PLEASE READ: I'm so sorry for taking so long to update. I'm sure many of you have forgotten what has happened so far so i will do a recap in a few sentences...to explain for my lack of updates, I will tell you that my writing software crashed and this thing I'm using right now is very annoying with no spell check. I'm very sorry for my mistakes. (Especially the capitals...my shift bar is acting up) but desperate times call for desperate measures and I really needed to update quickly. So please forgive me for any trouble this is to read. And if you put me on story alert please review: D

RECAP: It's been two months since the event at the pool. Sherlock is dating Molly and John is very confused as to why but stays silent. Even Sherlock is confused. Sherlock has had no cases so John wants to give him one to help him out of his bored state. (Sherlock was so bored once that he cleaned...enough said) so John develops a plan and that's where we left off. (In case you are wondering, the plan wasn't revealed yet...all in good time my friends.)

Sherlock will be a bit OOC from now on since he is in love with molly...(and soon John! I can't wait)

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John POV

My plan was working. I had Lestrade ready to cooperate with me. I had been surprised when he agreed to help me but when I asked him and he told me why, it all made sense.

"I'll help because Sherlock is being a pain in the ass. Plus, I know he hasn't really been himself since the pool and a case will change him."

I had thanked him and gone to find a cab to take me to a little dinner where I was meeting Molly.

I was glad when I arrived to see she was already there and I didn't have wait. But then I felt guilty for keeping her waiting. Nothing was ever just good. There was always something dragging me down. I sighed and stepped into the dinner.

"Hi, Molly. it's so great to see you again. It's been awhile." I said, kissing her cheek.

Sherlock had often taken her to the flat but she hadn't been over in nearly three weeks and with no cases, there was no excuse for me to be at Bart's hospital where she worked so i scarcely saw her.

"I know. You and Sherlock should come by my flat sometime. I miss your company. i dont see much of Sherlcok either."

"Really? How are things with you two then? He never talks to me about his relationships...well, you're the only one really so he never talks to me about his relationship."

She laughed and told me things were great-she just didn't see him often.

"So there's a reason I'm here, right? I can't remember what you said over the phone very well-"

"Right. Well, as you know, Sherlock hasn't actually had a case since his game with Jim."

She literally flinched at my words and I apologized and carried on. "Anyways, I had an idea to make a case for him. I'm going to, with the help of a few friends, you self included, stage a kidnapping. A murder wouldn't do and neither would a suicide. Well, a suicide would work if we had someone willing to pretend they committed suicide but I don't think we'd find anyone. I'd do it myself but Sherlock wouldn't know I wouldn't ever dare commit such an act and he'd know the case was false. So kidnapping it is. Don't worry though; you aren't the one being kidnapped. Sherlock would absolutely die if it was you. He loves you too much."

She smiled widely and I smiled back.

"So I'll be the one being kidnapped. I have a friend who was more than willing to help me with the staging process. Sherlock's friend from Scotland Yard, Geoff Lestrade will be helping him solve the case."

"Sounds fun. For everyone. Sherlock will have a case and you get to hang out with a friend. Good idea, John. But what do you need me to do?"

"Sherlock might come questioning you so I just wanted you to know that it's all fake. You don't have to answer any question. Just say you don't know anything if that happens. It might take a few days so I'm just here basically to warn you that you won't be seeing much of him for the days he's on the case. You know how he is with work."

"Okay." She said nodding. "I think I'd be worried if hadn't been told it was fake. Thanks. I'll see you after the case?"

"Sure. I'm sure Sherlock will bring you over when he's done working."

We parted on good terms, as always and I made my way back to Baker Street. The plan would be in effect immediately as soon I returned. I could hardly wait.

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Sherlock POV

I remember sitting in the chair parallel to the window at our flat in Baker Street. It was late and John wasn't home yet. I was contemplating calling him to ask where he was when I heard the cry from the street below. A man. Probably between ages 30-40. Brave but needed help-obvious because he was yelling for it.

I remember my excitement as I realized this meant a new case-or at least a good solid hour of police questions. How I loved bothering the police with false answers.

I remember looking down through the window and I especially remember running like hell when I saw John being forced into the back of a silver van.

I got to the street and John was already inside the van, staring out the slightly tinted windows.

"John! Let him go!" I yelled to his captor.

The man jumped into the driver's seat on the other side of the van and drove away. I ran as fast as I could after it but not even my knowledge of the London streets could help me. I had no clue where they were going and whoever was driving was too fast to catch on foot.

I took out my phone and dialed Lestrade's number. I didn't wait for him to say hello before I started to talk.

"John's been abducted. I saw it."

"Okay. I'll send a few men over and I'll get there as soon as I can."

I hung up on him and went back inside. Mrs. Hudson met me on the stairs and I tried to explain what happened. I ignored her questions and paced inside the flat. I needed to think. Really think. Whatever this is, it's most likely set for me. Why would anyone want to take John? He's never done anything really wrong so far as I know so why would someone take him? The only possible answer was to get to me.

I sighed. This had happened before-many times. As soon as I started to like anything it was taken away. I knew deep inside me that this was the real reason I chose to be cold and emotionless. Emotions really didn't affect cases that much. I'm sure many emotional policemen do their jobs very well. No, cases and detective work had nothing to do with my detached facade. The reason I was so distant was because I didn't want to have anything taken away. Not again.

I tried to think of other things but I couldn't help the fact that I had never once gotten anything that was taken away back. I had no hope of finding John.

But why wouldn't they take Molly? Maybe they already did...

I pulled my phone out again.

"Molly, thank God you answered."

"Why wouldn't I?" I heard her confused voice ask.

"Because John's been taken and I have reason to believe that whoever abducted him wanted to hurt me by taking away something I liked. I thought that they might already have you."

"D you want me to come over and help you find him?"

"No. Stay where you are. Lock your doors. Right now! I can't get to you right now but I'll make Lestrade send someone over."

"Am I in danger, Sherlock?" she asked quietly. She didn't sound scared though. So brave. Just like John used to be-no-just like John is. He's not gone. Not yet.

"I don't know. To be safe though, have my number readily dialed in your phone. Even if you just send a plain text, I'll be there."

"No. Concentrate on finding John."

"Molly I'm serious. If I lost both of you-"

I didn't finish. There was a silence on the phone and now she knew I wasn't kidding. It was true though. John was my best friend and I was in love with Molly. If whoever took John took Molly too I don't think I'd ever be able to live with myself.

Now that I'd established that I was, in fact, human and that I did care for John, nothing had been the same. Since the pool I got funny feelings of worry when John would take an extra few minutes getting home from the store or when he fell behind talking to someone or looking at something when we were out.

And if they took Molly...that would be it for me.

"I'll lock the doors." she said, almost in a whisper.

"Stay in one room that you can hide easily in."

"Okay."

"I love you." I said slowly, letting the words drip off my tongue. If this was the last time I got to say it I wanted her to know I meant it.

"I love you too, Sherlock. Be careful."

I waited until she hung up her phone to hang up my own. Lestrade's car lights were flashing outside. This would be a long night.

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