It was dark, he was cold, and he felt nothing that was all Dr. John Watson knew. He was lying on floor of a warehouse in God knows where, he heard faint voices, but he couldn't seem to find the bodies that they belonged to. "Oi James look! The doc is comin round!" John's eyes searched to try and find where the voice was coming from, but everything was in a blur. The doctor tried helplessly to sit himself up, but failed when he found his hands handcuffed to a stake in the ground, and his feet chained to a two other stakes. His whole body ached, he felt as if he were about to be sick, and the chains and handcuffs around his hands and feet didn't help ease the pin from the bruises and cuts on his wrists and ankles.

"Where...where am I?" John said as his vision slowly returned. A man approached the doctor and dropped a plate with an apple on it in front of him.

Thug, darker skin, bold head, tattoo of a black diamond back snake on his left arm.

John mentally made note of anything he could see, which wasn't every much. "Hey sharky," said a high pitched, squeaky voice that came from behind the other thug. "Think we should tell the doctor a little bit about his...'Situation'?"

"Moriarty..." John said breathlessly, and with that one word he seemed to grab the attention of everyone in the room. "What'd you say?" said the thug as he grabbed John by the front of his shirt. "You had me something about Moriarty to Sherlock...why...Moriarty is..." John had to stop between words for a breath, so he was more than happy when someone else finished he's sentence, but that small piece of happiness faded when he saw who it was.

"Dead, yes John Watson, Moriarty is dead." As a woman began to walk forwards the thugs (or whoever they were) began to step back to make a clear path for her, who ever she was, she must be important.

Women, blonde hair, tan skin, in mid 30's or early 40's, probably high up in gang.

"Allow me to explain Dr. John Watson; Moriarty is an old friend of mine. Before he died he left me a large amount of money and enough equipment to start a war in London. But since it's one of my good days, I won't. In a way, I and Moriarty are alike, we were both interested with Mr. Sherlock Holmes, we simply had different ways of getting to him. Moriarty went through other criminals, I decided too make my own network, the young Mr. Holmes has he's homeless network, I have a gang network."

The woman smiled and stepped closer to John. "My name Is Isabella Foster. Head of the Black Diamond Snakes."

Isabella had her long blonde hair up in a smooth bun, she had diamond blue eyes and smooth tan skin. She was very attractive, and had it not been for the fact that she had kidnapped John, he would have been hitting on.

As John stared up at Isabelle (he was chained to the ground, he had to look up at everyone,) her phone began to ring. "Hello? Miss Foster speaking."

"Oh! Hello Mr. Walls, how are you?" there was a second of silence, and during this time a devilish smile brought itself onto Isabella's face.

"What!? No I hadn't heard, I'm so sorry for your loss Mr. Walls,"

"Of course I'll attend the funeral, although our plans didn't go the way we planned, we were still very close friends."

If it had not been for that smile, Isabelle would have sounded truly sympathetic. "Good-Bye Mr. Walls, I'll see you on Friday then." When she hung up she turned back to John. "I'm sorry I can't stay long to continue out little 'chat', but it seems I've got to start packing things up a bit. I don't know if my men told you or not but we're move out location soon, and unfortunately, you won't be around long enough to see the new place, it is quite charming!"

Her expression changed from a playful and sarcastic one to a wicked and hateful one. "Sharky! Claude! Take Dr. Watson here to the back room. Tommy, Danny, you two will have the pleasure of killing Dr. Watson AND telling Mr. Holmes."

A high pitched squeal came from Sharky, "But Miss Foster, I wanted to kill him!"

Isabelle only rolled her eyes, "No no Sharky, I have something special planned for you." She handed the one known as Sharky a list, "Do you think you can pick up a couple things from the shop for me?"

Sharky took one look at the list and smiled. "With pleasure!" he said grabbing the list and put it in his pocket. "Claude" Isabelle's voice rang out and the bigger thug came forwards. "After you and Sharky take Dr. Watson into the back room, meet me in the dining hall, I have something important I need to discuss with you."

Claude nodded his hand began to unchain Dr. Watson, who was so weak there was really no need for the chains.


As Claude and Sharky grabbed John and strapped him down onto what looked like a hospital bed, and rolled him down a dark and long hallway. All during the ride down the long hallway, John went in and out of conciseness.

Sherlock, where are you? So help me if you get yourself hurt before you come rescue me I'll kill you!

Nothing made sense anymore, who was this Isabella? Who was this Mr. Walls? What funeral? And where the hell was Sherlock!