A/N: Here's the second chapter I said I'd post. All I really have to say on the subject…since while I'm typing I haven't even posted Chapter XII yet…sorry. I'll talk about reviews next time, 'kay? 'KAY?!

John:

Mycroft seemed different on the phone. I mean, sure, Moriarty taking Sherlock gives reason to be scared. But he seemed more than scared. He seemed…nervous. If I didn't know any better, I'd say...defensive. I told him I was coming over, and there was nothing he could do about it, but I was coming over much sooner than I let on. I hung up and immediately motioned for Greg to follow me. As we walked out I said, "Something's not right with Mycroft. He turned a little defensive as soon as I said Moriarty took Sherlock."

"So? That gives him every right to be different."

"But defensive? Something isn't right."

"Okay, where does he work, I'll get a few officers right over."

"No, we're going ourselves. Get someone organizing backup, but we are going, you and me, right now."

Greg looked at Sgt. Donovan and said to get everyone available to the address I said. She nodded and broke into a run down the hall. I broke in a run in the opposite direction opting for the stairs instead of the lift. Greg only got in front of me when he got into the driver's seat. Not that I blame him, I would have sped through the streets and caused a few accidents. We got to Mycroft's office and with one look at me and I was directed to a holding cell that had Sherlock and Mycroft in it, and Moriarty standing looking on. Moriarty just turned around at us and smiled. He put a finger on his lips and pointed to the mirror, indicating for us to listen. I wasn't having any of it I slammed him into the wall and might have strangled him if Greg hadn't pulled me off him and handcuffed him securely.

I opened the door to the cell. "Okay Sherlock. You win. But I still need to talk to Jim, okay? We still need to figure out what to do with you."

"Well, if you need help, I can give you some advice. Care to explain, Mycroft?"

The next minutes were a blur. Officers started pouring in, taking Moriarty away and questioning (I should say screaming at) Mycroft, and trying to compose themselves to talk to Sherlock. I walked over to him and started asking him a few questions of my own, like how was he and did they hurt him, but he just shut his eyes tight and started falling asleep. "Sherlock! Sherlock, wake up. Please wake up, Sherlock." He was having none of it. Greg shook him, but it still did nothing. He just kept on sleeping. We picked him up and carried him out to the car, and took him still sleeping down to the police station. We put him in a separate room from the others, not wanting them to influence him. Pretty soon he woke up, thankfully, but after a while I was left wishing he had stayed asleep.

Sherlock:

I woke up someplace new. Again. This was getting really old. I looked up and saw Greg and John arguing on the other side of the room. "Listen, if what they're saying is true, Sherlock could be in a very shaky state of mind and be in no condition to help us!"

"No, you listen! Sherlock is Sherlock, and no matter what, he always keeps collected. There is no way he could be so shaken down by Moriarty that he would regress into a toddler! There is just no way!"

I cleared my throat. If they wanted answers they could get them from me. The two men both turned my way, and their stares were enough to make me instantly regret it. I realized that I was still holding my blanket, and pulled it over my head. "Sherlock?" John walked over to me and tried to pull the blanket off my head. "Nnno. No!" I clung on to the blanket with a death grip. "No! My blanket! MINE!" He was not giving in though. He ripped the blanket out of my hands. "NO! NO! IT'S MINE!"

"Sherlock, since when do you care so much about a stupid blanket?!" I just stared at him, scowling.

"John, he cares so much because he is a toddler. Those two were right!"

"That can't be right! He can't be two. He just can't!"

"And he's sitting right here." I mumbled. Those two both looked at me again. If they kept that up, I wasn't going to keep talking to them. "Stop looking at me like that! And gimme back my blanket! John! Give it back!" I yanked it back and threw it over myself again. I curled into a ball, or as much as I could curl into a ball with a blanket over my head and someone trying to rip it off. "NO. Sherlock! *mph* No, take it off!"

I poked my head out of the blanket. I kept the rest of it wrapped around me, which John didn't seem to like very much, but Greg convinced him to let it go, and to see if he could keep Donovan and Anderson (whoever they were) quiet about this. John grudgingly left, and Greg sighed and sat down in a chair. "I don't want to talk." I said. If I didn't want to, he couldn't make me. I'd rather talk to My or Jim. At least those two were nice to me. "Sherlock, I'm going to tell you up front a few things that you need to know. First, you have to talk. Sooner or later we're going to need some kind of statement from you about what happened when you were abducted. Second, you don't have to talk now, but the sooner you do the sooner we can sort out this mess, and hopefully you'll be able to go home. Third, I don't know what those two did to you, I don't know how or why, but those two are being faced with criminal charges, and that means that they are the bad guys." I looked at him, right in the eyes. He could tell I was hurt. "I'm sorry, Sherlock, but it's true. They're the ones who are breaking the law. They abducted you in the middle of the night, took you without any notice, to use you as they pleased."

"No…"

"Sherlock-"

"NO."

"Sherlock, listen to me."

"NO!" I jumped up, knocking the chair that I was sitting in over, and ran towards the door. I tried to get it open, but I was having some trouble. As soon as I did, John grabbed me and tackled me to the ground. I was screaming and kicking and trying to get free, but it was no use. Eventually I just gave up, covered myself with my blanket, and cried. I wanted to talk to Jim or My. Get the truth from them. Even if it hurt. But they weren't letting me. Soon, though, someone walked over to me and started rubbing my head and shushing me. "Come on Sherlock, that's low, even for you."

I just turned and wrapped my brother in the biggest bear hug ever, crying into his shoulder. He just turned and said to everyone standing around us, "Well, do you believe me now?" As I buried my head deeper into his suit and he pulled my blanket around me, as I calmed down and walked back into the room with him. And as long as I was with My, I'd be willing to keep quiet. We sat on one side and John and Greg sat on the other. Greg sighed and said, "Well, then, let's start from the beginning."

So…Sherlock…he's…um…yeah. I'm just going to…move on now…*ducks quickly out of doorway* see you next chapter!