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John head ached. His arms and back ached. In fact, he didn't think there was a single place on his body that wasn't injured in one way or another. He cast his eyes over to Lisbon, who was unconscious-sleeping, thankfully. The soldier sighed in relief as he tried to take account of her injuries. None of them were close to those he himself had sustained and as such, none would be life threatening. Not yet anyway. A splitting pain reminded the doctor that moving broken limbs was not a clever thing to do. The van they were in jostled as it ran over a pothole in the road, causing the pain to spike again. John bite his tongue to keep quite, he didn't want the thugs to realise one of their captives was awake. God, Sherlock, you'd better get your act together or we're screwed. Lisbon's eyes fluttered and John carefully made his way over to her. She awoke with a start but thankfully without any sound. After staring at the doctor for a few seconds she finally spoke,

'Shit, John. What the hell happened to you?' Despite himself, John smiled,

'I learnt a few tricks on how to keep the attentions of madmen during my time with Sherlock.' He replied before having to gasp for breath, his hand instinctively went to his ribcage and he groaned. Great, cracked ribs as well. The van lurched to a stop and the soldier hissed for the woman to pretend to sleep again. He stayed upright, knowing that the men behind the wheel had discovered at least one was awake. The van doors burst open and a large man poked his face through the gap.

'Good evening, any chance of letting me go?' John asked, trying to control his breathing enough to speak a sentence without having to gasp for air. The man stepped inside and hauled the soldier out of the van then dragged him through a wooden door.

Once inside, the doctor knew he was in trouble. His legs couldn't hold his weight and as soon as the thuggish man released his grip, John fell to the floor. He cast his eyes around the room he was in. The warehouse which they had just come from was a place that was simple and easy to find, a taunt. Here, the soldier had no baring of where he was at all. Which meant they were somewhere that the madmen thought they wouldn't be disturbed. The second thought that came to mind, though really it should have been the first, was that the room was filled with various implements and torture devices. The door opened again behind him and Lisbon was thrown into the room. She clearly was able to stand, even if it was only for a minute or two, but had decided it was probably best to feign injury. Understandable for most criminals but not this pair.

'Johnny, my dear, you're looking a little worse for wear. Are you quite alright?' The two captives jumped at the sound and turned as quickly as they were able to the consulting criminal who had just entered.

'I would be if I wasn't in the same room as you.' The doctor tried to keep his voice steady, he didn't want to anger the psycho. The other man tutted and walked over to Lisbon, picking her up off the floor,

'So Johnny,' He said, with his eyes still focused on the woman, 'When we played our little games today, you were far more fun. Far more difficult to break.' John shivered with the memory and Moriarty continued, 'I will make you a deal. You come with me now and we'll knock the pretty lady unconscious and give her back.' Lisbon's eye widened as she turned her head to the doctor,

'No. John, you can't possibly be thinking that. Don't you dare-' She was cut off by the voice of a seasoned soldier,

'Be quiet Lisbon.' He then addressed Jim Moriarty, 'You'll leave her alone after that?' The criminal smiled,

'Of course Johnny, my friend can't be bothered with the whole kidnapping lark, and it is you I want. We'll just send her on back with a little message, then you and I can get reacquainted with each other.' The doctor ran through his options, while one voice screamed, 'You idiot! You can't trust him, he's a fucking psycho!' Another said calmly, 'But he's always stuck to his deals. For a criminal psychopath he has exceptional manners.' The doctor went with the calmer voice.

'Ok.' He said finally, before looking back at Lisbon with dead eyes.

AN- Hey people, sorry for taking so long to update and it's going to be a while before the next chapter will be up too. *Hides*
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