Oh yeah, forgot to mention, that's NOT the last chapter, plenty more on the way

Mackenzie sat by Sherlock's bedside, holding his hand tight. It had been two days since the rescue, and she hadn't moved, only to go to the bathroom. Sherlock had been unconscious since they had sedated him in the surgery room. John had bought her some new clothes, saying that the old ones were two ripped, which she reluctantly changed into, a purple and black jumper with a pair of jeans. They were comfortable and warm, unlike the others. Some of the nurses tried to move her but she said she couldn't leave, that he needed her, so they left her.

John came to check on her. She was still there, a blanket over her shoulders.
"Hey." He said. She turned and gave a half smile.
"Hey."
"I brought tea."
"Thanks, John."
"Look, Mackenzie, can you come home, with me? It's not healthy staying here."
"Please, he needs me. You said it yourself, he hates hospitals. And Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran are still out there. He's not safe alone…."
"No offence, but he won't be much safer with just you as security."
"I can box."
"Yes but that's not the-."
Suddenly, Mackenzie had jumped up and pushed John with her on top, tea flying everywhere.
"Hey! What was that?"
"A light! A red light was flashing on your top!"

John looked out of the open window. There was slight movement on the building opposite.

"I've got to go."
"It's him, isn't it?"
"Yeah, god I haven't done this in ages."
"What chased a dangerous criminal through London?"
"Yeah, have you?"
"I've been chased by the police which is the opposite."

John quickly ran down the stairs, Mackenzie at his heels, going as fast as they could. They went out onto the street, where Mackenzie pointed out a man, with spikey blonde hair, running with a rather large suitcase. Sebastian Moran.

"Feeling fit?"
"Yup."
"Good, let's chase a criminal mastermind."

They ran through the streets, never loosing speed, as began to catch up. He turned a sharp corner, and by the time they had gone round it, he was gone.
"He's gone into the sewers, no doubt about it." Said Mackenzie, going in.
Mackenzie jumped in, followed by John. They went through entrances, jumped through holes, and eventually reached a dead end, when Mackenzie felt a small pressure at the back of her head.

"Don't move hands above your head." She obeyed. She saw Sebastian in front of her so she assumed Jim was holding the gun, which was strange, unless he had no intentions of firing it. Why the hell hadn't they rang the police before going in?John seemed to be thinking the same thing, when he came into her line of vision, held tightly by Sebastian.

"So, Mackenzie, we meet again."
"Oh, what do you want now?"
"Oh, getting feisty now, are we? You are to come with me, my dear."
"Or what?"
"Or Johnny boy gets it."
"No, please don't."
"I won't have too."
"Why! Why do you want me? What did you find out about me?"

As she said this, the pressure stopped from the gun. She saw surprise on Sebastian's face, and pleasure on Johns.
"Good boy, Mr Moriarty. Now kindly step away from the child." Said a voice, and sure enough, she heard the steps retreat. She turned around, putting her hands down. There was a slightly fat man in a suit with an umbrella and a gun. She smiled as if to say thanks.
"You too please, Mr Moran." He said, and sure enough, Sebastian also joined him. She saw now that many men armed with guns were coming through and putting them in handcuffs. D.I. Lestrade joined them.

"John, Mackenzie! Good god, are you alright?" said Lestrade.
"Fine, thank you One question though, who is he?" she asked.
"That's Sherlock's brother, Mycroft. High up in the British government, has eyes and ears everywhere, loves cake." Explained John.
"Well that's something we have in common."

Lestrade offered to drive them back to the hospital, which they agreed to, as he had told them Sherlock was stirring. When they got to the doors, Mackenzie ran as fast as she could to the stairs. Greg laughed a little, and John just smiled.
"Sweet, isn't she?" Said Greg.
"Brave little thing, as well. Getting from Brixton to Baker Street."
"Yeah, they're tough on the street. Did you ever find out why they wanted her?"
"Actually I was going to ask you about that. There's a lot to find out, are you going to take him in for questioning?"
"Yeah, but as I said before, this has to be private. No press."
"Of course not, but I know Sherlock will want to attend. Can you at least grant us that?"
"He'd certainly enjoy it. Yeah, of course. He deserves to know first-hand."

Sherlock's eyes were bleary, but he saw the leaping flames, getting closer, and just through them was Jim Moriarty.
"I meant what I said, Sherlock. I will burn the heart out of you. I just hoped it wouldn't have to be so soon. Join me Sherlock. Join the outcasts."
"N-no…..never." he gasped.
"Then you leave me no choice." he said, and he disappeared as the flames got closer. Sherlock screamed and his eyes opened wide, sweating and trembling.

John, Greg and Mackenzie were by his side. His vision was bleary from whatever drug they had given him, but he could just make them out. He saw that Greg was surprised, even a little scared. Mackenzie had rushed off, probably to get a nurse, but John was by his side, holding him close. Sherlock held him just as tight, his face burrowed into John's chest like a scared child to his mother, tears welling in his eyes. John rocked him slowly and Sherlock laboured breathing desisted. The nurse ushered them back, and took Sherlock's temperature and pulse. They were both unnaturally high, but she explained this was a side effect to waking up, and he was also in serious shock. When he had completely calmed down, the nurse explained where he was and the seriousness of his injuries, which were not as bad as they all had feared. His ribs were broken and would take a few weeks to repair and he had grade A burns on his legs and would need to walk with a cane or something. Other than that, his cuts and bruises were healing up nicely and he was back to bigger portions. Mackenzie's wounds hadn't been too much of a problem, just some plasters here and there and bigger portion sizes to help with her undernourishment after two and a half months in captivity.

She left them alone, and they decided John needed to be alone with Sherlock. The nurse told him he might have trouble speaking, but he seemed ok. The minute they were alone, John put a hand on his friends shoulder.

"Dear god, what did the bastard do to you?" he asked. Sherlock gave a croaky laugh.
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me. But listen John, he's still out there, he'll be looking for you, him and Moran, he-."
"We found him."
"What?"
"We found him about an hour ago, he's in a holding cell at the yard, going to be interrogated when we can have you as a witness. Thought you might appreciate it."
"So…..you're safe?"
"We all are, now. You have nothing to worry about. Just promise me you'll never do anything stupid like that again."
"Trust me, I won't. Is Mackenzie ok?"
"Absolutely fine, they just want her to see a therapist."
"Yeah, that would help. She did spend eighty days in captivity. She isn't hurt?"
"No, just malnourished. Right now we need to focus on you. You're in bad shape, mate."
"I'll survive." John smiled
"I know you will. Oh by the way I think Molly wants to see you tomorrow." Sherlock smiled.
"I'd like that."

The nurse came in, and ushered John out saying the patient needed to sleep. John said goodbye, saying he would visit him tomorrow. Sherlock said bye back, and let his tired body go into a well-earned sleep. He thought of Molly as his brain plunged him into a dark world of nightmares waiting for him.

More chapters coming! This Fanfic is almost (ALMOST, NOT YET WE STILL HAVE QUITE A BIT) coming to an end, and I need more ideas! I have a few, but your suggestions would certainly help!