I drove like a madwoman. I may or may not have sped the whole way there. But let's just say I got home in ten minutes. I got out of the car and ran up to the door unlocking it and slamming it open. Fiona's head shot up. She saw it was me and sighed.

"Just once Keyland, Just once! Could you enter the room in a normal way?" Fiona says exasperatedly.

"Where is Juniper?" I ask.

"In her room why?" Fiona worries.

I ran through the house stopping to knock on her door. No answer I tried the knob but it was locked. Without a second thought I forcefully kicked the door down. Fiona follows me closely.

Juniper blinked as her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the hallway.

"Miss Keyland?" Juniper asks sleepily.

"What's wrong kid!?" I ask her hurriedly.

"Right now?" She asks.

"Yes!" I exclaim.

"Well you kicked the door off the hinges... That's kind of a bad thing. I guess we have to talk about boundaries?" She yawns.

"Why did you text me?!" I sputter.

"Text you?" She asks.

"Yeah!" I say ripping my phone out of my pocket and showing her the message.

"I didn't send that... Oh No! Where is my phone! I left it right here on the bedside table." She gasps

"Was this window open before?" I ask.

Juniper's eyes widen.

"Wait but if I didn't send that text...who did?" She asks eyes wide.

"Moriarty!" All three of us chorus.

Fiona gasps audibly.

"What?" I wonder.

"He wanted to get you away from the professor's house!" She exclaims.

"Oh hell no!" I yell. Bolting down the hallway.

"Keyland! Use my car." She says throwing her keys at me.

I catch them and run to the sporty black car.

Ten minutes later I was standing at the front door of the Professor's Manor. I gently pushed open the door with my boot. There were clear signs of a struggle. A picture frame containing a photo of the Professor and his wife on their wedding day was smashed on the ground. The rug in the entry way was crumpled and there was a teacup that spilled on the carpet. I was in the middle of reconstructing the scene when the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

"Jim Moriarty sends his regards." a familiar voice said coolly. I spun around to face him.

"Sebastian! What the hell did you do with Rachel?!" I spew.

"She is safe. I'm not going to let him hurt her." He responds.

"Where is she?" I demand. He ignored my question looking at the broken photograph.

"Jim wanted me to let you know he regrets not being here but you can thank the government for that. Now if you'll excuse me I have an apology to make."

He grabs me by the arm and drags me up the stairs. I do not fight him as I see that it would be pointless. He leads me up the stairs and into an office. There, he throws me harshly onto the ground and locks the door behind him with a soft click.

"MHHH HMM?!" A smothered voice hums from the closet. I rush to open the door, and find that Sebastian had bound and gagged the professor with a couple of ties. He looks shaken. I gently untie his hands.

"You alright?" I ask worriedly.

"I will be. That man took Rachel." The Professor pants.

"I know...Did he go into your lab?!" I fret.

"Yes." He replied.

I stood up and paced around the room.

"I suppose then, that it's a good thing I sent the samples and my research off to my friend in Princeton."

"You did?! Oh you dear old man!" I exclaim.

"Yes, so don't worry. Sebastian has nothing to tell Moriarty." He smiled.

I sigh heavily.

"So I suppose the only question now is where are Cat and I going to stay?" He continued.

"Cat?" I ask.

"My wife always used to feed the stray cat. She never named him though." He responds.

"Well you and cat can stay with us. You can help us find Rachel." I reply immediately.

"Only if you name the cat." He says with a comically strict look.

"It's a deal." I laugh.