Sherlock walked over to the front window at 221B and looked out onto the night still waiting for a reply to the text he sent almost 3 hours ago, he knew that Bea was

involved and after sending out a message through the homeless network, he had found out that Bea was involved with Moriarty, she met and fell in love with him at 14

but he turned her into a puppet and he would just pull the right strings, it was frustrating for Sherlock, he didn't know how he could let his guard down, and how he

didn't know, he looked over his shoulder to the picture of Janey she is involved somewhere but how? How can a young girl from Uxbridge, who died at the age of 27,

be connected to Bea Bedford? And how and more importantly why would she have the documents for Irene Adler's deportation? Sherlock hated that the one thing he

would never understand was something as boring as human being! But not just any human, a female human! A dead female human! He was so used to that being

easy and simple he felt out of place and awkward, she had managed to destroy he from the inside out and no matter how much he loved her he really hated that, but

hopefully tonight he would find out.

He turned back to the window and a cab pulls up outside and a small hooded figure got out, Sherlock looked down at the person for a while but they ducked under the

canopy of the cafe as the rain started to fall.

Sherlock's phone buzzed

"You are one bemusing man Mr. Homes, how?"

Sherlock looked at the message and put his phone back in his pocket. Another cab pulled up outside in 221B and John climbed out but the hooded figure stopped the

cab and confronts John they pushed John back into the cab as they go to get in the cab they turned to Sherlock at the window and pulled their hood down, it was Bea.

"Shit!"

Sherlock ran from the room grabbing his coat as he left and ran down the stairs three steps at a time he rushed out of the house and started running he saw the cab

number and hailed the next cab coming past he climbed in

"I need you to follow black cab number 418, sorry mate but we were all supposed to be out together but I don't know where"

"No worries mate, I'll ring in and get where they're going from the office"

"Thanks"

The cab set off and the driver rang in to find out where cab 418 was going, Sherlock pulled out his phone

"GPS me, when I stop get there- quickly"

He put his phone back

JOHN POV.

I had no idea where we were going Bea blocked me at 221B and held a gun to my stomach I got into the cab, unlike Sherlock if I'm held at gunpoint I go, I am not

dying, not here not today.

I really hope Sherlock had seen what had happened I don't think I could get away from this without him. We sat in silence for the journey she had told the driver to

head for Hoxton Street I had no idea where that was or why she was taking me there, god I hope Sherlock knows that she's got me.

We stop outside a primary school and she walks me down the road and we turn into Drysdale Street she opens a door and pushes me in, she takes me down into the

basement which is dark she pushes me into a room but then hits me in the arm, I start to go dreary she must have injected me. I blacked out.