Sherlock's p.o.v
It was dark, very dark. There is a sharp pain in Sherlock's arm, his head is ponding and his arms are tied up above his head, connected to the wall. He opens his eyes slowly and looks around, as his eyes adjust to the dark, he could make out the silhouette of people, lots and lots of people, tied up like him. He couldn't tell who they were, but he knew this wasn't good. He tried to remember how he got here, ok so he was in the brownstone going over the case, two men came and shot him and joan with knock ou- JOAN! He turned his head frantically looking around for her, his throat hurt so he couldn't speak.
"she's not here" a familiar voice, who was it, think sherlock think. He had to say something, anything.
"where is she?" he spoke quietly.
"SHERLOCK, man is that you?" another voice from across the room, he could see clearer now, detective bell, what was he doing here.
"bell, where are we? Wheres jo- watson?" sherlock said a little louder.
"no idea, I can teven see you properly, she might be her-"
"SHE IS NOT HERE" sherlock turned his head, a few people down was captin gregson.
"they only bought in sherlock" he said.
Joans p.o.v
She woke to sunlight shinning in her eyes, a terrible pain in her shoulder, and a ragging headache, she looked around, still in the brownstone. Where's sherlock? Her head immediately shot up with that thought, there were drag marks on the floor, they took him. She followed the marks to the back door, outside and down the ally, when the stop and got replaced with tire marks, oh god sherlock where are you? She ran back inside and grabbed her phone, again and again she calls captin gregsn and detective bell, no answer from either. She calls alfredo and tells him to meet her at the precinct on the 3rd floor, gregsons office. She arrives only to find nobody there, no a single perosn in sight.
Nobody at the front desk, nobody in the halls or in the offices, when she got off the elevator she was shocked, nobody on the entire floor. This place is usaully crowded with officers but now, empty. Alfredo was sitting on one of the desk texting on his phone, he see's joan and puts away his phone then walks over to her.
"joan, what happened? Wheres sherlock?"
"wheres sherlock? WHERES ANYBODY? I don't know and im terrified of whats going on"
"that's not all you should be scared of, look" he walked over to the white board and pulled a small note off it then gave it to joan.
To whom it may concern,
I'm afraid that you shall not be seeing you precint workers ever again, they have been put under my control unwillingly. By all means, try and find them, not even sherlock holmes will be able to!
Love
Jamie moriarty
"moriarty, I should have known" joans voice had changed, from scared to angry. "if she thinks she can just come in here and take people, she's got another thing coming" joan and alfredo looked around for a while, they needed to find any sort of clue she may have left, just a muddy foot print, she took a picture of it with her phone, and of the crime scence.
"I found something" alfredo shouted from across the room, joan walked over, he held up a tiny box. "it's a second hand listening device" joan took it from his hand and threw it across the room.
"grab the boxes of files, we have to go back to the brownstone, grab a few more files then find somewere to work" alfredo grabbed a box and follwed her out, once they had clean all of sherlocks files into boxes they loaded alfredos car and drove off. They were at one of alfredos many 'safe houses' as he liked to put it.
They got to work. She had to find them, she had to bring moriarty down for good. she had made up her mind, if she got the chance, joan was going to kill the bitch!
