Guys. Look. A prompt update. I'm so excited. And I just can't hide it. :) Are you all proud of me? Because I am. I told you the shorter chapters would help. And you all doubted me. Kidding. You had all the rights. So this is a very heavy chapter and I hope you all like it. A lot of things happen and it is going to get a bit intense. I am also veering from cannon a little so things have started becoming very different from the episode near the end. Anyways. Hope you like it and tell me what you think and if I have done something wrong. I need to fix things. And if you want to see something, let me know. I want you guys to have input into this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Everything belongs to the BBC. I am also not getting paid. So there.


John had had an awful day at work. He had been paranoid that Sherlock was going to come around and try to get him to forgive her, which, by the way, was never happening. He had freaked out a lot of patients during this paranoia. One he had to apologize profusely to for yanking on his beard and hair, and Sarah had to get him to sign a legal, paper, thing. John had stopped listening after the patient had tried selling Sarah some of his pornography.

He realized then that he couldn't keep doing this. He needed to clear the air with Sherlock and it wasn't going to happen if he was hiding from her. And he realized that she wouldn't be the one to come to him. So after his shift, and being chewed out by his boss, he made his way over to Baker St. He walked up to the door and knocked. When no one answered he knocked again. After still no answer he backed up to the sidewalk to look up at the window.

Some jerk bumped into him and didn't even say anything. John let him know his distaste. After being shoved by that jerk, he checked for his wallet and phone. Finding them he sighed, fed up and tired of all this drama. He looked back up at the window one last time before turning for home. Just as he started walking his arms were grabbed by two people. He started struggling when he felt something sharp enter his neck. After that everything started getting fuzzy and blackness started invading his vision and soon enough everything was dark.

Sherlock!

Sherlock was sitting in her chair eating fish and chips. She didn't often indulge, but Molly had been with her today, and Sherlock realized that if she too ate the grease dripping food the other woman wouldn't feel bad for eating it. Of course she had been right and the other woman had been far more eager to eat the unhealthy food. She was also eating the food because she had had a pretty awful day trying to adjust without John.

She was used to John being there to talk to, call her off and even without him there, he would still yell at her in her head. Molly had tried to help, but with the wedding coming, she was a bit distracted. This whole return just annoyed her. When she had left all the people in her life had been quite single, but now that she was back, they were all engaged. Even Lestrade's marriage had gotten better. She wondered for a second if maybe it had something to do with her. Well, it was only a passing thought as a moment later, her door bell was ringing and someone urgent was coming into the flat.

Sherlock!

Mary hated Sherlock. Not because of anything she had done. Well, done yet. The second John had recognized her, Mary had know it was over. It had taken a full year to get John over the memory of this woman, and now, she had to compete the woman herself. And soon enough, she would know about Mary's past. She could already see the wheels slowly turning in the Detectives head and that would mean bad new for her relationship with John.

John was the first man who had accepted her and her interests. Of course she hadn't right out said about her past in espionage, but she expressed interest in guns and things of that nature. John, the dear that he was, had pulled strings to get her and him into a gun range. It had been exhilarating to shoot a gun again, and John had complimented her on her fast learning. It was cute, even though she could have fired anyone of those guns with deadly accuracy.

And now she was going to lose him to the sociopath. And just to make things worse, now she needed the other woman. She had just received a text from who she assumed was John, but it was someone who had his phone. She had rushed over to 221B Baker St. to get Sherlock's help. The other woman took a moment to read the text and Mary lent her help.

"Its a skip code." Sherlock raised her eyebrow at the other woman. How had she known that? Filing this for later, she took another look at the text.

Save souls now!
John or James Watson?

"Save John Watson. Dam it." Sherlock dropped her food to the floor and ran down the flat steps, phone still in hand.

"Where are you going? How can I help?" Mary let worry seep into her voice, but also kept her voice professional. Sherlock grabbed her scarf and wrapped it around her neck.

"You can get some medical supplies ready." With that, Sherlock ran out of the door. Mary took a deep breath. It wouldn't do to let her emotions run wild right now.

Once Sherlock was out of the flat the phone in her hand buzzed. She looked down at it reading the text. She immediately faded out the unimportant word to shorten the long text of 'Saint or Sinner? James or John? The more is Less?' to 'Saint James. The Less.' She growled angrily, already having calculated the time it would take. 20 minuet by cab. She paced for a moment, angry at how long it would take. It crossed her mind to fly, but that would be far to risky and if she was caught, she doubted she would make it to John.

That's when she heard it. A motorcycle coming up the street. She smiled to herself. She reached into her pocket and fished out Sally Donovan's Police ID. She walked right into the street and stuck her hand out stopping the motorcycle in its tracks.

"Police. Commandeering your ride."

Time Till Arrival: 10 minuets

Sherlock was speeding down the roads when the text alert went off on Mary's phone. She pulled it out of her pocket and gave it a quick glance.

Getting warmer Miss Holmes
You have about ten minutes

She continued on feeling more and more stressed. Everything was going too slow. She realized that she should have just flown. Hang the consequences.

Time Till Arrival: 8 minuets

John slowly started to wake up. He was groggy at first and then things started to become clearer as his mind started to function. As he looked around, he was in a dark place. He tried moving his head, but his body wouldn't budge. His ears started to slowly stop ringing and all around him he heard noises. It was loud and jarring to his sensitive body. He looked around with his eyes and saw lights flying by. He groaned and continued to try and move, with little results.

Time Till Arrival: 5 minuets

Sherlock had been mad for a moment when she had run into a police blockade. She looked to the side and saw an ally. After running thru the road map in her head, and she realized it would shave three minuets off her time. She went down the ally and came across some stairs. She revved up her engine forcing the machine to go fast, making it so that when she went flying into the air. She landed with a jolt and struggled to stay on the bike.

She continued on the rest of the time. She arrived at the area and rode around for a minuet. She got off the bike and started to run around the area looking for John. She felt a lump form in her throat when she couldn't find him. She felt her heart clenching with worry. It had been eight minuets since the last text. Whatever was going to happen, it had just started.

Time Till Arrival: 0 minuets

John's brain was still a bit fuzzy around the edges, but one thing he did know was that he was moving. He had been worried a moment ago that he was to late to free himself, but now he realized that whatever was going to happen to him, wasn't going to happen on the road, which greatly increased his chance of survival. That is until the vehicle he was in stopped.

John heard a car door open and close and footsteps move around to where he was. His body still couldn't move but after a small test, he found he could still talk. So when the boot door opened, he started yelling as loud as he could. He was immediately silenced by a fist to the face.


Sherlock was passed being sad and worried. She was angry. She had to calm herself so as not to go off. She felt a buzz in her pocket and pulled out the phone. She saw the private number and immediately answered.

"Who is?"

"You made great time, Miss Holmes."

"Where is John? What have you done to him?" Sherlock felt her blood boiling.

"Oh he is here. With me. Well. My men. And they are taking him out for a good time. And don't worry Miss Holmes. They will take great care of your little dog." Sherlock felt a growl escape her lips. "Now, now Miss Holmes. Lets not be feral. If you like, you could join us in the fun." Before Sherlock could answer she was tackled to the ground. She yelled out in anger as she tried to fight them off, but they had her at a disadvantage as they were on top of her. As she struggled to fight she felt something pierce her neck. She felt her vision go fuzzy, which confirmed her suspicions. Before she blacked out she heard the person on the phone say something.

"Be seeing you soon Miss Holmes. So long as you make it."