Title: Saving April

Summary: Exactly 3 days, 5 hours, and 47 minutes ago marks the time when 23 year old April Michaels was abducted out of her own home.
Exactly 5 hours ago marks the time when younger sister, 20 year old, Holly Michaels found out.
Exactly 25 minutes ago marks the time when she found a pair of leather gloves and a note on the floor by her sister's bed.
Exactly 10 minutes ago marks the time when she decided that the only way to get this done, was to do it herself.
Holly hadn't expected any of this.
She hadn't expected loosing her other half, contacting the world's youngest and only consulting detective, and falling in love to be on her agenda.
Until, well, now.

Disclaimer: Sherlock does not belong to me, nor does the TV show. This is written for entertainment purposes.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Hey guys! This was a story that started off on my friend's mibba; we were writing it together. I wrote this(The prologue) and she was going to write the next chapter, but she never did. She didn't want to continue it. So, I decided to continue with it on here! Just so there's no confusion about "stealing" and things. With that being said, I hope you enjoy!


"Three days…She's been missing for three days already! And—and it didn't even occur to your insignificant minds to tell me?" Holly pushed her tousled red hair back with her palm, trying to contain her rage. Her parents were sitting on the couch, watching TV as if they didn't care. Of course they didn't care. Holly would be more shocked if they did care.

"She'll turn up. She's 23, she can take care of herself." John, the father, was pigging out on one of his many teacakes. Holly's nose crinkled in disgust.

"Take care of herself? Are you joking? She was dragged out of her own home—you know what? Forget it. I'm going out."

They hadn't bothered with a 'be safe' or 'come home before dark' because truth of the matter was, they'd be happier if she didn't come back at all. Which, right now, was what she planned to do. She was 28, in University, and living in this hell-hole until she could afford her own place; because Lord knows her parents weren't buying her a dorm.

She stayed with April most of the time. April was her savior; she kept everything together. Holly didn't understand why April put up with their shit, but well actually, she guessed it was for her sake. April couldn't really support two people with her job, and while she had a flat to live in, Holly would usually bring the food over. It was terrible, needing total arses like their parents to survive.

Holly arrived at her sister's flat in record time; she hadn't realized she was just about sprinting. The air was leaving her mouth in soft puffs of clouds as she made her way up the stairs. The frigid air felt good against her run-warm skin; it brought chill into her body and made her feel something. She was scared, yes, but she wasn't too worried. Holly, without a doubt, was going to bring April back.

Everything was normal, as usual, inside the flat. There was no police tapes or caution strips, because her parents hadn't hired anyone. They didn't want to spend that much money.

Holly felt anger burn in her blood.

She used light steps around the flat, taking in every inch of everything. The way the window was still open, making the tiny apartment glacial. The way her blankets were spread on the floor, which Holly had expected because April always put up a fight. The way her computer was still on and plugged in. The way nothing was missing but April.

In the breeze of the open window, Holly noticed a small slip of paper sweep across the floor, landing next to a pair of brown gloves.

"How convenient…"she muttered to herself, taking a cautious look around before picking them up the note.

This is for little Holly:

You don't remember me, but I remember you.
Catch me if you can.
Look forward for more hints, and welcome to the game.

"That's it? Seriously? That's all you're going to give—this is for me. This note is for me." She slumped to the floor and thought, deeply, about everyone who she could have crossed. But there was no one in mind; no one at all. She hadn't offended any freaking rapists and abductors, for crying out loud.

"Well fine," She grumbled to herself, going over to the computer. "let's play the game, then."

It took 10 minutes to find a guy who would help out, who at least didn't have a price on his page. She read through some of his case files; apparently he was some sort of genius. It said not to bother him with boring cases. Holly figured that she could at least attempt a sob story, and that maybe he'd take some pity on her and offer to help, free of charge. She didn't like the thought of needing someone…but right now it was all she had.

"Ah, a phone number!"

In the back of her mind, she thought about how this man could be a scam, but she needed to start somewhere.

"Whom am I speaking to?"

The abrupt question took her by surprise for a moment, and she took a deep breath. "My name is Holly Michaels. I have a case that might interest someone named Sherlock Holmes."

The line was silent for a moment.

"221b Baker Street in London. Tomorrow at 1 p.m. We'll be awaiting, Ms. Michaels."

The line went dead.

"Well, if that wasn't the weirdest thing I've ever fucking heard…" She mumbled to herself, pulling her hair up out of her face in frustration. It was sketchy, and completely odd, but she had no choice. Tomorrow at 1, she was going to 221b Baker Street and she was not leaving until someone agreed to help find her sister.

She shut the window—which, she realized she should have done ages ago—and slid into April's bed, shivering at the feel of the frozen cold sheets. She was staying here, because she knew she was safe for now. She knew that for whatever reason, the kidnapper wanted to play with her. But he wouldn't abduct her, at least not now. Not until his game was played.

She had most of her clothing here anyway; it was pointless to go back to that secondary home.

Holly fell asleep that night, with one thing on her mind:

Saving April.


So, what do you think?

This is just the prologue. Hopefully longer chapters are in the making (I'm actually writing one up now.)

I'm looking forward to feedback!

I want to know how you guys feel about the storyline; if you skipped the introduction(which, don't feel guilty, I sometimes do too) you should go read the summary for a fuller view of what's going to go down.

How's the writing style? I hope to get more Sherlock-y soon (;

Reviews are really appreciated!