Sherlock felt a dull kick to his head, causing his eyes to fly open and fall on the stare of an unamused guard.

"Get up prisoner. Moriarty wants you to go to the cafeteria. He says there's some sort of surprise." He ordered, heaving Sherlock to his feet. They cuffed him and dragged him out of the cell. Sherlock observed the main guard who was carrying him. He noticed the strange scent of two kinds of perfume, and how the female guard beside him was wearing male deodorant.

"So, when are you gonna stop cheating on your wife with this other soldier?" Sherlock asked, amused by the expression of shock turn to hatred. The girl turned a bright shade of red.

"Wait, you're married?" She asked, clearly unaware of his marital status. Sherlock snorted in amusement as the guard tightened the grip on his arm, nearly cutting of his circulation.

They shoved him in the cafeteria, locking the doors behind them. Sherlock expected to be immediately harassed by the other prisoners, but nobody came near him. He looked up to see all of the prisoners in a corner, huddled around each other.

Maybe they've found someone else to bully. Good for physical health, but bad for the plan. He thought, getting to his feet slowly. His back and chest still hurt badly, but he pushed through. Martinez turned and noticed he was standing there.

"Hey everyone look! It's everyone's favourite consulting detective!" He shouted, all of the other prisoners turning to look at him.

"I think he's pretty sexy.." A female shouted out, causing another female, most likely her lover, to shoot her an annoyed glare.

"So does Miss Adler apparently." Martinez mocked, stepping to the side and revealing Irene. She was laying on the floor and looked like she had been beaten fairly badly. She looked at him with a desperate stare, urging him to help her.

"Look how mad he looks! Don't worry Sherlock, we won't rough up her perfect body." One prisoner shouted at him, licking his lips. Sherlock took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He knew they were trying to rile him up, and it was working.

"Come on Sherlock, show us what your pretty girlfriend can do!" Martinez mocked. Sherlock's control of his anger slipped away, like water slipping through his fingers helplessly.

Sherlock charged at the group swiftly, blinded by his emotions. He threw himself at Martinez, sending them both tumbling across the floor. He landed on top of Martinez, and drove his fist into his face repeatedly until he fractured his nose. Another prisoner pulled him off and threw him at a table. Sherlock flipped over it, landing harshly on the floor. Breathing heavily, Sherlock forced himself up and grabbed a chair, hitting a prisoner with neon pink hair over the head. He then continued to throw the chair at the crowd of people running at him, hitting multiple people. Someone came up behind him with a rope and put it around his head, choking him as other prisoners kicked and punched him. He gripped at the rope desperately, trying to tear it off as each blow sent a dull pain shooting through him. Sherlock threw his head back, hitting the person in the face and loosening their grip on the rope. He whirled around and grabbed the prisoner, shoving him into the crowd of people that were tearing at him. He stumbled and landed on his back as the crowd stood over him, staring at him hungrily.

They all descended on him like a pack of wolves fighting over a carcass. They tore at Sherlock's bandages, revealing his healing wounds. A couple of them had grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head. He kicked and squirmed to no success as they repeatedly jabbed and kicked him. Blunt agony ached all over him, pulsing through his bones uncomfortably. One of the prisoners had even bit him, drawing blood and causing a screech to escape from him.

Guards barged in and pulled everyone off of him. Sherlock rolled over, coughing up blood viscously. A tin-flavoured residue coated his throat, nearly causing him to throw up again. One of the soldiers, probably the one he had deduced the cheating to, kicked him hard in the side of the head. Sherlock felt his vision shake and held his head, deducing that another kick to the head would render him unconscious. They lifted him up and shoved him towards the exit. Sherlock glanced behind him to see Irene Adler's terrified expression as she saw him being taken away. Sherlock turned to the soldier who was cheating on his wife.

"You. Get her out of-of the ca-cafeteria." Sherlock ordered through gasps for air. The guard snickered.

"Oh yeah? Why would I do that?" He asked with an unamused grin.

"Or else I-I'll tell that guard besi-beside you that you're chea-cheating on her with another soldier and tha-that you've got a wife." He threatened, smelling the same male deodorant on her. The soldier clenched his jaw in frustration.

"I need a patrol to escort Irene Adler out of the cafeteria pronto. She's causing too much ruckus." He ordered into his radio, ignoring the victorious sneer that spread on Sherlock's face.

They reached his cell and pushed him in. Sherlock used this to his advantage and steered himself towards the metal table. He knocked into it, and discreetly swiped a needle with a blue cap from inside the drawer. He sneakily put it in his pocket.

"Come on, let's go." The soldier insisted impatiently, grabbing him and pushing him into the cell, locking the door behind him. He walked to the door to leave, but was stopped by his supervisor.

"No, you need to stay here. Moriarty doesn't want Sherlock dying while he's out today." She ordered, closing the heavy door behind herself. The soldier sighed angrily and sat down.

Perfect, Moriarty isn't here. Time to put the plan in action. Sherlock thought, reviewing the plan in his head. The soldier watched him steadily.

Sherlock let a deep breath out, making it sound like he had just lost consciousness. He held his breath, trying to ignore the sudden need to breath. The soldier got up and stared at him, unsure of what was happening. Sherlock started to feel light-headed as the burning desire grew immensely. He walked into the cell and knelt down beside Sherlock, placing his fingers on his neck to feel for a pulse.

Sherlock abruptly thrusted the needle into his neck and injected it into him. The man struggled and clawed at his neck before lunging desperately at Sherlock, who kicked him harshly, making him drop and fade into darkness. Quickly, Sherlock stripped him and changed into the black uniform and grabbed the keys from his pocket. He locked the door behind him as he left, and grabbed several needles, just incase he needed them later. Sherlock threw the hood up, certain that the guards would know his face.

Sherlock gripped the door tightly and opened it, surprised at how heavy it was. With a heave of energy, he pushed it open and slipped out of a small crack that open.

The halls were mostly empty, except for a few guards scattered around and watching the cells. No one seemed to notice him. He walked as normally as possible, trying to ignore the stinging that came with every movement. Sherlock stopped in front of the 'failure' cell, and twisted the door open.

There was a long dead-end corridor with the walls bloodstained and old. Along both sides of the corridor were rows of cell, each with a label of a name. There was a guard sitting on a chair asleep with a magazine in his hands. Sherlock came up behind him and shoved the needle into his neck. The guards eyes flew open, immediately recognizing him. Sherlock held his mouth as he struggled and eventually laid still. He then proceeded to drag him into an empty cell, strip his uniform off and lock him in.

Sherlock walked up to the 5th door on the right labeled 'Irene Adler'. He unlocked it and opened it slowly.

Irene was curled up in the corner, shaking horribly. Sherlock took down his hood and approached her, putting her hands in his. Her eyes reached his, and her entire body relaxed.

"Sherlock.." She said, exhaling in relief. Sherlock gave her a comforting smile and handed her the clothes.

"Here, change into these. We're leaving this place." He ordered turning his back so she could change.

"You don't need to turn around." She teased as Sherlock's face flushed.

"Just hurry up and put his hat on, cover your face when we walk out." He stated, disregarding her flirtatious remark.

Irene finished changing and together they walked out of the 'failure' room. They quickly walked down the halls, Sherlock referencing the map every once and awhile in his head. Eventually, they approached a large staircase and saw daylight pouring down them.

"This is it, the way out." Sherlock stated, pulling her to the side.

"Okay, let's get out of here" She said, pulling Sherlock. He jerked his arm away.

"We can't go at the same time. You go first, I'll wait 30 minutes and then I'll go." Sherlock insisted. Irene grabbed his hand once more.

"But Sherloc-" She started to persuade.

"No, we can't risk getting caught. I'll be right behind you, I promise." Sherlock assured. Irene leaned towards him.

"Be careful." She whispered, closing the space between their lips. Sherlock was shocked, but he didn't move away for some reason he couldn't understand. The kiss was warm and passionate. Sherlock pushed her away, fire still dancing along his lips.

"Go now, before it's too late." He urged, gesturing towards the stairs. She caressed his face before walking up the stairs. Sherlock heard distant chatter.

"Heading home for the day?"

"Yep, my shift is over."

"Alright, have a good night." The sound of a door opening and footsteps walking away greeted Sherlock, relief flooding into him.

30 minutes crawled by slowly, every second making Sherlock more eager to leave. He stopped the timer in his head and walked up the stairs. The warmth of sunlight felt refreshing on his skin, and the cool breeze from the windows rejuvenated him. Two large glass doors separated himself from the outside world. Two guards stood on lookout, making sure no one left or entered without permission

"Leaving?" A guard asked. Sherlock kept his head down, not risking recognition.

"Yeah." He replied, towering the tone of his voice.

"Okay, have a good night." They pressed a button and the light above the door turned green. Sherlock urged himself not to rush through the doors.

"Yeah you too." He responded, turning back towards them as he opened the door.

"Going somewhere Sherlock?" Sherlock jerked his head around to see Jim Moriarty and two guards blocking his way. In an instance he felt all hope and relief drain from himself as he stared into his maniacal grin. The two guards grabbed him quickly before he had a chance to start running away. He didn't know what to say, he was utterly stunned.

"You can't just leave Sherlock." Moriarty mocked as the two guards pulled him back into the building.

"Sir!" A soldier shouted, running up the stairs as quickly as he could. He stopped in front of Moriarty, panting from the run.

"Sir, Irene Adler is gone." He announced between large gulps of breath. Moriarty turned to Sherlock again, who was grinning victoriously at him. Moriarty chuckled and suddenly gripped Sherlock by the throat and shoved him against the wall.

"You bad boy..." Moriarty hissed, staring at him murderously.

"It's ha-hardly my fault your guards c-couldn't recognize me." Sherlock choked, gripping Moriarty's hands on his throat. Moriarty leaned into his ear.

"Im going to make you wish that you were dead.." He whispered threateningly.

The guards shoved Sherlock down the halls roughly as Moriarty walked in front of them. Instead of walking to Sherlock's cell, he turned to a small door that read 'Solitary'.

"This is where I keep toys like you who don't feel like staying. I think you'll be the fourth or fifth person in here, since no one tries to escape any more. I used to put them in here for months until they starved, but we can't have you die when there's still so much do to." Moriarty explained, looking at the door proudly. Sherlock struggled and writhed, trying to pull free with no success.

"I think I'll keep you in here for 2 weeks with no social contact." He stated, opening the door.

The room was empty and tiny, only big enough for you to fidget, which would drive you insane. No light came through the door, leaving it completely dark. There were scratches lining every wall, most likely desperate prisoners clawing at the walls for an escape of any kind. Sherlock suddenly felt a rigid cold run through his spine.

"I think in your case you'll descend into madness quicker, since you're always trying to escape your own mind." Moriarty observed Sherlock's terrified expression with glee as the guards began to push him in. He jabbed his heels into the ground, trying to resist for as long as he could.

"No-" Sherlock stated desperately as they pushed him closer.

"This is your punishment Romeo!" Moriarty shouted crazily as they shoved Sherlock in and slammed the door before he could grab it, leaving him in complete darkness.