Authors Note; Hi, it's me again. I didn't get many reviews on my last fanfic so I've written another one featuring my OC Asezemaraa. I'm not sure whether to make it a OC/Sherlock or an OC/John at the moment so help on that would be great. I'm gonna try and have daily uploads but it took me a while to write this and type it up so it might have to be weekly updates.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock (unfortunately) that honor goes to Steven Moffat and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. :D

Prologue.

Ace glanced nervously along the street. She knew they'd be after her sooner or later and she'd best be on her guard. Popping out for milk had seemed a good idea half an hour ago, now Ace wasn't too sure. Another glare around told her there was someone following. Cursing Ace closed her eyes and tried to think. Wrong move. The street was empty and she immediatly felt the blow to her head. Her world went black as Ace crumpled to the floor, unconcsious and bleeding.

Ace woke up to an immediate feeling of dizziness and wood digging into her back. For a while she was unable to open her eyes. Just listening she knew that teh thugs who had kidnapped her were hired. Opening her eyes finally, Ace saw that she was in some sort of room, empty apart from the chair she was strapped to and her kidnappers. Ace's vision was blurred but she could tell she was still in London from the veiw outside the window.

"Aaahhh, now for the fun to begin!" She heard one of her attackers chuckle.

"Who are you the chuckle brothers?" Ace asked her head and mind fuzzy. Drugged, she'd definatly been drugged.

"Shut your mouth, b****!" Cried the second, slapping her round the face.

Shocked, Ace stared up at her attackers and licked her lip. Blood, she was bleeding and they'd hurt her. Though that was not far from what she'd expected.

"Now that scared, ya didn't it?" asked the first sarcastically.

"Not listen closely, we'se got orders not to kill you, but we got permission to do whatever it takes to get you to gives us a little peice of infomation, we clear?" The second explained a slight tint of welsh making it's way into his voice.

"I don't have a scooby freaking doo what your talking about!" Ace retorted, rolling her eyes and giving her head a light shake. This comment earned Ace another slap. It was true though, it was maybe the drugs or the constant blows to the head but either way she had no idea what they wanted.

"Now, lass just tell us and you can avoid a beatin'" The first said shrugging and pointing to the baseball bat in the corner of the room.

"No." She whispered smirking. Inside she was shaking. This was gonna do some serious damage.

Shaking his head the second thug picked up the bat and swung it directly into Ace's head.

Blackness descended over her mind yet again as her eyes drooped shut.

When Ace awoke they were peircing her skin with a sharp needle. Realising she was awake the welshman grinned up at her evilly and pushing the clear liquid into her blood. Within a few second she was shaking and her arms and legs erking. She was in so much pain in was unbelievable.

"Are you gonna tell us now?" He asked taking out another needle. Ace was in too much pain to speak so she shoo her head instead.

"Anyone would think you enjoyed pain!" Stated the welshman injecting Ace with another of the many doses.

This torture continued for what seemed like days untill Ace could bear it no longer. She waited untill both her attackers were out of the room. Taking in her surroundings she untied the rope whihc took a considerable amount of time. Ace, covered in bruises and puncture marks, grabbed hte baseball bat and smashed the window. Registering that she was on the 2nd floor she closed ehr eyes and jumped. The cracking of her bone made her sick but Ace had no time to feel sorry for herself. Running, despite her broken ankle and pounding head she ran as far and as fast as she could. Knowing that those men would be after her. Ace threw up because of the pain a few times on her journey. When she was sure she could go no further, Ace turned and knocked on the nearest door. 221B baker street. The door opened and an old woman jumped back in horror. Ace's face broken, bleeding and covered in vomit was a definite shock. Ace stumbled in despite no permission and collapsed on the passage floor.