AN: I'm pretty happy to have noticed that my first story has over 10,000 views, even if only a select few of you really liked it. It's still a nice feeling. I've tried to improve my writing since the beginning of those chapters in that story and I think I'm doing a really decent job. My classes were cancelled again today, so I took the time to type up this wonderful chapter for you!

I just want to say thank you for the support, I might seem kind of lame but I'm glad some of you are enjoying this story. I actually thought no one would like it, but you guys proved me wrong! :D

So I hope you enjoy this chapter, it took me a few hours to type up, I actually have re-written it about 3 times. Things are starting to get intense!

Sherlock's POV

After Sherlock had calmed down and regained himself, he showed Lestrade the live security camera that Moriarty had sent him. Lestrade didn't say anything when Sherlock showed him, he just took the laptop and placed it where Sherlock couldn't watch it. He went to the kitchen and grabbed some tissues, handing them to Sherlock. Sherlock blew his nose and threw the tissues away, sitting in his chair shaking just a tiny bit, he closed his eyes and tried to relax.

"What's the last thing you remember, Sherlock?" Lestrade asked, breaking the silence. Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at Lestrade.

"I.. I remember sitting at the table and John was making tea and.. I remember hearing something and when I looked to see what it was, John was.. being dr-dragged out of the flat and I went after him but I think Moriarty hit me on the back of the head and it knocked me out.. I woke up and looked at the SD card and that's how I found the live security camera." Sherlock neglected to tell Lestrade he had vomited, he didn't think it was an important detail right now.

"Well.. from what I can see, John isn't in the best condition right now.." Lestrade always pointed out the frustratingly obvious signs, causing Sherlock to let out a frustrated sigh and get up. Sherlock had to stand still for a few seconds and regain his balance, he was still dizzy.

"Yes, Lestrade, I understand John is in a bad condition and I don't know how to help him." Sherlock grabbed the computer and pulled up the picture of the map and printed it out. He put the laptop down and grabbed the picture from the printer. "I don't know what this is, but it's going to help. I assume once I go to the first location, it will give me clues to go to the next and how to find John. This is all Moriarty had left me with, but it'll do." He looked at Lestrade. "This is where you come in, I'm not in the right physical state to do this on my own, so you're going to help me." Lestrade gave a confused look to Sherlock.

"I can't drop what I'm doing at work to help you, Sherlock. Find someone else."

"You're the only person I trust Lestrade now dammit, help me find John!" Sherlock was getting weaker and could feel his stomach churning. He ran to the sink and dry heaved until blood came out.

"Jesus Sherlock, what the hell is wrong with you?" Lestrade must have been right beside him, turning on the water and handing him a paper towel. "What happened?" Sherlock cleared his throat and pushed Lestrade away to walk back to his chair. He coughed into a paper towel and blood came out.

"I don't know. This is why I need you, Lestrade." He looked up at him. "Please." Lestrade nodded and pulled out his phone to call off work for the next week. Sherlock didn't know what was wrong with him, but he couldn't let that bother him, right? John was all he needed to worry about and getting him back safetly in Sherlock's current condition was going to be hard.

"Come on, you're going to the hospital before we start anything." Lestrade said, helping Sherlock out of the chair and helping him out to his car. That was strange, Lestrade normally took cabs everywhere. Sherlock didn't try to fight him, he was too weak, so he let Lestrade drive him to the hospital.

After the doctor had checked everything out, he returned back to the room with a clipboard of information. He looked at both of them, concern and sadness written all over his face.

"I regret to inform you, Mr. Holmes, but you have just begun the first stages of lung and stomach cancer."

John's POV

John didn't know what time it was or how long he'd been in here, all he knew was every now and then someone would come in and cut a line into a random part of his body. But when Moriarty came in, worse things happened. Moriarty would sometimes cut into his skin, or burn into his skin, or make him eat foul and disgusting things, just the worst things to torture him with. John's whole body was as pale as could be and after a while his body just became numb. He couldn't feel them cutting into his skin anymore, unless they cut over another wound. John's whole body was weak, his back was marked up, but he didn't have to strength to not lean on the back of the chair. Where was Sherlock? How was he? What had happened to him? Had they taken him as well? Was he in another room?

"Sher...Sherlock.. Sherlock!" John tried yelling, but he couldn't get his voice that loud. A stranger walked in and slapped John across the face, causing his whole body to tense and then relax due to the pain.

"Your little detective won't hear you crying his name out. Don't even try." The stranger took the knife and made a long, slow slice into John's arm, from the his shoulder to his elbow. They stopped wiping the blood from the wounds and the stranger walked out, leaving John there covered in his blood. What was going through Moriarty's mind that he found this completely acceptable to mess with Sherlock? Why was he so obsessed with him? What did Sherlock ever do to be treated like this? John always asked himself these questions, but he still worried about where Sherlock was and how he was. Was Sherlock still alive? He had to be, Moriarty would only keep him if that were true. What if John did die? Would Moriarty continue to go after Sherlock? Obviously he would, he wanted to end Sherlock. Why couldn't he just be dead? Why did Sherlock have to keep him alive?

Moriarty walked into the room, sitting in the chair that had been across from John the whole time. He looked at John all over, looking at every wound he had made. Smiling, he leaned forward.

"Would you like to know something, John?" He asked in a hushed tone. John nodded slightly, he couldn't make out words anymore. "Your little Sherlock has a much greater battle to fight, not just to find you. I found this little bit of his adventure to be just my advantage." Moriarty kept dragging out what he was going to tell John, he always did. It created anticipation, Moriarty was basically a drama queen. "Sherlock has been diagnosed with cancer, that I injected into him when I took you. Well, it's not cancer, but that's how it will show up on the medical reports. It's something far worse than simple old cancer." Moriarty was smiling and John couldn't do or say anything. He just sat there, shock taking over his body, then anger. No matter how much pain John was in, he went crazy, he tried his hardest to rip out of the restraints, he got one hand free and lashed out at Moriarty, punching him in the jaw. Moriarty stood up and pulled out a gun, pointing it at John.

"If you want to see your detective live, I suggest you sit back in that chair and wait for him to come rescue you." Tension was very well present in Moriarty's voice, John obeyed and sat back in the chair. Dizziness started to take over after the adrenaline had disappeared and the last thing John remembered was being tied back, tighter, to the chair.

AN: Boom! The disasters in this chapter were really hard to think of, actually, but I'd like that say thank you to superwholock888 for giving me the idea of what was wrong with Sherlock. I am still going to take your idea and add it into other chapters, but I wanted to add my own twist to it. I hope you enjoyed what I did with it and I hope you stick around to see how I really use your idea. :D

Thanks again to everyone who has given me reviews, and if there is anything you don't like about a certain chapter or the whole story, LET ME KNOW! I will fix it! Or if you just want to throw your own ideas out there, I'll also take those into account for the next chapters.