It's been a day since Mrs Hudson was taken. I slept at two in the morning, unable to sleep until then. I woke up at half even in the morning, and it felt strange that Mrs Hudson wasn't there to leave tea and biscuits or to tell us some prosaic story like she normally did. When John went home yesterday there wasn't much for me and Sherlock to do. He was studying the pictures and the note while simultaneously typing away on his laptop. We didn't bother to call the police. We knew that whoever put delivered the package was clever enough to make sure they didn't leave finger prints, all we could do was wait for the police to actually tell us some useful information about Mrs Hudson's disappearance. I sighed, taking another, short sip of my tea. Sherlock was on his laptop again, this time he was on his website.

"So, what are we doing to do?" I finally ask. Sherlock doesn't look up to me. He just shrugs, and continues to type.

"Are we going to go out and look for Mrs Hudson?"

"That's pointless."

I slam my cup back onto the coffee table, causing Sherlock to snap his head up towards me, "We're not going to look for her?"

"As I said, it's pointless. I'm trying to find her right now, so stop worrying."

"How?"

"I'm not going to try to explain, your simple brain will only be even more confused."

I roll my eyes and look down at the newspaper in front of me, picking it up effortlessly and flicking through some pages in boredom. I hear the noise of the front door opening and closing, then the loud footsteps of the person walking up towards our flat.

I hear the door creak open, and John awkwardly walks in and halts when he's in front of me, glancing over at Sherlock, "...Anything?"

"No, but I'm close to finding something."

John nods acceptably, then sits down on the sofa next to me. I put the newspaper down and face him, frowning slightly.

"She'll be okay."

"I know."

"How's Mary?"

"She's good." He replies, running a hand through his hair tiredly, "I'm leaving her with Amelia quite often now, I should be there helping."

"It's only been a few days, and I'm sure Mary and Amelia don't mind."

John sighs, but doesn't say anything else. I already knew my comforting skills were shit, so I don't say anything either. Chester trails over to us. He stands by the sofa and places his head on Johns knee, to which John smiles to and strokes him.

"How are you?" John say's to him, scratching under his chin. Chester wags his tail happily.

"The dog won't answer you." Sherlock states. John stares blankly at him.

"I know."

"Would you like a cup of tea?" I ask John, and he nods his head. I grab my now-empty cup, get up and walk to the kitchen, putting the kettle on and make us both a cup of tea. It sucks that out of everyone Mrs Hudson was kidnapped. She was a really lovely lady, and she was so kind and warm-hearted. She didn't deserve this.

And how long was the kidnapper stalking her?

It seemed like Moriarty was involved, I mean, we're all pretty sure he wrote that note. But the guy that took the photographs and kidnapped Mrs Hudson? No, that defiantly wasn't Moriarty.

While waiting for the kettle to boil I pull my phone out, seeing I had a few messages.

From Mary: I just heard about Mrs Hudson. I really hope she's okay, I want to help in anyway that I can. Let me know what happens, yeah? 

I smile and ignore the kettle as it makes a noise to indicate that it had finished boiling. I type a message to her:

To Mary: Same. I'm sure Sherlock will find her, he always does. I'll keep you updated. 

I look through my other messages, seeing Sebastian had sent one. I click it, remembering I really needed to apologize for leaving him in the park.

From Sebastian: Hey you. Are you okay? I hope you are. I really had fun yesterday, we should meet up again if that's okay with you? Just as friends;) xx

To Sebastian: I'm so sorry for leaving! Something came up, and yeah, you're a pretty cool guy. I'm bust at the moment but when I'm not wee should meet up, maybe you would like to meet one of my friends?:) At least then you will have more friends in London, considering you don't have much. Haha!

I hit send and then put my phone in my pocket, grabbing the kettle handle and tipping the boiling water into mine and Johns cups. I get rid of the tea bag, add milk, stir, then grab the two cups and walk back into the living room. I place our cups on the coffee table and slouch on the couch again.

John picks up his cup of tea and takes a sip, "Hmm, that's lovely. Thank you."

I chuckle quietly and don't reply, grabbing my phone once again and scrolling through tumblr. I hear the front door open and close again, and then the sound of someone agonizingly sneezing before they walk up the stares and into our flat. I recognize it as Bill immediately and carry on looking at my phone.

"You have a package." Bill say's, holding it up slightly. We all snap our heads up, looking at the package in his hands. It was wrapped like the last one we saw in Mrs Hudson's apartment. Sherlock abandons his laptop and rushes up to Bill, snatching the package from his hands.

"Oi." Bill says offensively. Sherlock ignores him and examines the package carefully before slowly opening it. Me and John watch him impatiently, wanting to know who it was from and what was in there.

His puts his hand in and pulls out a pack of poloriod photo's that were held together by a plastic band. He pulls the plastic band off and looks at the photo, his head tearing away from the photo's and looking at us with empathy. John stands up and takes a photo from his hand.

"...Oh god." John mutters, dropping the photo. He looks at me, Bill and Sherlock in shock before walking out our flat. I hear his footsteps get quieter until I hear him leave the building for good, then decided to sit up and pick up the photo that John had dropped.

It was a photo of Mary.

I looked at the photographs of Mary in Sherlock's hands in horror, and look at the photo which had a note on like last time. It read:

'You better hurry up and find them! Clocks are ticking, Sherlock...'