An Eye for an Eye
Sherlock's POV
"John, can you hand me my phone?" Hm, no reply, John must have left again without me noticing. Oh well, he can get it when he comes back.
Johns POV
I awake in a dark room with no memory of falling asleep, and then it hits me. I remember that I went out to get milk and more tea when as soon as I stepped out someone shoved a cloth over my mouth and nose, it must have been chloroform. I'm tied tight to a chair without a hope of escape so I sit and wait.
