A/N: And so it begins... (I know it's short, but we're getting to the good stuff, I promise! Also why I post chapters in twos ;) Enjoy! And please review!)
Chapter 6: The Alphabet
John awoke with a start as the overhead light flicked back on his his cell. Must be morning then, he thought. Day two in this tiny little cell. He didn't move as the door swung open again and his guards, new ones today, brought him his breakfast. He nodded at them, but didn't move from the bed. He didn't feel like being threatened with a gun this morning just yet. After they left, he went over to the corner to relieve himself and sighed before mentally preparing himself for another day of boredom.
Sherlock watched John anxiously on the other end of the screen, attempting to gain any clue he could from John's whereabouts. Nothing. Still nothing. He was so frustrated! He had watched John disappear from screen and reappear, eat breakfast, do some physical exercises and then lay down and stare up at the ceiling for a few hours, before taking a nap. He spent the afternoon watching John do some more exercises, sing a few pop songs, then try and scrape something on the wall with a rock he had found.
Of course, the guards had seen the rock when they came in with his supper and threatened him again with their guns until John realized what they were worried about and backed away from the table where he had left it.
He let out an aggravated growl and Lestrade looked over at him in pity.
"We'll find him, Sherlock, don't you worry," Lestrade said, with what he hoped was confidence.
Sherlock glared at him, "It's been 2 days and we have no leads! This is infuriating! He is right there! If only I could see…"
Lestrade walked over to Sherlock and put a hand on his shoulder, "I know mate, it's frustrating to be so lost, how do you think we feel with you sometimes! But we will find a clue soon, I am sure of it! We've got you and Sally watching the screens vigilantly, while we got others reviewing the guards entry and analyzing other information. Besides, if this is to get at Mycroft, I'm sure once they don't hear from him, we'll get some sort of clue."
Sherlock was about to answer back when he heard his name in John's voice come over the audio feed.
"God, this must be how Sherlock feels when he's bored. This is bloody terrible!" John through his hands up over his head and sighed from his position on the bed. "I've run out of nursery rhymes and pop songs… What did Harry and I use to play on car trips?" John paused a moment, thinking, "There were those alphabet games, I suppose." Then a giant grin formed on his face. "Ha, I bet I can think of a word to describe Sherlock for every letter of the alphabet!"
Sherlock looked at Lestrade in confusion, who looked back and shrugged and the two men turned back to the screen to watch and listen to John's ingenious new plan to pass the time.