"Well this is uncomfortable."

"It's not nearly as bad as that time I spent in Sumatra."

"You never did tell me that whole story, what was that all about anyway?"

"Let's just say it was unpleasant and leave it at that shall we? I'm sure our kidnapper would not appreciate it if I told that story John."

"It's not that gory is it Sherlock?"

"Oh it's not the gore; it's the fact that the rats I faced were bigger than him."

"Ah, yes well we wouldn't want this fine gentleman fainting in the middle of his interrogation would we?"

"Exactly-"

"Will you two stop yakking and act like proper prisoners?"

"…"

"…"

"Good, now, I want to know where McMillan hid the chest, and I know you two know."

"I'm also reminded of that time we were in Switzerland."

"Oh you mean that time we were outnumbered so badly?"

"Yeah, that was fun, especially when I found that flame thrower in the ware house we were hiding in."

"I remember you scaring them out of their minds John; I also remember that you nearly burnt the whole place down around us playing with that thing."

"What? I like flame throwers, there's nothing wrong with that."

"In moderation, you set fire to an entire ware house."

"So?"

"Argh, and you complain about my experiments."

"It wasn't our house Sherlock."

"Yes but there was no reason to burn it down John, it was a perfectly sound building."

"Just like there was no reason to burn my last watch."

"I told you that was an accident, I really didn't mean to drop it in the fireplace."

"Then why did you keep a record of how long it took to burn?"

"Because I was curious."

"Will you two stop it?!"

"No."

"Nah."

"But you're my prisoners! Shouldn't you be at least a little bit afraid of what's going to happen to you?"

"You aren't a very scary man, wouldn't you agree Sherlock?"

"Most certainly, he's nothing more than a stupid idiot who thought he could intimidate us."

"Hey! I'm not an idiot!"

"Yes you are, you kidnapped us."

"But I've got you two tied up in chairs that I specially chained to the floor!"

"Still not scary."

"Well how often do you get kidnapped? Surely that by itself is scary even if I'm not?"

"Not really, what is this now Sherlock, fifth time this month?"

"Sixth, don't forget the bit with the Orion gang."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about them, but they were pushovers."

"Yes they were a bunch of weak willed idiots who couldn't handle actually getting their hands dirty."

"Sixth time this month?"

"Yeah, Sherlock and I get kidnapped pretty often; it does terrible things to our insurance policies."

"Speaking of which we got another notice yesterday about our rates going up again John, I'm thinking about switching us both to something different if that's all the same to you."

"Fine by me, just find something within my budget ok?"

"I told you before I'll pay the premium, money is not the issue."

"Oh great now you two are talking about insurance policies."

"I'm not letting you pay for my insurance Sherlock, I can do it myself."

"But John, if you didn't worry about the bills and so on you could quit your job which you're never really at anyways, and join me working on cases more permanently."

"I'd go nuts Sherlock, especially during a dry spell."

"But John…"

"No Sherlock."

"Alright you two, let me give you an ultimatum: one of you will die unless you tell me where McMillan buried that chest."

"…"

"…"

"Oh now you're both at a loss for words? All bark and no bite eh?"

"Actually I was just thinking how stupid you are to jump straight to threatening us with death."

"I agree John, that is one of the worst tactical errors possible when holding someone hostage for information."

"I give up, I'll be back in an hour, have your answer ready or else."

"…"

"…"

A/N: Another Conversation fic, I'm not sure how long this one is going to be, hopefully longer than the last one but probablynot by much.

Enjoy,

^_^ KB