[i]I have Sherlock[/i] the text read and Greg stared at the three words. Who..? he thought, but considering that Sherlock was Sherlock there were a lot of possible suspects. Though the fact that they would have to be smart enough to actually capture Sherlock left very little possibilities. Really, only two people could actually 'capture' Sherlock. And his brother MYcroft was out of the question right now. Lestrade went through his contacts, calling Donovan to make sure this was not just some kind of stupid prank. But she was sure Sherlock was nowhere in sight. Then, Lestrade proceeded to try and call Sherlock again. Still nothing. He went back to the mail and, after hesitating for another second, he answered. [i]Who are you? Moriarty? Where is Sherlock??[/i] Greg hesitated before pressing the send button. He could not sure he would be right with this. Who knew what Sherlock had gotten himself into again? But he just had that feeling. That something was terribly wrong. And that just fit too well with what he knew of Moriarty.
He opened his contacts again, this time scrolling down to 'M' but his figner kept hovering over the button. If he called Mycroft now, Sherlock was sure to never forigve him for that. The way the two brothers relationship seemed to be, this kind of thing would make things so much worse. With a sigh, he put his phone away, staring out onto the street. Had he really gotten so dependant on SHerlock leading his way that he could not do this on his own. He cursed himself silently. Then something small and black caught his eye, lying on the sidewalk some metres from him. He got out, heading down the sidewalk and reached for the familiar-looking wallet lying on the ground. He opened it on a hunch and grimaced at seeing his own face looking back at him from the small picture of his police ID. He gritted his teeth. He had thought he'd lost this a month ago. Though he had gotten suspicious of how often he seemed to be losing his wallet. Everytime, actually, he was working with Sherlock. Sherlock. Greg looked up, eyes searching his surroundings for any further hints where he might have been taken.

(not entirely happy with this, but I can't seem to come up with anything better -.-)