_*_*_Sherlock_*_*_
"Sherlock," a voice sounded from the distance trying to draw Sherlock from the warm and comfort he felt.
No! Leave me alone!
Sherlock hadn't slept this well in sometime and it was fantastic!
"Sherlock!" the voice persisted. Sherlock grumbled fighting as he drew closer to consciousness.
John! Leave me alone!
"Sherlock!" a very un-John voice shouted very loudly.
"Is the shouting necessary?" Sherlock groaned giving into the wakefulness cracking an eye open.
It was Lestrade, who stood over him shouting and this confused Sherlock.
"Gary what are you doing in my room?" he asked glaring at the D.I. it was one thing to be shouting at him but it was another to be doing in his room.
"This is the Yard Sherlock," Lestrade corrected, "And it's Greg."
Sherlock scoffed even more confused. Sitting up to look about it seemed the whole of New Scotland Yard was surrounding Sherlock from the couch he had been lying on.
"What happened?" he demanded glaring more intently at the D.I., "Where's John?" Rubbing a sore spot on his arm Sherlock he scanned the room but saw no sign of his little doctor anywhere. "Where is John?" he repeated trying to remember how he had ended up unconscious at the Yard.
Memories of a cab ride then a sharp pain in his arm, and then darkness. Sherlock turned his gaze back to Lestrade.
"Greg, where is John?" he snapped feeling a rising panic starting to build.
"We were hoping you would be able to tell us," Lestrade said looking nothing but the Detective Inspector that he was, "The cabbie told us that you collapsed and John ran after someone. We went looking for him but we couldn't find John anywhere." Sherlock froze.
John! My John is missing! Could he have kidnapped?!
Sherlock's thoughts were whirling as his phone vibrated in his pocket. Sherlock's hand moved automatically drawing the device from its place and glanced at the message.
It was a picture sent from John's phone. Opening the text quickly Sherlock scanned the image, it was of John lying on a concrete floor his eyes were closed. Sherlock felt cold run down his spine as fear hit him. Under the picture there was a text:
Loose Something? It was mocking! Sherlock glared at the words as another message arrived.
Don't worry your pet is alive J
Sherlock jerked the phone at Lestrade who took it reading through quickly.
Giving it back he spoke "Don't reply Sherlock." His order held full strength giving Sherlock no room to protest. Giving Sherlock a hard stare the D.I. turned to the waiting people and began barking out orders. Sherlock felt numb he heard nothing going on around him he stared at the picture of John deducing everything he could see.
Concrete floor could be basement most likely warehouse. John looked to be drugged possibly the same thing as me. No wounds.
A new message came through distracting Sherlock.
I'll keep his comfortable until you fetch him.
Reading through the message Sherlock's only thought was that somehow Moriarty had survived and was now back for revenge but that was impossible. His phone vibrated again announcing a new message.
Did you enjoy my little murders? So the sender was behind the strange killings somehow that didn't surprise Sherlock but it did give him an urge to text back.
Lestrade was watching and Sherlock knew that he would stop him if he tried. Another text arrived.
Solve my game and I might return Johnny boy in one piece… Seconds later another one came.
You have two days Mr. Holmes, better get started J
It was the smiley that drove home the fact that John was truly in danger. "Sherlock," Greg spoke having read the messages over the younger man's shoulder.
"We need to get all evidence," Sherlock knew he was right but felt as through everything was alright lost.
They moved quickly gathering everything within the hour. Sherlock felt he was in a trance letting Lestrade direct him. He could only think of John and how to get him back alive.
Sherlock had never doubted his abilities but he had never had a friend either. The crime scenes were all over the place and no evidence seemed to point to the killer so how could he in the next two days figure it out and save the one person he loved…
Love?
Yes love…
The feeling was not new Sherlock just had never put a word to it but in this moment he felt that it was the only word that fit the feeling. He loved John and now he was going to lose him to a psychopath.
"Sherlock!" Lestrade snapped breaking Sherlock from the soundless realm he had been in. He blinked looking around they had taken up on of the interrogation rooms and had the evidence piled around them. Looking at the D.I. Sherlock found the man very close to his face.
"Oh good you're back," Lestrade growled, "Now are you done? We do have a man we need to find and I would like him back in one piece!" Sherlock had never heard the D.I. putting forth so much emotion. "Sherlock!" Lestrade snapped slamming his hand down on the table.
Sherlock didn't jump or react to the outburst "Yes I am," he spoke calmly locking eyes with the other man. They stared at each other before Lestrade let out a long heavy sigh.
"Then let's get started,"