My leg woke me up it hurt so much.

I was propped up in a hard wooden chair. My leg was twisted at an awkward angel and my wrists were tied in front of me. The smell of idione was so strong it made my head fuzzy.

I just wanted my leg to stop hurting.

The room was white, of coure, everything was white. The brightness of the lights were driving me nuts, as they reflected off everything.

I fidgeted in my seat. The Asian woman was standing behind me with her hand on my shoulder. She smelt like roses and stupidity. I wrinkled my nose.

"Could you not stand so close, your stupidity might rub off on me."

She cracked me in the back of the head. I grunted painfully, but otherwise said nothing. The woman's gripped tightened on my shoulder. She seemed nervous.

"I'm not going to tell you about my dad." I said shortly.

I expected her to hit me again, but instead she just tightened her grip threateningly. I grimaced. The man with the lab coat came through a brightly lit hallway. He was leading four men in, with a taller man between them. Inside my head I started screaming. Sherlock was in the middle of the mob looking perfectly bored. I sat up straighter.

"Mr. Holmes." The woman greeted almost warmly.

"Oh, brilliant. How long did it take you to come with that one?" I needed to stop asking questions. She completely backhanded me.

Sherlock stiffened between the men, but otherwise gave no indication that I even existed. The Asian woman walked around me, her hand extended to my cousin. "I am Ri of the Black Lotus."

"Clearly." Sherlock said.

"Check him." Immediately one of the men pinned Sherlock's arms behind him while another searched him for a weapon. They pulled at a green paintball blowdart. I choked on a laugh.

"Figured you miss it." Sherlock said with his usual cocky grin.

The Asian woman stepped towards him as the search continued. She pushed aside the man who was currently searching my cousin and began herself. Sherlock rolled his eyes dramaticly.

She made a small gesture and the men released him. He straightened himself up, as the Asian women pointed a small pistol at his chest. "I have always wanted the pleasure of killing you, Mr. Holmes. You are the reason my mother died."

"Yes well, your mother tried to a kill a friend of mine. And a woman he was trying to "get with". She thrust the muzzle against his chest.

"Sherlock!" I couldn't have stood up if I wanted to. My leg was spazing just sitting still. Sherlock simply raised his eyebrows.

"Shut up, Jade." He stared at the woman calmly. "I'm afraid the pleasures not yours, though. Am I right?" Her frown deepened. "Ah, I am right. Oh this is fun. I'd like to see my cousin now."

She aimed the gun at me. "Maybe not kill you, Mr. Holmes, but my sponser said nothing about wounding your little cousin." She lowered the pistol so it was pointing at my knee. "Arms above your head please."

Sherlock's face registered no emotion as he obeyed the woman's request. She stepped forward, clearly enjoying her power over the Great Sherlock Holmes. She rested a hand on his chest, and slowly made her way to the bottom of his shirt.

"Oh groo-dy!" I made a dramatic gagging noise. She whipped the pistol back at me. Sherlock rolled his eyes, but was smiling all the same. The woman lifted his shirt over his head and threw it on the ground. After a good long look at him, she let him approach me.

The first thing he did was put his fingers against my throat gently and turn my head so he could look at the bruises on the side of my face. He traced his fingers over the cut were my cell phone had hit me. I grabbed his hand in mine.

"I told you not to come."

He put his right hand on the side of my face gently. His eyes were searching every part of my body for injuries. He pushed the hair out of my face and untied my hands. I didn't let go of his hand.

"Sherlock."

"Shut up." He gingerly touched my leg. His hand came back dark red from the cuts over my leg.

"Don't, don't it's really sore." I could hardly breath. He checked my head for a fever, the smell of him was enough comfort to bring my breathing under control. I leaned against his bare shoulder. His skin was icy.

"You're freezing." I mumbled into his shoulder.

"It's zero degrees in here." He took my face in both his hands and turned it right and left. My neck didn't turn nearly as far as it should. I shook my head between his hands, I reached my hand up and took his hand again.

"It's burning up in here."

"Jade, you're running a fever, your back, neck, and leg are swelled up. Of course you think it's hot in here." He let me lean on him while he continued searching for injuries.

The woman put the pistol on the back of Sherlock's head. He sighed loudly, but turned around slowly. He released my hand.

"Now Mr. Holmes, if you would please tell me who you have informed about our location."

He glared at her like she was the most stupid person in the world. Her sneer began slipping. Sherlock's muscles were tensing against the cold, but that was the only display of discomfort he gave. "Use your head and think. Or at least think as much as you can."

My leg burned mercilessly. The Asian woman took a step towards my cousin again, I rolled my eyes. PDA was not okay.

She stomped on my leg with her deadly high heels.

I screamed so loud I thought I'd shatter the lights. I felt my eyes rolling back into my head as I began to pass out. Sherlock dropped next to me, quickly trying to come to my aid.

But something changed in his eyes. They were going blank.

"Jade." He gasped. He fell forward with a needle deep in his arm. I fell off my chair on top of him.

Out cold.