting for you. You were right. She is very much like you in every way possible. Better hurry time is ticking. Oh and you might want to call an amubulance i you do manage to find her. Wheres the fun when you cant hurt her a little? Hurry Sherlock or she'll be dead before you know it.

-JM x