John decided to go home with Mary for a while, to just sleep there and go see sherlock in the morning. He spent most of the night however looking over the same case trying to find a good reason to arrest this man. Mary walked in the front door with a soft smile on her face. "I thought you would've gotten a text by now." She said as she holds out a container of food for him to take. She was wearing black pants and a dark violet sweater to keep her warm from the rain. John takes the container of food and sets it next to his work. "Yeah well you know sherlock. Mega mastermind who doesn't need help from anybody." He said in a mocking voice, Mary sitting down next to him with a laugh. "Believe me I know. You talk about it all the time." She teased and john kissed her cheek.

As the night went on john got more and more tired. Finally giving up on Sherlocks text. He shuts his laptop and stands up, heading for the bedroom. Mary was already in bed and fast asleep, blanket lazily tossed to the side and off of her leg so she could be comfortable. John walked past the bed and towards the bathroom, getting dressed in his pajamas before climbing in bed next to her. He gently wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her close to him. He shuts his eyes and drifts off to sleep, thinking about Sherlock.

John wakes up the next morning, gently rolling over to grab his phone. 10:38, he yawned and checked his messages. "No notifications, great." He gets up, heading for the bathroom, Mary in the kitchen making breakfast. She turned her head when she heard the bathroom door close. "Good morning sweetie!" She yelled and placed the food on a plate. John rushed out of the bathroom a few minutes later. "I'm going to sherlocks. I'll be back soon." He kissed the top of her head, hugging her close. "Ok, I'm going out shopping today so I won't really be around here." John nods. "Alright. Oh, why you're out can you pick up more notebooks? I'm running low." She smiled and nods. "Of course." John kissed her goodbye and runs out of the house, heading for the flat.

Once he arrived he met Mrs Hudson on the stairs. "Sherlocks been real quiet this morning. I was going to go in but he never sleeps in this long." John nods. "I'm surprised he sleeps at all to be honest. He's always up and going." He walked past her, knocking on Sherlocks door. John invites himself in, walking towards the bedrooms. His first few steps echoed but his last step was a splash? Confused john looked down at the puddle of blood. "What the hell?" He asked himself and lifted his foot off of the ground. "Oh god, sherlock?!" He called out a bit more frantic. He looked around, the case file was ripped up and the living space was messier than usual. Immediately he pulled put his phone calling Greg. "Get here now! Sherlocks in danger. Also bring men shoes." John tried not to touch anything, he didn't dare move from his spot with the blood on his shoe.

Greg showed up with police, paramedics, the whole rodeo practically. John let's the man take his shoe and put it in an evidence bag, blood being swabbed and pictures being taken around them. Greg throws john a pair of sneakers, john catching them after about dropping them. He watched carefully, rubbing the back of his head trying to think. "So, sherlock comes up missing after you two go down and threaten a doctor with jail time. Don't you two know anything about warrants or are you two too busy playing Nancy drew." John rolled his eyes. "OK, in our fairness you know how sherlock gets when he gets excited." Greg nodded and runs a hand through his hair. "Aright. That's fair, do we have any leads or are we going to be winging it this entire time?" John hands him a piece of paper. "We need to interrogate those people. Talk to the victims loved ones and hopefully get enough to arrest that guy, interrogate him, find sherlock." Greg nods and takes the paper. "Good on you. Tell your wife you'll be home late." John nods, pulling his phone out to send a quick message.

Sherlock trembled in the chair, the ropes making his wrists bruise and cut with each struggle. This person who had abducted him wasn't messing around, They knew how to tie a knot and keep him guessing. The blood streaks on the left side of his head beginning to finally dry up. His head felt like it had become a thousand times heavier, tilting his head any way hurt like hell. He forced himself to look over his situation. His ankles were tied to the legs of the chair, wrists and forearms tied to the arms of the chair and a belt looped around his left upper arm, he looked down at the small needle mark hole. He then turned his attention over to his shirt. The grey fabric was covered in a red like dust and soaked up blood. Great he was going to have to buy a new shirt when he got out of this mess. He licked his bottom lip, the faint taste of metallic on his tongue. Hopefully his face didn't look to bad. He couldn't see around anything or into anything to look at himself. He glanced over at his right arm, hooked to a heart rate monitor and blood pressure cuff. What kind of primary school experiment was this?

As Sherlock leaned his head against the back of the chair he could hear the faint footsteps around the corner. The room smelling of Cologne? Sherlock perked up slightly and his heart rate picked up when he saw the person. There was no way he could get the right details. They were wearing a black ski mask to cover their hair and a broken doll mask, smeared red lipstick on the dolls mouth and faint blue eye-shadow. They wore a black jumpsuit that looked like it belonged in an auto shop but was to small for an actual employee. No name badge either. They had covered every in of their skin and details, even adding a few random details to fuck with Sherlock's mind. They knew how Sherlocks mind worked. "So nice to finally meet you." He said and they head towards a glass case, grabbing a brown vial and syringe. "What is that?" He questioned. The figure comes over and speaks. Great even a voice changing device was masking the only thing he could use to identify them. "You are no longer a year clean." They spoke a bit haunting. Sherlocks face was a bit confused but Once they opened the bottle the smell hit him hard. "Is that what you've been putting in me? Heroin." He was pissed. He had been a year clean and now his body was going to crave the sweet sin. The sweet feeling pulsing through his veins and throughout his body. He tries to pull his arms free, blood soaking up into the wooden chair before dripping onto the wet cold floor. They walked over, blue gloves poking the fold in Sherlocks arm to find his vein. Then it happens. The needle goes in and the sweet devilish feeling floods him, Head swaying back and fourth. He looked up at them and spits at their face. "You're going to regret doing this." He said and they just laughed. The figure grabbed sherlock by his hair yanking his head back. Sherlock yelped in pain, teeth clenched and eyes shut tightly. "You're going to regret everything after I'm done with you." They knock sherlock to the ground, letting his head smack into the cobblestone. He laid there for a moment before they yanked him back up, slashing Sherlocks cheek open with a knife. Not badly, but enough to bleed. His eyesight was blurry, back of his head dripping both disgusting water off the floor and a small amount of blood. Pounding getting unbearable before the heroin kicks in, practically knocking him out.