Sherlock's Long Lost Daughter {The LOST Chronicles, BOOK 1}

Chapter 9- A Three Patch Problem

Sherlock's Pov-

John stared at me with a confused face as to what was going on but I didn't yet know much myself so I couldn't tell him anything that he didn't already know himself.

We got a cab back to 221B because there was no good staying where we were, Maddy was gone.

When we arrived back at 221B I trudged up the stairs to find that the flat had been tidied, I had of course of intended on looking amongst the mess for clues about the people, men I am guessing, that savaged our flat, to find out anything about them and where they have recently been from any mud or sediment that they would have perhaps left behind on the floor from their shoes but now of course I cannot do that because someone has tidied everything up.

"MRS HUDSON!" I yelled out. 

"Oh, Sherlock do you have to shout like that?" John complained.

"MRS HUDSON!" I called out again, ignoring John's complaint.

"Oh, Sherlock really do you have to shout like that?" Mrs Hudson asked.

"Yes well that's what people do when they're angry, isn't it? Why did you clean up? I don't like it when you clean up, you know that!" I burst out.

"Well I saw the mess, it was even worse than usual and it's bad enough normally. Where's Madeline?" Mrs Hudson questioned.

"She's been taken by Moriarty and that 'mess' as you call it could have given me a lead as to where she might be." I stated.

"Oh dear, Sherlock. I'm so sorry to hear that. I'll tell you what I'll go and make us a cup of tea as an apology about cleaning up." Mrs Hudson tried to sympathise as she walked off towards the kitchen.

"You think that a cup of tea is going to make up for you costing me potential evidence that could lead me to where Maddy is being taken!" I exclaimed. 

"Look Sherlock, how was Mrs Hudson to know that it was potential evidence that she was cleaning up? She was just trying to do something nice!" John pleaded.

I looked at them both in an angry disposition.

"Sherlock, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't know! Please forgive me Sherlock and I won't touch your flat again!" Mrs Hudson was basically begging.

"Alright, fine but if anything happens to her I'm blaming you!" I stated. I couldn't really blame Mrs Hudson completely for this though. I was the one who just stood there and watched my own daughter being taken from me twice in one evening! No matter how much I wanted to blame it all on somebody else to burden them with my problems I just couldn't and I could tell that John knew that too from the look he was giving me.

"Fine, now how about that cuppa boys? You could be in for a long wait before you hear anything from Moriarty." Mrs Hudson asked.

With everything that's going on with Moriarty waiting to kill me and with Maddy I couldn't help but think that right now I could really do with a cigarette. I really needed some nicotine and the patches aren't strong enough, they don't give me the same sensation. My hunger for them was growing rapidly with every second I didn't have one. I needed some. I started dashing around the flat like a mad fly, desperately looking for some cigarettes. 

"WHERE ARE THEY? HM, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY SECRET SUPPLY? I cried out.

"What are you talking about? You know I never touch your things." Mrs Hudson trailed off.

"John I need some, get me some!" I demanded.

"No, come on Sherlock. Cold turkey we agreed! You've been doing really well." John tried to persuade me.

"How about that cuppa?" Mrs Hudson asked.

"I need something stronger then tea!" I shouted. "UGH. OH GOD!"

I really was slipping! I couldn't even control my own addiction, I mean I can't anyway on a normal day but this was getting rediculous! I don't think I could get any closer to begging them for some cigarettes than I am right now! I need to get a grip, not only for my sake but for Maddy!

"I won't be having any tea but John will have a coffee, we've going to have a late one." I stated. Mrs Hudson giggled giving her current conspiracies about mine and John's relationship, I really can't believe her stupidity at times me and John are just friends the signs aren't there that anything else is going on, honestly!

I went over to the table and picked up a box of nicotine patches and sat down on the sofa. I took out three patches and placed them on my left arm. "Really Sherlock? Do you have to have so many?" John questioned. "It's a three patch problem." I simply stated.

I then laid down on the sofa placing my hands in a prayer pose underneath my chin. I tossed the box aside and closed my eyes, I needed to think. I needed to go to my mind palace and try to figure out Moriarty's game.

John's Pov-

"Oh, right well looks like he won't be talking for a while. I'll have that coffee though thanks Mrs Hudson." I said whilst walking over to my chair.

"Fine but just this once because I'm not your housekeeper you know!" Mrs Hudson stated.

"Couple of biscuits too would be lovely thanks." I called to her.

"Not your housekeeper!" Mrs Hudson called up the stairs.

I guess we'll just have to sit here and wait. This is going to be the waiting game.

Maddy's Pov-

I regained my consciousness to find myself lying on my side on a cold, hard concrete floor. It was really cold where ever I was. I slowly opened my eyes and my head started banging. I was in a small room, with no furniture, no windows and one door. I was fortunate to have at least one thing though, the room was lit with a small dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Which was just bright enough for me too see and for it not to hurt my aching head from the light. I felt very weak, whatever they drugged me with must have been strong.

I pulled myself up with the best of my ability to a sitting position and leaned up against the freezing wall. My head was now hurting more than before, I reached up and touched the side of my left temple to find some kind of liquid on it. I moved my hand back down to inspect the liquid to find my hand covered in a deep dark red substance, my head seemed to be heavily bleeding.

I may not be quite as intelligent as my father but even I know that I need some kind of medical attention, this is serious. I started shouting in the hope that anyone would hear my pleas for help, even Moriarty. They needed to know that my head was bleeding badly and that I needed some serious medical attention. My throat was killing me after only a short time of me shouting for help, that drug really must have been powerful and dangerous.

I gave up shouting after a few minutes as my throat was now burning and my head was in a serious condition. I need to start to accept the inevitable, that I will die here alone in this room. In what I thought was going to be my last few moments of being alive I decided to have a go at deducing what had happened to my head. I came up with the idea that while I was unconscious from the drug, when I was placed in this room that in fact who ever was carrying me happened to just carelessly toss me in here as I found a few bruises and tender parts going down my left side so it would make sense that if someone were to throw me in here then I would hit my head on the ground resulting in the wound which is bleeding and the bruises down my left side as I hit the concrete floor.

I truly did believe that all was really lost for me until I heard some footsteps outside the door and a few rattling and clicking noises as someone was unlocking the door. My eyes felt so heavy and I was struggling to keep them open, I was ready to give in when I saw someone come over to me, a man with a concerned look on his face, he picked me up, surprisingly gently, and carried me out of the room. I was guessing that he was going to get me some medical attention as Moriarty wouldn't let me die because unfortunately he needed me to be part of his plan to kill Sherlock.

Where was Sherlock? I need him, I need to be with him. I hope he finds me soon. With that final thought my eyes finally gave way and closed indefinitely.