A/N Woah, 20 followers!? That is a lot more than I even hoped to get, thanks so much, hope I make it worth your while! In regards to bruderlein's timid question, I had thought about that, but whopdeedo:)I forgot to explain. From my point of view, Jim has been snooping around the hospital, surveying the building to make sure Sherlock went there. So he had to have seen a lot of medical procedures. Thinking of reviews, thanks! I really appriciate everyones comments and questions. Next chapter is going to have some sherlock wumph mwuahahaha...

John really hated Mycroft sometimes. The man reminded him of a plush teddy bear, puffy and fake. It was just the way Sherlock's brother marched around, as if he owned the world. John grinned. Sherlock would say he probably did. Johns grin slid off his face, as the realisation that Sherlock was absent from the picture hit. That was why he must meet Mycroft. To get his detective back. John took a deep breath and ignoring the men in black standing outside Speedy's, slipped into the cafe.

Mycroft watched John as he entered. John gulped nervously and sat down across from the secret man. Silence enlisted as both men wondered what to say.

Ok Mycroft won't help if I freak out at him... He is supposed to be watching Sherlock! What does he want though? Should I ask or...

John has the right to be angry... it is partially my fault... what do I say? He got the landlady too... two blows to John... Hm... Must have hurried over here, broke off a date- no Myc, stay focused. What to say...

John was rather amused, this was the first time Mycroft Holmes hadn't been talkative in his life. John thought, and decided correctly it meant Sherlock was in more trouble than usual.

"This is a bit not good, correct?"

"Yes, yes. Sherlock could be anywhere."

John Watson let his eyes grow wide.

"You have no idea what's happening, or where Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson are."

Mycroft lowered his eyes, taking a classic Holmes pose, nodded slightly.

"The all powerful reduced to nothing. That's what scares you the most. Not Sherlock being kidnapped along with my landlady. Not the fact they could both be hurt. Just the fact you can't do a thing about it. You're powerless."

Mycroft kept in his bubbling rage. He knew he could tell enough about John to bring the man down. He also knew human emotions. Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson had been captured by Moriarty. The man was a genius. The difference was how Jim had let the smarts get to his head, and warped his mind to a setting most people didn't have. Full on psycho. Both he and Sherlock had the access to that brain, Sherlock more than himself. John knew the craziness of this man. He knew how much hurt he could bring. John needed to vent, and if Mycroft had to take the blows, so be it.

"You, you don't even care! He's your brother! He's been kidnapped and you aren't doing anything!"

Mycroft sat there, thinking. He had sat for a good hour looking through security footage. He was the one who set it up. He looked through every shot, trying to see if there had been just a split second where the criminal's faces entered the screen. But they got their instructions from a mastermind, no such luck. However, even geniuses make mistakes, and Mycroft was good at pointing them out.

"Your phone. Please."

John, who had been raging the whole time, stopped in midsentence and allowed a classic look of confusion to rain onto his face.

"Muh- My phone?"

Mycroft nodded, and held out his hand. John's brain tugged. He finally shoved his tired hands into his pockets, and pulled out the engraved thing.

"I set up a very complicated tracking system in SHerlock's phone. Moriarty has noticed, and set a virus to it."

John stared.

"And how is that going to help?"

"As I was saying, this particular tracker was a tough one to break. The whereabouts of my brother in the past hour are still hidden in the system.

John opened his mouth, feeling a slight flush to his cheeks. Mycroft smiled knowingly and exited the cafe, saying;

"I need a computer to crack it, mind if I borrow yours?"

John didn't need to answer. Nor did he need to warn Mycroft of the password protection. Mycroft was a Holmes. They always figure it out.