A few weeks passed and Sherlock healed. He never thanked John, but he knew Sherlock was grateful. Christmas passed uneventful, John didn't get Sherlock anything and the other way around. John had told him that he had everything he wanted this year. Sherlock scoffed at that but later told him he thought the same.

Sherlock was now back on the map, he was officially alive and back in business. Mrs. Hudson wept into Sherlock's chest before fussing about the cut in his side. Lestrade on the other hand was a different story. He gave Sherlock a solid punch in the jaw and spit obscene words everywhere. He eventually calmed down and just laughed.

"Wow." John laughed. "I only tased him"

Turns out Irene Adler was indeed alive, Sherlock had stayed with her for a few nights while he was in America hunting down the assassins. John had felt jealousy churning in his stomach but he didn't voice any of it. He saw Sherlock smirk at him knowingly, after that particular discussion. Sally and Anderson's reactions were priceless, John swears Anderson was honestly scared of Sherlock and Sally just muttered something along the lines of I knew we wouldn't get rid of him that easily.

But that was all over and it was now December just a few hours until a new year, a new beginning in some ways. John decided, this year he wasn't going to have a resolution, he honestly didn't need to improve his life anymore, he had his Sherlock back and he was alive. He glanced at Sherlock and smiled. Same old Sherlock, he was sitting at the kitchen table looking into a microscope pausing only to write notes. He watched him work on whatever the hell it was he was doing and sighed. Jesus, I really need to go out and do something.

"Sherlock, I'm going to run to Tescos we need milk." He listened for a reply, none. "Do you want anything?" No reply. Fine he thought and left.

"Sherlock!" He called when he stepped into their flat but it was silent, no sounds nada. Dropping the shopping he ran up the stairs and checked the kitchen. He wasn't in there but one of his beakers was knocked over, a clear liquid spilling over the edge of the table onto the floor. He checked the other rooms he was nowhere to be seen, so he dialled up Greg.

"Hello?"

"Hey Greg it's John."

"Oh hi John, wha-." John had no time for domestics.

"Have you seen Sherlock?"

"No...why? Is something wrong?" He cursed under his breath.

"Sherlock's missing."

The line clicked off.

"Greg? Are you there? Greg! Shit!" He shouted.

Next he called Mycroft, who picked up after the first ring.

"Don't tell me, my dear brother is missing."

"How did..never mind sod it. You have to help me find him."

"I'll keep a lookout on the CCTV, if that will help."

"Thank you" he breathed.

"No-" the line clicked off.

"Arg not again!" He threw the phone on the sofa.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do!"

Sherlocks PoV

Groggy, Sherlock opened his eyes his hands and feet were bound together he had no gag. He wants to chat then, hmm.

"Glad you're awake. Boy, it was easy to capture you, and right under Johnny boys nose to." The man laughed. The accent was American.

"Who..are you?" Sherlocks voice was slurred slightly. No head pain, so I wasn't knocked unconscious. Drugged then, must have been out for at least two hours at maximum.

"Oh surely I don't need to answer that. Better question." Sherlock could hear the smile turn sour. "How did you survive?"

"Who wants to know?" He asked the drugs tarting to leave his system. The man stepped closer to Sherlock shining a light onto his face. Sherlock tried to keep the gasp from escaping.

"Jim."

He grinned.

A/N: Sorry I really wanted Jim to be alive when I watched Sherlock. He's my favourite :3

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