hello friends i have returned! here we are with a thousand word update! i hopr you like this, it was a hard one to write... how are you all doing? how did you all like series three? i think i died... (also, if you would like to follow me on tumblr or twitter, my tumblr is lokilockedat221b, and my twitter is thegayestfan

"Hello?" the man behind the phone said. He was a bit ticked, the call being this early in the day. He had already spent too much time on the phone. A certain detective and his blogger weren't answering their mobiles. This case was an urgent one, Moriarty, criminal mastermind had quieted down. Knowing him, this could be dangerous. He was probably planning something big…

DI Lestrade could already see the headline. 'Crime of the century' 'criminal mastermind at large' he knew them all. He also knew the criminals weren't overly fond of what followed. 'Sherlock Holmes solves major crime' 'Hatman and robin strike again' that one was his favourite. The DI couldn't wait to get in contact with said Hatman.

"Hello?" the shaky reply came.

"John!? Oh my god where the bloody hell have ya been!?"

"Listen, Lestrade I-I don't have time but Sherlock's been kidnapped and-"

"Fuck, again!? This is what, the third time?"

"Yes, yes but this time is different, it's him."

There was a split second pause. Heavy breathing could be heard on either side.

"Oh god. Do we know where he is?"

"I think I do, I'm heading towards him now, and you've got to move now."

"Ok. I'm on my way. Send me some coordinates."

"Gotcha"

The phone call ended, each man feeling more and more anxious. Lestrade somehow knew that on this 'mission' less was more. Moriarty would probably be expecting john to come alone. He felt a bit proud of john for outthinking a genius, perhaps Sherlock Holmes was next.

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John was rather perplexed at the simplicity of finding Sherlock. The last few time the detective had been kidnapped, it had taken days to find him, and even then they had left clues. But this was all too easy. Moriarty had led him to a road, and this particular road led to an abandoned train. Could they be there? No, that was too soon… they could be hidden on the train? No, the backgrounds of the pictures (oh god the pictures) weren't trainy? Enough? John was very flustered with what was going on. Nothing seemed to be going right today, not his date, not his detective, not even the possibility of finding Sherlock brightened his day. The condition Sherlock could be in worried him to no end. He wondered what he had gotten himself into this time.

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Sherlock Holmes had a plan. Not a good one, at that, but it was a plan. The course of action required him to go a bit beyond what he was capable at the moment, but he could do it. He had to, for john, for Mrs Hudson and for himself. The plan wouldn't completely stop Moriarty, but that was ok. The future called for it.

As it happened, Mrs Hudson also had a plan. A good one, at that. It depended on whether Moriarty was really as proud as he was, and if she was as really as good with words as her 6th period professor has said. She knew it was just up to her, Sherlock couldn't do a thing the poor dear, and no one seemed to be looking for them. It was up to her.

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John Watson had arrived at the train station. With the abandoned train. Which evidently wasn't there. He stood by the car thinking about how exactly to FIND the missing train. as a sudden answer to his question, johns phone buzzed.

"Oh fuck..." he whispered. The message could be anything. John Hamish Watson hesitantly checked the text.

Greg lestrade:

We've arrived at said coordinates, shall we take the road to where you are?

John sighed in relief.

He replied;

Yea, go on ahead, I can't take the car from here, at train, no train.

John pocketed his phone quickly and go into the car to wait. He had a plan. It was an ok plan at that, but he had a feeling it would work. It would require Sherlock to be alive, and Mrs Hudson as well. It would mean action. It would take skill and precision. It would take all each of them had to escape. But he knew he could do it. For everyone. It would stop Moriarty all together. He knew it was a bit far-fetched. But everything he did was a bit farfetched. John smiled.

He looked forward to doing more ridiculous cases with his friend after this whole thing blew over.

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"SHERRRRRLIEE!"

Sherlock awoke with a gasp. His tormentor was calling.

"Oh sherlockkkkk? Sherlie dear? It's time for our morning exercises! I have something real fun planned!"

Sherlock groaned and sat up.

"Nothing to say? Ah well, we don't require talking from you. Just your land lady!"

Sherlock's eyes misted over with confusion, then a stone coldness and his captor took Mrs Hudson out of her cell.

"Now this game is very simple dear, I say a two words. You say one back. Only one. The twist? Sherlock is our victim. Its goes like this:

I say stomach, I say foot. Now, say one back."

Mrs Hudson looked terrified as she repeated back the word foot.

"Well alrighty then! Now Sherlie, it's your turn. The old lady chose foot."

"And pray tell us, what does this mean?" Sherlock answered begrudgingly.

"It means your foot isn't going to be doing much running."

Sherlock's eyes widened as the madman opened his cell. Moriarty entered, Mrs Hudson being dragged behind, and closed the door. The criminal took a knife out of his pocket. He silently sauntered up to Sherlock, and took hold of the detectives foot, despite Sherlock struggling. He was just about to begin to cut when Mrs Hudson said

"Wait!"

Moriarty sighed.

"What do you want now?"

"Well, uhm, I don't think you should be doing very much cutting on his foot."

Mrs Hudson nodded, affirming.

"Oh, and why not?"

"Because… erm… he…"

"Just as I though dear old missus. Trying to stall for time?"

The madman tutted. He began once again to cut the detective's foot. Sherlock was just about to squeeze his eyes shut, when Mrs Hudson once again called out.

"He has a horrible infection in his foot!"

Moriarty turned, hastily dropping Sherlock's leg. The criminal looked slightly confused, and a bit disgusted.

"An infection? Hmmmm…"

Mrs Hudson prayed Moriarty would believe it.

"I will be returning shortly…"

Moriarty took off at a brisk pace. Mrs Hudson sighed in relief. Sherlock sat up, grimacing.

"Quick thinking." he announced.

The landlady nodded, and scooted up to him. Sherlock sighed and edged away, but Mrs Hudson shook her head.

"Let me see."

so, whose plan shall i go with first? please review, it is really my only motivation to complete this story!

~asher