Puzzle Pieces From The Clay

by WatsWitDaMonkey

What if Sherlock Was a British pop singer? What if John Was a pop fan? What if they fell in love? Crap summary is crap, just read. I used songs straight from musicians but I accredit them in each chapter. Rating is in-between T & M. Language mostly. Some sexual stuff and drug use later on (ch 4) LONG CHAPTERS

4. Chapter 4

4. Song: It's Working
Band: MGMT
~AND~
Song: Paralyzer
Band: Finger Eleven
(You might wanna set aside some time, this is kinda a mammoth. Sorry. You can copy/paste on a word doc or on your iPod notes if you want but promise me that you'll only use it for personal reading because I seriously worked hard on this and shit...)

After my creative outburst I realized that everyone was looking at me with scared eyes and (John especially) worried expressions.

"You okay?" John asked.

I nodded and threw my journal back onto the nightstand, "Peachy. Let's go put on a show! Allon-sy!" I said and laced arms with John again as we walked down the hall towards the van.

"So do you like Doctor Who or do you just say that because you speak french?" John asked me.

"The former," I explained and smiled at him, "But I can speak French too. And a little German." He smiled back, slightly amazed, and we climbed into the van.

The club was a 'family-friendly' environment. Our group (Lestrade, Molly, John, Anderson and Donovan) entered in through the back door so we could avoid any possible contact with fanatic people. I didn't really like the club, too clean and happy. Really what would have been cool was if we could score a gig at a bar or a little club. Just, anywhere but here. I hated playing in front of teenage girls who thought me attractive. The screams of "I love you!", though flattering, didn't help my image.

I ignored the place and the people though and began to allow myself to feel the energy of the people and things around me. I needed to feel the music and get prepared for the show. I looked through a window that showed the auditorium and the people inside and to my surprise it wasn't all teenage girls. There was an even mixture of females and males and they all seemed to be about the same age, mid-late teens. Good, I thought. Early teens were the worst. I closed my eyes and felt around for the energy again and felt something bright and good next to me. I peeked out and saw John looking around at all the different people in the crowd. I smiled to myself and closed my eyes again and reached out my hand a little ways to tap his. I felt him tap me back before we clasped them together and we walked along to the backstage area. Eventually I opened my eyes and saw a group of people sitting in a circle and munching on the snacks they had set out.

"Shit," I whispered, remembering that some people got backstage passes. I tightened my grip on John's hand before letting go.

They seemed to notice the six of us and they all stood up, "Hello!", "Hi!", "It's nice to meet you!" and any other arrangement of greeting came from them.

We all let out a groaning, "Hello."

Molly was the friendliest, "Hey guys! Thanks for coming to the show tonight. Means a lot to us," she told them cheerfully and sat amongst them. I looked at John and sighed.

"What time is it?" I whispered.

He took my wrist, "8:20," he said and let go of my arm.

I groaned, "I don't wanna be sociable for ten minutes with these people!" I told him in a hushed voice.

He shrugged, "Not my problem. Have fun!" He pushed me forward a little ways but I caught his arm.

"No, you're coming with me!" I told him and dragged him to sit in one of the chairs. I sat in the one next to him. "Hello, people. You're having a splendid night aren't you?" I said sarcastically.

They all nodded urgently and some giggled. One of them then asked, "Who's he?" and pointed to John.

I glanced at him, "Friend of mine," and looked back at them.

They all looked at one another and /giggled/! Always with the giggling! I leaned back in my chair and waited for it to be nine already. I saw John's hand hanging down from the side of his chair. I reached mine down too and held one of his fingers.

Eventually it became nine pm and it was time for us to go on. By that point I had found a lanyard with a pass on it for John. And so the band led the girls and I still held John's hand to the stage where they walked down to this little circle in front of everyone. I looked out at the crowd in front of me and let go of John so he could walk down. I grabbed my guitar and anxiously played a chord. It amplified out and everyone screamed. I looked back to Molly and Lestrade and they both nodded at me. We knew our setlist and we were ready.

I turned back to the crowd and found John easily amongst others. I smiled and closed my eyes. I heard Lestrade start the drumming pattern and I began to play.

The show had everyone in a better mood but when it was time to go I couldn't find John. We had to make it to the after party and he was definitely invited. I personally wanted to get drunk. (and I personally wanted to get drunk with John) I went down the stage and looked on the main floor for him. I went backstage, to their bathrooms and then to the downstage bathrooms.

I saw his figure standing at a urinal, "John, there you are. Come on man, gotta get to the after-party."

He laughed, "Gees, can't a guy just pee around here?" I heard him zip up his pants and he walked to the sink next to the one I was leaning against.

"No," I said seriously and when he looked over at me I started laughing. "Oh, man. Come on John." I clapped him on the back and we walked out laughing. "Hey John," I began, my arm slung over his shoulder and his arm around my waist.

"What?" he said, still giggling over nothing. He caught his breath and breathed deeply, trying to not laugh anymore.

"I wanna get pissed tonight," I explained and smirked at him.

He raised an eyebrow, "Dude, you're only twenty." I shrugged. He shook his head and laughed again. "Okay man, whatever. Where is this party anyway?"

"Molly's old roommate was so kind as to host it," I told him.

He nodded, "Cool." We kept walking until we got to a door which I held open for him and then we walked back out to the van. Molly and Lestrade were already on the van so we drove off towards Molly's old house.

There were a handful of people there, mostly high-school friends and friends of friends and a couple friend's brother's cousins too. All in all there were probably thirty or forty people there. I noticed that John actually knew a few people there but I also observed that he wasn't one hundred percent comfortable there if I wasn't with him. I didn't say anything, just followed him or he followed me.

Finally it was time, "John."

"What?"

"Let's find the beer," I smiled viciously at him.

He laughed and nodded, "Yes. Let's." We went to the kitchen where there was some food laid out on the table and snacked on that for a moment before I set eyes on the fridge. I opened it and looked around. Upon opening the bottom drawer I found two twelve packs. Of soda.

"Dammit!" I said, frustrated.

"What's wrong? No alcohol for poor, underage Sherly?" John teased.

I laughed, "Shut up!" I shut the fridge door and took John's wrist. "Come along, Jawn," I said, my eyes large and eager.

"Where are you taking me?" he whined.

"Let's find Molly's roommate!" I told him.

"But there's Malteazers!" he said and pointed back to the bowl of chocolate things. I let go of his wrist and he happily grabbed two handfuls and put them in his pockets like a child. I laughed at his antics.

"Grab me some Wine Gums would you?" I asked and he took a handful and with his free hand spread open my palm to put them in. "Thank you kind sir," I said and gave an exaggerated bow.

"Tis nothing, your majesty," he said, his voice going deep and he also bowed.

"Come along now, Sir Jawn. We must find the fair maiden Moss," I dropped the wine gums in my pocket and took his hand and led him away into the mass of people (I swear they doubled!) Then I saw the door open and Lestrade's friends came in, each carrying two cases of beer. My eyes sparkled at the notion.

I ran up to Lestrade's friends (apparently they had been there earlier but Lestrade and them had left to get the drinks and come back. Lestrade was the oldest in our group, being twenty-four). "Hello! Thank you!" I took a bottle out of one of their cases and nodded at them before I went back to the kitchen and found a bottle opener. John was soon there too with a bottle his own. He popped the top off of his and we clinked glasses and drank. "Ahh, finally!" I said and went out into the party again with John at my side. Just then music started to play and I set my drink down on the coffee table and motioned for John to do the same. I went wild, letting my body move of its own free will to the beat of the drums and the sound of the electro keyboard. I had alway wanted a pianist to play in the ConsultingDetectives. People around me began to dance as well but John didn't, he sat on the couch and laughed openly at us. I shook my head at him and pulled him off the couch.

"I'm not drunk enough to dance with you, Sherlock!" he shouted at me over the sound of the music.

I laughed at him, "Neither am I!" We both laughed and went to the coffee table to retrieve our drinks. I couldn't decide which one was mine out of the two so I grabbed the nearest one and took a swig. Then I saw an S on the one John was drinking out of and I looked at my bottle, "John! You're drinking mine!" I yelled at him and snatched my bottle back before handing him his. We finished our first drinks before we went back and got another. More dancing. Then maybe another. More dancing. And only one more. Or two. I lost count.

We found our way back to the dance floor and drunkenly moved to the loud party music. I noticed a joint was being passed around the room. I thought about it before deciding 'why not'. It got passed my way and I took a drag. John took it from me and took one too. Everything slowed down and I danced, completely letting go. I reached into my pocket and ate two of the candies I had in there. Someone turned on multi-colored fairy lights and dimmed the normal lights. I leaned onto John, "Fuck, this is fun!" I told him, "Are you having fun?"

He nodded, "Yes, this is awesome," his speech was slurred and I thought it adorable. We walked back to the kitchen to get out of the heat of the living room. Someone had begun to make a strawberry cake but it never made it to the oven and people were in there slinging the pink batter everywhere. I laughed at them all and dipped my fingers into the batter. I licked my fingers off before I felt something wet hit the side of my head.

I turned and saw John licking his fingers off and looming at me with a smile. I laughed and gathered the pink batter in my hands, "You're going to get it." I told him and wiped my hands on his cheeks, leaving them highly pink.

He bit his lip, dipped two fingers in batter and stood on his tiptoes so he could reach my face better. "You're eyes are in the wrong place," he told me and painted swirls on my cheeks. I smiled at him and leaned down to kiss his nose.

He raised an eyebrow at me but I shrugged, "Drunk and high," I explained and laughed. I got more batter out and flung it at him. It landed on his shirt.

"Sherlock!" he yelled and got some batter before he chased me out of the room, fingers dripping. We ended up back on the dance floor when he caught up to me. He stood on my toes and wiped his hand on my neck. He kept one hand there and put the other in my hair and I placed my hands on his sides as we danced together.

Then one of my own songs came on and I covered my ears, "NONONONONONO!" I said and sat on the couch grumpily. John got pushed over and sat down next to me. I looked at him and started to giggle. I wasn't actually sure what was funny, just something was. It was probably how his hair stuck out at odd angles and was pink in some places.

"WAT?" he yelled at me and then too started giggling. It escalated into all out laughter, tears were streaming down our cheeks and we clutched our stomachs.

"WHY DO YOU FUCKING LAUGH AT EVERYTHING?" Molly yelled at us as she passed by with someone I recognized hanging on her and she was equally hanging on him.

I kept laughing as I asked, "Why are you making out with Jim?" And John and I laughed harder. She ignored us and went over to a corner where I noticed she and Jim were making out extremely.

"Jawn..." I mumbled into his neck when we had stopped laughing. Now we were ... cuddling. He hummed and wrapped a leg around one of mine. "I'm ... Tired." I explained sleepily.

"Me too," he told me, his voice muffled from his face being buried in my hair. "Mm, but you smell good, really good," he slurred. "I wonder if you taste this good."

I untangled myself from him abruptly and found the nearest piece of paper and writing utensil (Which turned out to be a baby blue marker) and wrote something that came to mind. All throughout the writing I glanced back to a snoozing John.

Here, you focus
So I can see your faces
The eyes are wrong
How will I know if it's working right?
Light confuses
The tiny isles of bruises
The mangled lines
I see the signs of aging
But if I try to feel at all I am deceived
My mind's affected
It's empty now
As I lay down
I feel alright
My heart is racing
Turn the noise on
I'd like to feed my poison
Assembly lines
Carry a velvet warning
To the yard
It's just like striking matches
The polish lies
But it's working in your blood
Which you know is not the same as love
Love is only in your mind
And not your heart
No, it's working

It's working in your blood
Which you know is not the same as love
Love is only in your mind
And not your heart
When I finished I left it on the table and tangled myself back with John.

When I woke up I was not on a couch and John was not in my arms. I opened my eyes, the lights were way too bright and so I shut them again and groaned.

"Mmm," I heard, "Sherly's all hungover. Sebby, get him some coffee wouldn't you?" It was someone with a light voice but an Irish accent.

I opened my eyes and what I saw surprised me, "Jim?" I asked.

He nodded, "Hey Sherly."

I looked around, "Where am I?" I tried to move but couldn't. I looked at my wrists and ankles, "Why am I chained to a bed?"

"Oh. You don't get it, do you?" then a door opened and somebody came in, "Ahh, Sebby. Thank you." The man called 'Sebby' handed Jim a coffee cup and stood guard by the door. Jim came and sat next to me on the bed. "Here Sherlock. You should drink this, it'll help your hangover." He put the coffee cup to my lips. I didn't know whether to trust him or not but I knew that coffee would help. I parted my lips and let him pour the hot liquid in. He took the cup away and I could feel its effects taking place.

"Where's John? And where am I?" I asked. I mean, Jim had been kinky when we dated and the two times we had sex but chaining me to a bed unwillingly was not something we'd tried.

"Your groupie is fine. So is everyone else," he told me.

"He's not a groupie," I spat. "Let me out of these."

He tsk'd and got up from the bed, he set the coffee cup on a table. "Then what is he?" his eyes flared as he shouted at me. I didn't say anything and he smiled, "Exactly. Anyway. Your groupie is over there," he pointed, "he drank some of your beer so he got some of the treat I put in there for you."

I looked in the direction he pointed and saw a figure chained to the wall, "John!" I yelled, "You let John go, he's got nothing to do with any of your plans! You don't want him!"

"Oh but I do!" he looked excited, "we need to kill him so that you can be free. So you can write your beautiful songs without being burdened with someone who wants you for his own personal gain. He doesn't care about you. He's a fan! And you're asexual!"

"Wasn't so much when I fucked the virginity out of you," I spat at him.

His nose twitched, "DON'T. INTERRUPT," he shouted deliberately and slapped his hands on the end of the bed. He smiled at me again, "Ever seen Misery, Sherlock?" He asked. I nodded. "I'm your number. one. fan," he leaned to me and whispered, "and you're never leaving."

"Right, so you don't need John!" I yelled.

An awful smile appeared on his face, "Seb. Shoot the groupie."

"Will do, boss," he said and aimed his gun at the chained figure.

(it's time for a POV change, don't you agree? Eeeheheh)

I woke up suddenly and felt around me. When I didn't feel anything I cursed aloud, one night drunk stand. The bastard wasn't there. "Damn you, Jim," I said and got up. I stood up and stretched. I walked to my old shower and took a quick one. I just put on the same clothes I'd had on earlier when I was done.

I went downstairs and saw the mess we'd made of Moss's house. I clenched my teeth and sucked in, I'd really have to apologize. There were a couple people passed out on the floor or couch and the room reeked of alcohol. I heard a groan from the behind me and saw Lestrade sitting sideways in a recliner.

"Fuck. Hangover," he moaned.

"Tell me about it," I replied. "And this place is a mess. We gotta help Moss clean up. So get up."

He groaned and stood up. He stretched and his back gave a sound pop. Then we heard a phone ring and Lestrade reached over to the table and picked it up. It was Sherlock's phone and the ID said Mycroft. Lestrade smiled to himself for a moment before answering, "Hello? ... No, this is Greg. Greg Lestrade ... Yea, I'm fine just a little hungover. ... Yes, I think they did ... Sherlock has got a friend and they seemed to be having a lot of fun last night ... Yea hold on, let me find them. I'm sure they're around here somewhere though," he began to walk around the room and he covered the speaker and said, "Mollz, help me find Sherlock and his friend. Check upstairs," he went back to the phone, "yea, Mycroft we're looking now don't worry..."

I went upstairs to where the bedrooms were. Jim and I had occupied the first room, my old room so I checked the second room which was a guest bedroom. There were two people snoozing together, both quite naked. I closed the door, they weren't Sherlock or his friend, John I think. I checked the last bedroom, there was only one girl sleeping soundly on top of the bed. Upon further inspection I saw there was some other girl sleeping on the floor and one under the bed too. I shook my head, not wanting to know what had occurred. I left that room and went to one of the bathrooms to see if someone was in the someone in the tub. There was. But it wasn't Sherlock or John.

I shrugged and walked downstairs, "They're not up there," I told Greg.

He looked dismayed, "They're not down here either," he explained and told Mycroft that they weren't anywhere to be seen.

"Did you check the van?" I asked.

He shook his head, "No I saw Anderson and Donovan go out there last night. Sherlock wouldn't've"

I pondered, "Gimme the phone," he handed it to me, "Mycroft, yea it's me, Molly. Hey, neither Sherlock nor John are here, as Lestrade has said but I was wondering how you seemed to know. You call the day afterward and ... Wait, Jim's not here either," I mused.

"Jim? Who's Jim?" I heard Mycroft say.

Lestrade looked confused and so I explained, "Slept with him last night wasn't here this morning."

"Yea, hold on Croft," I hung up on him and looked at a bottle on the table that had a big S on it. I sniffed the lid and could've thrown up. "Shit. Smell that," I told Lestrade and he took a whiff.

"Dammit, Sherlock. How did he not notice that?" he exclaimed and took deep breaths to get the smell out of his nose.

"I don't know. Having too much fun. See what I'm thinking is that someone poisoned his drink but John and Sherlock both drank out of this bottle," I explained and scrutinized the bottle.

"Isn't that guy supposed to be studying to be a fucking doctor?" Lestrade was furious, "How did he not notice?!"

"Man, I don't know. We gotta find them. But it's weird. A little fishy. I don't know," I put down the bottle.

Lestrade groaned, "Man, why did Sherlock have to take the joint and drink?! Now we can't get police involved cause they'd know we had a party with underage drinking and marijuana use. Dammit!" He took a tiny pillow off he recliner he'd slept on and threw it across the room. It landed on someone and they only sniffed and rolled over. "What are we gonna do?" he asked me.

"I don't know, we have to find them."

"But we don't even know where they went!"

"It's Sherlock!"

"But he was obviously drugged and we don't know anything about that John guy except what he told us!"

I shrugged and looked around the room for any clues I could find. Sherlock would've laughed at me and said it was obvious. "Okay. Let's think about this rationally. Last night they got drunk and high and drugged. They're probably sick as a dog right now and if they're anywhere they're probably together. I don't think either of them left of their own free will because of the drug in their drink, they were the first to go to sleep last night. What time would you have to come here to make sure everyone was asleep so you didn't run into anyone who would've tried to stop you? 4:30AM? 5:00?" Lestrade nodded, "Okay. So. Around 4:40AM last night someone who was more than likely at the party took Sherlock and John away somewhere. Now who and where?" I began to pace the room. "Oh, wait!" I slapped my forehead, "I remember now that Jim got up around 4AM last night! I thought he was just going to piss so I didn't think anything of it. Oh my god, I'm positive it was him!"

Lestrade stopped me, "Motive!"

I thought, "He is insane. Like, I remember Sherlock talking," I closed my eyes, "he's actually insane. Had to go get help from a care center." I opened my eyes, "I mean, does that sound good?"

He shrugged, "Man, it's the only lead we have."

"Where should we do?" I asked.

Lestrade thought, "I guess we should go to Jim's house to see if he's there."

I nodded. I wrote a note to Moss saying that we'd be back to help clean up some time soon and we apologized yadayadayada. Then we went out to the van and made noise, getting the pair inside to wake up and prepare themselves.

(ok, Sherlock point of view again, I won't torture you lovelies any more XD)

"NOOOO!" I screamed as Moran aimed his gun. I struggled against my restraints and screamed again.

Jim watched me carefully and then raised his hand at Sebastian. "Sebby, hold on a second." I was at the point of tears and they streamed down my face in ribbons as my breath came out in hitched sobs. Jim came over to me and sat back on the bed. He stroked my face and I saw Sebastian lower his gun. "Sherly," he began, "Sherly, I don want to make you unhappy. If I let this groupie go will you be happy?" He crooned as he kept stroking my cheeks.

I jerked away as much as I could but said strongly, "Yes."

An evil smile came across his face, "Well then." He stood up, "Seb. Shoot him for real this time."

"NOOO!" I screamed again as a shot rang out. John seemed to wake up at the noise and he suddenly screamed in pain. "John!" I yelled.

He made a noise that was only half human. "Sherlock," he gurgled painfully.

"John, hold in there, someone's coming for us, hold on!" I told him, struggling against my restraints. He gurgled a scream again.

Jim started laughing, "Oh, there's no one coming, Johnny Boy." He began to walk around the room, "No one at all. You're going to bleed to death."

"Stop this!" I yelled, "Please, do what you want with me but let. John. Go!"

He shrugged, "Okay. John, you're free to go." John began to try and stand up but he was too dizzy from blood loss and he fell down. Jim smiled, "See, Sherlock. He's going to die. Ohh, this'll be fun to watch!" He leaned over the bed and watched me. His head rested on his curled hands.

I spit on his face, "You're a fucking monster," my eyes glanced nervously at John. God, this was not going to be an easy predicament to get us out of. I could honestly see no possible way of getting out of this ... unless. I looked around the room, they'd leave soon, wouldn't they? They always leave the room and that's when the heroes do something awfully heroic. Like get out of the cuffs and save their love or someone finds them and they get help or... Did I just think of John as my love?

Yes, yes. I did.

(POV update; let's see what Molly and Lestrade are doing)

We barreled down the highway towards Jim's house. When we finally got there I went straight to the door; if he wasn't the one who had Sherlock and John captive then I personally would have motive for going to his house and giving him a stern word or two. I knocked on the door harshly. "Jim?" I yelled and knocked again, "Jim Moriarty! Come to this goddamn door!" I pounded on the door until it finally opened.

It wasn't Jim who opened the door, instead it was a tired looking boy, "Who are you?" He asked. He was probably fourteen.

"I'm Molly. Where's Jim?" I Asked him and looked past him into the house.

"Why do you want my brother? What's he gone and done?" the kid asked, slightly worried sounding.

I looked at him, trying to see if he was lying, "Do you know where he is?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, "No. But he left us this message on the counter last night. He went to some party last night and then he stopped by the house really early this morning. He comes and goes so I wasn't really worried. What's he done?"

"Can I see the message?" I demanded.

The boy went inside and then quickly came back, "Here. What's he done?"

I took it from him and scanned it over, 'Martin, I'm gonna be out today. There's eggs and food and pizza in the fridge. Don't worry about me, Jim 3' I looked at the kid, "Martin Moriarty?"

He nodded, "Yea, that's my name."

I looked back down to the letter, "Fucked up name." I sighed exasperatedly, "Dude this doesn't say where he is. Do you have any idea where your brother is?" I looked back up at him and flicked the letter before handing it back.

He shrugged and took it, "There's this place by the docks that he goes sometimes..."

"Tell me," I demanded.

He sighed, "Look, lady! I don't know who you are and I want to know what my brother's done!"

I looked at him with fire in my eyes, "Jim Moriarty kidnapped Sherlock Holmes and his newfound friend John. We think he drugged them and now we really need to find them both because see his brother, Mycroft fucking Holmes is practically the British government. So kid if you don't tell us where this place by the docks is we can get you arrested for witholdment of information!"

He looked positively scared as he said, "324 Placeview!" he squealed.

I nodded at him, "Thank you!" I yelled and ran back to the van where Lestrade, Anderson and Donovan were waiting.

"Well?" Lestrade asked.

"324 Placeview! Go! By the docks!" I told him and sat down in the back.

We finally got there, 324 Placeview. It was a dirty, ramshackle collection of run-down shacks by the water. They weren't houses, nor businesses, probably they were just some places that people used for storage. Though, on further thought, I didn't know why anyone would want to store things by the water.

"Where the fuck do we start?" Lestrade asked desperately, looking at the scene before us.

Then we heard soft, muffled music coming from one of the shacks. I shrugged and started off towards it, "I think we start there! Donovan, stay at the van. Keep it running in case we've need of quick get away!" Greg ran after me followed closely by Anderson. Donovan went back to the van and waited for our return.

(Changin' it up again, I might be doing too much of this... POV SWAP also SONG ADDITION!
Song: Paralyzer
Band: Finger Eleven

He wanted me to sing for him. This fucking song he wrote and made the backing music such as drums and bass electronically. He wanted me to sing and play it on guitar.

What choice did I have? Sebastian held a gun to me or John depending on who was in greater need of a gun to their head. That and Jim chained me to a stage floor and held out a guitar for me to play. I snatched it from him. Then he held out a piece of paper and daintily said, "I wrote it for you, Sherly. Last night at that fun little party. Mm, I love you so much sometimes. But you'd never notice me. So," he danced around me as I took the page, "I have to do something drastic to get your attention!" He looked at me seriously, "I know all the words to all your songs." He smiled again, going back to the frivolous play, "Now PLAY! I wrote the chords too-see?"

I put the paper on the music stand conveniently placed near the mic. I looked nervously at John who lay unconscious and bleeding. I had a plan already forming. I looked down at the nobs on the guitar, and went back to turn the amp on, my fingers glided easily and secretly to the volume as I turned it up loudly, SOMEONE had to hear us. I casually turned up the guitar volume too as I turned back around. I smiled at Jim, baring my teeth angrily. I glanced back to John and though, 'gee, sorry for the noise' and Jim pressed play on his laptop and I strummed along clumsily. I felt the song and knew where to come in,
"I hold on so nervously to me and my drink
I wish it was coolin' me
But so far has not been good, it's been shitty
And I feel awkward, as I should

This club has got to be the most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me
Well, I am imagining a dark lit place
Or your place or my place

Well I'm not paralyzed but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standin' still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you

I hold out for one more drink before I think
I'm lookin' too desperately
But so far has not been fun, I should just stay home
If one thing really means one

This club will hopefully be closed in three weeks
That would be cool with me
Well, I'm still imagining a dark lit place
Or your place or my place

Well I'm not paralyzed but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standin' still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you

Well I'm not paralyzed but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standin' still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you

Not paralyzed but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standin' still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you."

It was a good song overall. And very, very loud. It seemed to have worked effectively because, when Moriarty stopped dancing with Sebastian in the middle of the room (almost trampling John several times in the process), someone knocked at the door.

Jim laughed crazily, "Get that would you, Sebastian?" He turned to me angrily, "You were too fucking loud. It's ruined. Now, don't make a goddamn noise." He jumped behind me on the stage and hit a button which turned off all the lights.

There were voices, "Hello!" and "We heard music!" and "Where's the party?" Three different voices, but all very familiar. I knew those anywhere. Anderson with 'hello', Lestrade with 'we heard music' and Molly with 'where's the party?'.

I sighed relief then got worried. Quickly, I dropped and screamed, "DOWN, HE'S GOT A GUN!" I heard three bodies drop and heard two bullets fired. I quickly fiddled with the chains and tried to slip my foot out. I used the end of one of the strings on the guitar and picked the lock. It came off soundlessly.

Jim turned on the lights, "SEBASTIAN DON'T FIRE IN THE DARK YOU ALMOST HIT ME!" he yelled angrily.

"Sorry bo-" he began.

"Nevermind that! Get them!" he screeched and motioned frantically to the four bodies in action, mine included.

I quickly ran at Sebastian, the electric guitar in the air. I screamed at him while Molly and Lestrade got him from underneath and Anderson went to John. Simultaneously, Molly and Lestrade pulled out Sebastian's legs from under him, making him fall backwards and drop his gun which fired, didn't hit anyone, and was retrieved by Lestrade while I hit him over the head with the guitar. I hit him again for safe measure and then again because he shot John. Then once more because he shot John. Then I went on the floor next to him and smashed the bloody guitar like I've always wanted but never had the money to do.

Lestrade and Molly stood up and Greg pointed the gun at Jim's previous location on stage but he was nowhere to be seen. "The hell?" Molly asked.

Suddenly we heard a phone ring, "Stayin' alive, Stayin' alive, ah ah ah ah!" I went over to it, the broken guitar in my other hand. I flipped it open and said, "Hello?"

"Think I'd let you take me out that easy? Nope, Sherly. I'm out. We'll see each other again soon, sweetie!" Moriarty said and he hung up before I could get a word in.

I pocketed the phone and looked at the scene before me. Molly and Lestrade were looking intently at me, Lestrade still holding the gun. I waved a hand at him, "Drop that thing, he shot Jo- JOHN!" I looked over to where Anderson was looking after John.

Quickly, I skidded over there to them. Anderson looked at me gravely, "He desperately needs medical attention. He could die very soon if we don't go to a hospital. Now!" he said urgently. I dropped the broken guitar neck I was still clutching tightly and instead picked up John and held his still unconscious figure in my arms. Molly and Greg and Anderson and I all left the shack quickly, Molly ran ahead and showed us the path through the mass of broken down and fishy smelling buildings.

AN: I don't know anything about London's or England's landscape. Do they even have docks? I know they've got the Thames but ... just go with it.