A/N: Chapter 3! :D Please note some language begins now and in the upcoming chapters. This one is short, but I'm posting two! Happy Early Valentine's Day! :) Also, please review!

Chapter 3: Video Feed

"Why didn't you go to the crime scene, Lestrade?" Sherlock asked angrily.

"Because this showed up on out doorstep and I thought you might want to take a look." Lestrade responded, ushering Sherlock and Mycroft into his office and over to his computer screen.

"What is it?" Sherlock asked, staring at the blank screen.

Lestrade handed him a piece of paper and the two brothers read it.

You took one of mine, so I took one of yours. You know what we want. Stay tuned! user: Scotlandyard password: Holmes2

"Oh Dear," the voice behind Sherlock said.

Sherlock turned on Mycroft, "What do you mean oh dear?"

"Well it seems to me, this is supposed to be incentive for me to release a certain criminal I've been interrogating for the last month."

"They took John as incentive for you? Why on earth would they do that?" Sherlock argued as Lestrade took back the paper and carefully typed in the listed website.

"Well," Mycroft hesitated, "It seems they were unable to get to you, so this seemed to be the next best thing."

"You mean John got kidnapped instead of me because of your stupid little games!" Sherlock yelled angrily.

"Gentlemen –" Lestrade tried to interrupt, staring at the computer screen in front of him, as an image came into focus.

"It's not a stupid game," Mycroft huffed, "It's a matter of national security."

"It's probably some stupid mid-level criminal, barely worth the effort." Sherlock scoffed.

"Mid-level criminals are not completely useless, they have connections," Mycroft responded.

"Boys –"

"Well of course they have connections! This means that you are interrogating some schmuck who probably barely knows anything, while the bigger guy steals John away and now you've put him in danger!"

"Why, Sherlock, I didn't know you cared about your blogger so much –"

"Would you both SHUT UP!"

The brothers turned to Lestrade who was staring angrily at them.

"What?" they asked.

"I think you'll want to see this," Lestrade said, as he gestured to his computer screen.

The two men returned to his side and watched as the log in to the website triggered a countdown, 5-4-3-2-1. There was John, passed out on a cot in a tiny little room, who the fuck knows where.

"John…" Sherlock breathed as he sat heavily in Lestrade's chair.

John woke up with a massive headache. Seriously, his head was throbbing and his mouth was so dry; he needed some water.

He opened his eyes slowly and paused. Right, kidnapped again. Fuck. He closed his eyes again and sighed before sitting up to take in his surroundings. No windows so no sun, that meant he had no way of telling how long he had been out.

The room was cold and somewhat damp, with one flickering lightbulb hanging by a thread off the ceiling. He was laying on a small, John shifted and grimaced, and very uncofrtable bed. There was a table next to him, an area to piss in the corner, and a giant steel door with 3 different locks and no doorknob on the inside.

John stood up and walked over to the door to test it out. Solid and heavy, it did not move an inch. Yup, he was definitely a prisoner and not getting out anytime soon.