We had been sitting in the room for what Sherlock said was twelve hours, and my lips were turning a violent blue.

Sherlock was pretty much attacking me with the only blanket we had been given. He kept trying to throw it over my head. I threw it back.

"Knock it off!"

"You're going to freeze!"

"You're the one who's half naked!"

"Don't be stupid."

"Sherlock, how about I just strangle you with it?"

If we had been healthy no doubt we would have wrestled over it, but seeing as neither one of us felt one hundred percent we did the logical Holmes thing. We wrestled over it anyway.

I threw the blanket over his head and tried to strangle him with it. As gently as he could he picked both me and the blanket up and threw us back onto the army cot. And to prove he was superior he stuck his foot in my face. I had to surrender because my leg fell like it was about to pop off. And his foot stench was disgusting.

"Nimrod." He growled. "You're immune systems down. You need to keep yourself warm, or you could catch…" He started listing a multitude of diseases that sounded to smart for their own good.

"I love you too, Butthead." I stuck my tongue out at him. His face fell, I knew Sherlock didn't believe in sentiment. He thought it was a weakness found only on the losing side. I frowned. "I mean not really, I put up with you that's all."

Sherlock straightened himself up. "Well, I can hardly stand you. You're immature, lazy, and a complete child."

"Says the twelve year old trapped in a thirty-two year olds body." I mumbled. He rolled his eyes. "Plus you're an ice cream hog. Seriously Sherlock, do you know how annoying that is?"

He didn't smile, he didn't say anything. His lips were starting to turn blue as well, his chest hadn't swelled up despite his number of bruises. The room had been to cold for his body to produce heat. I shook my head. "You need your shirt back."

He shrugged. "Body heat is for idiots."

"Good because you sound like one." We glared at each other for a long second. I sighed. Everything was back to normal.

The door creaked open Sherlock's muscles tensed, it was all I could do not to panic. I pulled the blanket off myself slowly. I knew who they were coming for. I tried to rise, but my leg had other ideas. I sat back down heavily.

Ri had entered the room. He long manicured finger was pointing at me. I felt a strong hand seize my upper arm, it felt like a bear trap clamped over my arm. I stared at Ri.

"I hope now that your cousin is here you'll feel more like talking, little Jayden."

I clamped my jaw together in defiance. Sherlock rose slowly. "She doesn't know anything about her father. Just that he deceased."

I didn't ask him how he had figured out what they wanted. I guess to him it must have been obvious.

"You know what we want?" Ri asked amused.

"Obviously."

Yep.

"Then would you care to enlighten us Mr. Holmes?"

Sherlock said nothing. I didn't dare look at him, he was right sentiment was too often found on the losing side, and right now I was feeling it. I simply glared at the world's biggest retard. The man began dragging me towards the door.

My leg screamed in pain causing my vision to swim. He simply tightened his grip and kept walking. I limped pathetically behind him. Sherlock's eyes were whizzing from Black Lotus member to member. By the time we reached the door I was practically being dragged. I kept my head up until Sherlock was out of sight, and then my legs gave out altogether.

I was dragged into a pale colored room with computers I it. The room was still cold, but nearly as cold as the cell Sherlock and I had to endure. A car was placed in front of a computer screen, and I was placed in a chair.

They wanted me to hack Scotland Yard….Again.

"Up yours." I said quietly at the keyboard.

I thought I would experience the full fury of the Black Lotus. I braced every muscle I had for a beating. I should have known better. As Sherlock had pointed out early these people would play mind games, and the kid gloves were coming off. She flicked on light.

There was Sherlock held up between two men, he was sweating so hard his body reflected the bright lights reflected on him. I took in a great gasp of air.

I told him to stay away.

"Now Ms. Holmes, the information about your father."

"Let him go." My voice came out more deadly than a person in my position should have been able to say.

She shrugged like it wasn't her problem. A hulking man stepped forward and punched Sherlock full in the ribs. My cousin's body went six inches in the air before it came crashing back down. His face contorted in pain.

Sherlock had a face that was meant to be full of pride, not pain. I shot to my feet.

"Sherlock!" I shouted. A cold hand rested on my shoulder.

"You want to save him then all I ask is the information, Ms. Holmes."

I let her push me back into the hard seat. My cousin was controlling his breathing, but barely. He sucked in air deeply, his breath was raspy.

Sentiment. Losing. Lose. Lost.

I hacked into Scotland Yard in a matter of seconds. Ri was so eager she shoved me out of my chair. I hit the unforgiving ground at an awkward angle, but my leg wasn't what I was worried about.

"Let him go." I repeated. It was more pleading then deadly. Ri turned her head slowly, her black eyes bore into mine. I could see a new game idea pass through her eyes.

"I was going to break his wrist regardless if you helped our cause or not, but since you were so good and quick I'll give you a new option. His wrist, or yours."

"Mine. Just do it fast." I said softly. I could feel tears in my eyes. I brushed them on my sleeve. "And give Sherlock back his shirt."

"Very well." She smiled. She took a step toward me and almost tenderly stroked hair out of my face. "I don't know what that man does to inspire love in people. He seems like a real ass to me."

"I don't love him." I spat at her.

"And yet here you are offering to destroy your own wrist to save your cousin. You call him unbelievable with such admiration in your eyes it's sickening." She laughed at my face. "Oh please, don't flatter your cousin by thinking he's the only one who can deduce things."

I felt a rough hand grab my arm. I flinched expecting him to shatter my wrist right there, but he dragged me into the brightly lit room with Sherlock, and threw me at my older cousin's feet. I grunted painfully.

"Please don't tell me you gave them anything." He said through breaths of pain.

"She did more than that." Ri was smiling. "She offered to save you from a very painful few months Mr. Holmes." She sneered at me. "Tell him."

I said nothing.

"Tell him or no deal."

I didn't look at my cousin. I could practically feel his disappointment boring through the back of my head. "She said they were either going to break your wrist or mine, and the choice was mine."

"And you chose you." He said frankly.

"Yeah, Sherlock. I chose me."

Ri took my hand and laid it on the floor. I would have thought her movement graceful if she hadn't been about to snap my arm. I still hadn't looked at Sherlock.

She pressed her high heels on my wrist and began applying pressure. I gritted my teeth. My bones were beginning to rub together.

"You could stop this, Mr. Holmes. All you have to do is beg." She said seductively.

"Sherlock, don't" I could feel my wrist cracking. "I'm fine, it doesn't even hurt." She applied more pressure. I flinched. "See tickles."

"Mr. Holmes."

"Sherlock."

"It's about to break."

"It tickles."

I could feel tension building between Sherlock and me. "Don't." I whispered. "You owe me that much."

My wrist snapped loudly as Ri finally grew tired of waiting and stomped on it.

I felt a cry of pain burst out of my mouth, but then darkness over took me, and I was out cold.

I woke up back in our lovely cell, wrapped in blanket that smelled like old people, and had my wrist perfectly bandaged. There was one other thing. And just thinking about made my throat swell up with emotion.

I was leaning against Sherlock. His eyes were closed and his breathing pattern suggested he was sleeping. But his arm was wrapped tightly around me, and my head had been resting on his chest.

I closed my eyes again and breathed in my cousins warmth.

"I love you too, butthead." I whispered softly into his favorite purple shirt.