I wake up jolting into a sitting position as I try to control my heavy breathing. I feel Sherlock sit up and pat my back awkwardly but I shrug him off, grab clothes, and go to the bathroom locking the door.
*Third Person POV*
Sherlock goes downstairs to the sitting room where he finds Mycroft reading the newspaper sitting on his armchair.
Mycroft glances up from the paper, "Coffee or tea?"
"Tea." Sherlock answers.
Mycroft pours him a cup, "Kenni decided to rearrange my office yesterday."
"Thought so." Sherlock grabs his cup.
Mycroft leans back as he goes back to his newspaper while Sherlock quietly sips his tea after sitting on the couch.
John comes down, "Good morning you two."
"Morning." Sherlock responds.
"Good morning John. Would you like coffee or tea?" Mycroft asks politely.
"Coffee please." John sits on the couch.
Mycroft gets up and goes to the kitchen and comes back with a mug of coffee.
"Thank you." John says as he takes it.
Mycroft just nods as he sits back down. Lennox comes down and curls up on the couch with a book.
*My POV*
I come down and curl up on the floor with a well loved book and stay quiet for awhile before suddenly saying, "Crofty, I just remembered."
"What?" Mycroft asks.
I look up at him, "How do ya like yer office?"
I see Mycroft roll his eyes and so I tilt my head with innocent puppy eyes, "What?"
"Never mind." Mycroft brushes it off.
"Is my cheek bruised?" I change the subject, "It still feels funny."
"It's not too bad." John reassures me.
"I can't help but feel it's my fault." Lennox says.
"It ain't. I jumped in the way willingly and he hits like a ten year old." I tell her.
"Thanks for that by the way, even if it wasn't necessary." Lennox says.
"A man should never hit a woman without a seriously good reason." I explain my reasoning.
"True." Lennox agrees.
"And I don't like seeing that kinda stuff." I say quietly.
"Thank you." Lennox says.
"For what?" I ask.
Lennox just changes the topic, "Now that we're off that topic, who wants pancakes?"
"Is John making them?" I ask.
"Hey, I can cook, I just choose not to. Besides, John deserves a break." Lennox defends.
"Then I'm good." I go back to my book as Lennox shrugs.
"Ok." She leaves the room.
A little bit later Sherlock stands up suddenly saying, "How could I be so slow?" before he then leaves.
I don't bother to look up, "What now?"
"I believe that was a break through." Mycroft explains.
I roll my eyes, "I'm not stupid Crofty. Why did he have one is what I'm getting at."
"Oh, right. He didn't tell you about the case." Mycroft says.
"What case daddy?" I ask as I get up and go curl up on his lap.
"Moriarty." Is all that Mycroft has to say.
"Ok. Read the funnies in the newspaper, please." I request sweetly and Mycroft does so.
I notice John watching us amused, probably knows I used my sweet side to get my way. Sometime later found me wandering around the mini castle with Mycroft's phone while he looks for it, I believe I saw Lennox drawing, and John sitting outside.
*Third Person POV*
Lennox, satisfied with her drawing, goes in search of Ester to give it to him. She finds him cleaning a room that is destroyed and stops in the doorway before moving to help him.
"I suggest you only take care of trash if you are going to help. Kenni can be O.C.D. at times." Ester advises the young woman.
Lennox shrugs and places the drawing on the desk for now, "As long as I can help."
Ester smiles gratefully and goes back to making the bed, putting clothes and stuffed animals away while Lennox starts cleaning up the trash. Lennox hums a random tune as she finishes clearing away glass while Ester straightens the notebooks on the bookcases.
"There." Ester says when they finish their work, "I shall let Mycroft know that Kenni will be needing new frames for his photos after he finds his phone and is in a better mood."
Lennox nods then grabs the forgotten drawing from the desk, "Oh! Here, I drew this for you."
Ester takes, and studies, the offered drawing, "Thank you, it is beautiful."
Lennox smiles, "You're welcome, figured you needed some appreciation."
"That is very thoughtful." Ester praises the young woman.
"I know, that's why I did it... and helping you with the mess." Lennox tells him. Ester smiles at her proudly and Lennox smiles right back.
"Why don't we hang this in my room?" Ester suggests.
"Ok." Lennox agrees.
Ester leads the way to his room and when they step inside he asks, "Where should we hang it?"
Lennox looks around, "Hmmm."
Ester glances about then goes to his bed, "What about next to the bed?"
"Yea! That works." Lennox agrees happily and with some tape, Ester hangs the picture up.
Lennox tilts her head, "I like it."
"Me as well." Ester agrees.
*My POV*
I come running into Ester's room and shut the door, "Grandpa!"
"Yes?" Ester asks patiently.
"I think daddy wants to kill me." I wrap my arms around Ester's waist, "And thanks for cleaning my room."
"Of course and I doubt Mycroft will kill you." Ester says.
"But he will!" I insist.
"You can hide in here." Ester relents.
"Yay!" I sit on his bed then pull Crofty's phone back out while Ester shakes his head amused and Lennox quietly sits on the trunk with her legs crossed.
"Ya know, Crofty is a social butterfly in his own right." I muse.
"Yes he is." Ester agrees.
"It's fun to read the texts and emails." I say with an impish grin causing Ester to chuckle then I say, "Then there's the business stuff."
Ester just smiles.
"Now that's where it gets interestin'." I tell them.
"Oh?" Ester asks curiously.
"Nope. Less that know, the better." I remind him.
Ester nods in understanding, "Very well."
"That, and he'll definitely kill me 'cause I ain't supposed ta know." I point out.
"True." Ester agrees.
"Wonder if Sherlock solved that case yet." I say thoughtfully.
"Likely." Ester says.
"Hopefully." I add.
"I still want to see the bodies." Lennox suddenly says.
"Why?" I ask.
"John said they look like us." Lennox explains.
"Ok, but I doubt Molly would allow it." I say.
"I'll figure something out if she doesn't let me in." Lennox claims.
"But why?" I ask.
"Curious." Lennox says and I shake my head.
Lennox looks at her bandaged hand for a bit, "Needs to be decorated."
I hold out my sharpies and glitter. (best to not ask)
Lennox smiles, "You two wanna help?"
"Nope." I use my pink and silver sharpies to draw on my jeans.
"No, I have work." Ester says before leaving to do his job.
Lennox shrugs and starts to decorate the bandages. Guess Mycroft got close enough to the room because I hear him yelling for me and I can't help my giggle. I see Lennox is, at least slightly, amused.
"I like torturing him." I say with a such an innocent and sweet look about me.
Lennox can't seem to help but laugh, "Good to know."
"I can be for hire if ya want, anythin' ya want done to him will cost four pounds." I say happily.
Lennox taps her chin, "I'll consider it. On second thought, I'll let you know."
"Ok." I grab the glitter glue and start outlining my jean drawings.
Lennox seems satisfied that the bandages are no longer boring.
I hold the bottle out and offer, "Glitter glue?"
"Why not?" She takes it, "Thank you."
"Yep. Then I'll use that to put a smiley on the back of Crofty's and my phones." I say.
"Gotcha." Lennox says.
I take the glitter glue back when she finishes using it. I put a plain smiley on Crofty's phone but mine had a tongue hanging out. Lennox gets up and stretches, mindful of the bandages. I lie back to let my legs dry.
"Well, I'm getting bored here, see ya Kenni." Lennox leaves.
"Oh." I say softly then I move to the sitting room and stretch out on the floor with both phones.
I look up as Mycroft comes in, "Hi."
"May I have my phone?" Mycroft asks, more like requests.
"In a bit. It's gotta dry." I say with a straight face.
"What did you do?" Mycroft asks seriously.
"Take a look, but don't touch. I don't want it ruined." I tell him.
Mycroft gets a close look at his phone, "Why do you insist on making my life more difficult?"
"Because I don't get punished." I explain.
Mycroft seems to think about this, "True."
I tilt my head, "I'm not going to start getting punished now, am I?"
"Not my place, besides you're an adult." Mycroft says.
"Sweet." I beam happily and Mycroft just rolls his eyes.
I look up at him, "May I please go out to look for Sherlock?"
"Be careful." Mycroft warns me.
"Yer letting me out? Awesome." I get up and run off after grabbing my phone while Mycroft shakes his head at me.
I run down the street toward the Scotland Yard, hoping Sherlock is there. I see Lestrade talking to Anderson so I go to them.
"Lestrade!" I slide to a stop by them.
Lestrade looks at me, "I was wondering when you'd get here."
"Been under house arrest." I explain in an offhand manner, "Where's Sherlock?"
"Try St. Bart's." Lestrade offers.
I sigh, "Of course. Thanks Lestrade." I start to walk away.
"Sure thing." Lestrade calls after me.
I head to St. Bart's using a back street but don't notice the person that's following me until pain explodes on the back of my head and I crumple to the ground.
*Third Person POV*
Moriarty stalks Kenni as he leaves the elder Holmes' mansion to the Scotland Yard and then strikes as the young man heads down a back road, towards the hospital presumably. He watches as the young man hits the ground then picks him up and disappears.
Sherlock gets back to Mycroft's and finds Lennox sitting on the floor in the sitting room lost in her thoughts.
Sherlock listens for a moment, "It's too quiet."
Lennox shakes her head slightly, "Yea, it is."
"Kenni and Mycroft in one building should not result in silence." Sherlock reminds her of the last couple days.
"Mycroft went off somewhere; I don't know where Kenni is." Lennox informs him.
Sherlock sighs, "Mycroft most likely has a business meeting."
Lennox hums in response and Sherlock sits on the couch while Lennox goes back to her thoughts.
Sherlock asks, "Where's John?"
"He's caught up at work." Lennox tells him and Sherlock sighs.
Lennox lies down on the floor.
"How's your hand?" Sherlock asks mildly curious.
"Better." Lennox replies offhandedly.
"I am guessing self-harm is what caused it." Sherlock deduces.
"Yup." Lennox confirms and Sherlock nods as silence falls over the room.
By late afternoon Mycroft and John come home. Lennox is sitting on a chair humming while Sherlock watches tv.
"Where is Kenni? Didn't he come back with you, brother?" Mycroft asks.
"No, I never saw him." Sherlock answers.
"He said he was going to find you hours ago for some reason or another." Mycroft explains and Sherlock sighs.
"Moriarty?" John asks and Sherlock nods in confirmation.
"Great." Mycroft sits down on his armchair and John runs a hand through his hair.
Mycroft speaks up, "But where was he taken and were there witnesses?"
Sherlock starts pacing when John suggests, "The Scotland Yard."
"Let's go." Sherlock says grabbing his coat and scarf pulling them on.
John stands up along with Lennox and they follow Sherlock to the Scotland Yard.
Lestrade is in his office doing some paperwork when Sherlock opens the door, "Lestrade."
Lestrade looks up, "Yes Sherlock?"
"Have you seen Kenni?" Sherlock asks.
"Yes, he was looking for you. I told him to try St. Bart's, where I thought you went after we solved that case." Lestrade informs him.
"He's gone missing." John tells him.
Lestrade calls out, "Donovan, Anderson; get in here!"
Donovan enters the office, "What is it?"
Anderson is quick to follow, "Yes sir?"
"Kenni has been kidnapped." Lestrade tells them.
"And what're we supposed to do?" Donovan asks with slight annoyance.
"We're going to help them find him." Lestrade subtly orders them.
"Ughh fine." Donovan reluctantly agrees.
Lestrade gives her a look as he stands.
"Which route does Kenni take to the hospital?" Lestrade asks.
"The secluded one." Sherlock answers.
"Why am I not surprised?" Lestrade sighs.
"Let's get this over with." Donovan grumbles.
Lestrade ignores her and heads out with Sherlock on his heels as the others follow. When they arrive at the route Kenni uses they get to work looking for clues. Lennox wanders a bit further ahead looking.
Sherlock kneels down and finds Kenni's bracelet that he always wears, "He was taken here."
John looks over, "But why?"
"Because he can be used." Sherlock explains.
Lennox nods in agreement and Sherlock goes on, "He knows us, very well. He knows our pressure points, how we think."
"Who?" Anderson asks stupidly.
"Kenni." Sherlock answers.
"Hmmm." Lestrade hums.
"What?" John looks at him.
"Just thinking." Lestrade brushes off.
"Alright." John relents.
*My POV*
I slowly start to wake up with a groan.
"Ahh good, you're up." I hear an annoying voice say.
I open my eyes to see Moriarty in front of me, "To an ugly face in mine."
"Now, now, is that any way to treat your host?" Moriarty chides.
"If it's you, yes." I retort back.
"Oh, we'll see." Moriarty says.
"Why do you say that jerk?" I ask.
Moriarty smirks, "No reason."
"So, why am I ungraced with yer presence, again?" I asked unhappily.
"I'm sure you know why." Moriarty says.
"Nuh uh." I deny.
"No use playing dumb, I know you're smarter than that." Moriarty says.
"Nope, I ain't." I insist.
"Then I guess you'll never know." Moriarty coos.
"Shitbag." I insult.
Moriarty just ignores me and so I decide to take that time to fight against my restraints.
"After our last encounter I made sure to take extra precautions to ensure you won't run away." Moriarty tells me happily.
"Damn." I sigh.
Moriarty smirks, "I'll leave you alone for now, ta ta."
With that, Moriarty leaves me alone. I throw my head back with a sigh and close my eyes.
A week goes by and I feel sick and tired. Moriarty and his men haven't brought me any food or drink.
I hear the door open and someone walk in then Moriarty's voice say, "You're in luck, seems Sherlock's getting closer to solving this one."
"I know. I left a little trinket for him when ya took me." I say in a raspy voice.
"I thought as much, thank you for that. By the way Sebby, be a dear and get him some water." Moriarty coos.
"No thanks, it's probably drugged or somethin'." I snap at him.
"I assure you it's not. Well, not by me at least." Moriarty says and I scowl at him. Moriarty smiles, "Sebastian, time to leave."
"Of course." Sebastian leaves.
"Hope you enjoyed your stay." Moriarty coos before leaving.
"Bastard." I scream after him.
A little later I doze off from exhaustion.
I rouse some when I hear someone come bursting in, "Sherly?"
"Hm?" Sherlock murmurs as he comes over.
"Hey, got my bracelet?" I ask and Sherlock holds it up.
I grin, "Good." I couldn't imagine losing it.
"C'mon, let's get you out of here." Sherlock crouches beside me.
"Please?" I ask softly.
Sherlock unties me and I wrap my arms around his neck and mutter, "I hate him."
"We all do." Sherlock says as he lifts me and starts carrying me out.
"How'd ya find me?" I ask.
"Simply followed the trail." Sherlock answers.
"I know, but what was the trail?" I push.
"Well, various things really, as if you left them yourself." Sherlock tells me.
"Really?" I look up at him and he nods.
I ask softly, "Will Lestrade make me go to the hospital?"
"Likely." Sherlock confirms my fear, "However, it's a good thing we have a doctor of our own."
"Mhmm." I hum as Sherlock steps outside.
I squint from the light and hear Sherlock call out, "John!"
I hear John rush over, "Is he ok?"
"He's dehydrated and malnourished but still needs a full check up." Sherlock explains.
"Let's get him to a hospital then. They'll be able to help him more." John tells Sherlock and Sherlock nods his agreement.
"Can I get morphine or some painkillers?" I ask innocently.
"You'll get some when you get there." Sherlock promises gently.
"I doubt that is wise Sherlock, his drug problem." John says quietly.
"I know; which is why I'm letting the doctors give them to him." Sherlock responds.
"Sherlock!" John says surprised.
"Hm?" Sherlock asks as if nothing's wrong.
"Should you really? What if Lestrade or someone finds out?" John asks concerned.
"I'll make sure they won't John." Sherlock tells him.
"Hey!" Lestrade calls as he jogs up to us, "We couldn't find anyone in any of the buildings."
"That sucks." I mumble.
"Mhmm." Sherlock hums in agreement.
"Hey Lestrade." I give said man a weak wave before rewrapping my arm around Sherlock's neck.
"Hey Kenni." Lestrade greets me gently.
"Why are Donovan and Anderson here? They hate us." I ask after noticing the two police officers.
"I made them come." Lestrade explains.
"Oh." I say.
"Glad your ok." Lestrade says.
"Me too." I reply.
We take a trip to the hospital where I have to stay overnight for precaution or whatever. I grumble as I get hooked to machines.
"You'll be fine." Sherlock says.
"I hate this." I complain.
"I know." Sherlock says.
"Mycroft know yet?" I change the subject.
"Not yet." Sherlock says.
"You should tell him." I tell him then ask, "Where are John and Lennox?"
"Back at the flat." Sherlock answers.
"Oh, ok. You can go there too if ya want. Probably more fun than here." I tell him trying to not slip up.
Sherlock shakes his head, "No, someone has to keep you company."
"Why?" I ask and Sherlock just shrugs.
I roll my eyes, "I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself." Sherlock just sits in a chair so I lean back against the pillows, "I hope I get jello at least."
"Maybe." Sherlock says.
"Mrs. Hudson is going to make a big fuss now." I say.
"Yes." Sherlock agrees.
I pout, "Great. Remember when I showed up after gettin' shot? That was bad but now she's got a good reason to stuff food down my throat."
"She's just worried." Sherlock supplies.
"Mother bear." I reply.
"Rather annoying." Sherlock adds.
"Yep." I agree.
It turns out that I could get jello and Sherlock did stay the whole night with me sleeping in the uncomfortable chair.