A Reason to Worry
Chapter 1; John's POV
John woke with a pounding headache. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was going to meet Sherlock for lunch. He guessed he never made it and wondered if Sherlock was worried. He hoped not; he hated making Sherlock worry.
John realized he was sitting down. He tried to stand up and was met with resistance. It was only then that he noticed the rope tying his legs to the legs of the chair and his arms to the armrests. He struggled for a minute, and then gave up. He figured it was best to see what whoever it was that did this to him in the first place wanted.
John did not have to wait long.
"Hello," came a voice. The voice sounded familiar, but in his confused state, John couldn't place it.
"Welcome, John. Do you know why you're here?" The voice asked. John shook his head. He didn't even know where "here" was.
"You're my leverage," said the voice, stepping out of the shadows. John found himself looking at Jim Moriarty.
"Leverage?' John asked, finding his voice.
Moriarty thought for a moment before responding. "Sherlock has something very precious to me," he finally said, "I'm going to use you to try and get it from him."
"Get what from him?" John asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking. Moriarty didn't answer, only smiled.
"Now," he said as he clapped, making John jump, "let's call Sherlock."
