'Shit Lisbon, are you ok?' The words were there but in her current haze, Teresa couldn't quite put the pieces together. The world seemed slightly off-colour. Shadowy figures gathered round her and she felt she should know who these people were. Slowly, things in her mind seemed to connect back up again.

'Grace?' The next few seconds were filled with various sighs of relief. Lisbon blinked and, now her eyes were working properly, looked around the room. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to work out were she was. The group around her moved back to give her space and the detective stood a metre away, staring at her intently. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze and he swept out the room, coat tails twirling after him. She allowed herself a moment to wonder what was wrong with him before turning her attention back to more important matters.

'Where am I?' She asked the small group. Cho answered her almost immediately,

'You're in the hospital ward in the manor house belonging to Mycroft Holmes.' The leader looked round the small room. She wasn't seriously injured, John had seen to that. Oh Shit, John. She sat up a little too quickly and hissed in pain. A few nurses rushed forward from where ever they had been hiding to push her back down, saying comforting words and how she wasn't strong enough yet.

'But, John, We have to get John.' She tried to struggle but the nurses were stronger, slightly surprising considering their relative sizes.

'It's ok, Lisbon,' Rigsby said, 'We'll get him. But you need to recover.' Sherlock returned to the room, his eyes were determined. He would listen, she knew he would.

'Sherlock. John, they still have him. We have to rescue him. We've got to-' the words seemed heavy and hard to form. She looked toward the nurses to find they'd injected something into her IV fluids.

'Don't worry,' One said, 'You just need to relax.' Teresa tried to move but her arms refused to obey her.

'B-bu Joh' She whispered, the battle had for control had been lost but she couldn't help to fight the overwhelming drowsiness at took over her senses.


The CBI team left the room, following the consulting detective through the corridors of the manor house. They had been in the Holmes Manor for just under a fortnight, Lisbon had only been there for about five days but she was being kept in a drug induced coma while she recovered. The CBI team still didn't know why she had been dumped on the doorstep, the letter that had been placed on her had been snatched up by the detective and he still refused to show them what it said, but they were thankful she was still alive. Sherlock lead them through to the main living area and muttered something about making themselves comfortable before leaving again. Cho narrowed his eyes slightly and followed the consulting detective out. The rest of team may be fine just with doing exactly what the English detective told them, but he wanted answers. Sherlock turned a few corners then stopped and faced the other man.

'What do you want.' He snapped, it sounded more like an order than a question. Cho kept his facial expression level, he was not going to be intimidated.

'I want to know what was in that letter. So me it.' Sherlock glared at him then reached into his pocket.

'If John were here he would get me to show you.' The detective muttered to himself. 'Ok, here.' He said holding out the letter. Cho took it and the detective turned and made his way through the corridors, quickly vanishing out of sight. The CBI agent made his way back to the living area.

'Where did you go?' Van pelt asked as Cho walked through the door. He held up the letter and the rest of the team quickly gathered round. He opened it and began to read.

Sherlock,

We hope you like our little gift, we took the utmost care getting it to you with as little damage as possible. If you think this present is a two-parter then you are sadly mistaken. I've taken quite a liking to the good doctor, we are having so much fun, so I don't think I'll be giving him back any time soon. Unless he breaks that is, in which case I'll be wanting a refund.

He's a curious one, your pet-so sorry, your assistant. Given the choice to save one life between him and another, he chose the other. Quite the enigma, I think you'll agree, so I've decided to conduct a few experiments of my own. Unfortunately, this will mean I'll have to recruit a selection of people to help me in my endeavours. Kindly keep out of my way, we wouldn't want any slip ups.

Give my best to the American hounds that brother of yours employed.

All my love

M

The team looked at each other in silence. A few moments past then Rigsby asked,

'So how many people has he kidnapped?' Van Pelt picked up the newspaper she had been reading, a stricken look on her face.

'If all of these are his, then in the past week and a half, he's taken forty people, including five children under ten.' The silence fell again. Jane looked up to see they were not alone. Sherlock walked inside,

'And this is why I didn't let you read it. It wasn't for you. It was a warning to me. We can't do anything, John will die anyway but he will be made to suffer first if we try to stop Red John or Moriarty.' He said, emotionless. Van Pelt looked at him,

'So what are we going to do?' She asked. He smiled but there was no feeling behind the mask and beckoned them to follow.