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Greg's Pov

It took two days for them to finally give me sustenance.

Those were the two longest days of my life. Two days filled with endless thirst and hunger, pain and fear. For reasons unknown to me, they also finally untied me. They weren't too happy to see that I had already broken the tape binding my hands though. But, I could now move around my small room freely. Even so, the torture hadn't stopped. Each time the Russian came back he brought with him two very large thugs to hold me down while I was being tortured. What's worse is they would laugh at my suffering.

I was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, half asleep, when the Russian came in with his thugs. Today he decided to use me as his punching bag. Personally I preferred this instead of being burned or slashed open with a pocket knife. At least this way I could somewhat brace myself against the attacks.

"You are strong Greggy boy. The last guy was begging for mercy right now. Why don't you? Do you like?" the Russian asked in his disjointed English and strong accent as he continued to punch me.

"Maybe I'm a masochist. I enjoy the pain and suffering." I answered back somewhat sarcastically.

My snarky attitude landed me a punch straight to my face, surely breaking my nose again. "I also enjoy the taste of blood as well. Mmm coppery." I said as I spit blood from my mouth.

He scoffed in annoyance but didn't say anything otherwise.

When he eventually finished beating me, his thugs let me go. I wanted so badly to just crumple up on the floor and die from the pain but I didn't, I wouldn't, I couldn't. Not in front of the Russian. He got up in my face and said "You will break. Soon you will see, no one will come for you, and you will break." Then he and his thugs left. That's when I fell to the floor in pain and groaned. I wasn't going to give up hope that Mycroft would find me. He had to, he just had to.

Mycroft's Pov (still the night of the kidnapping)

The previous case that Sally brought me proved to be useless, unrelated; similar but useless. I sat rewatching the CCTV footage in hopes of catching something helpful. Before I knew it people started filing into the office. Sally had left sometime in the night and so had John. But Sherlock and I had stayed; both of us repeatedly going over footage or case notes.

Sally came into Gregory's office with a cup of coffee for both Sherlock and I. "Neither of you went home last night, did you?"

I took the coffee with my eyes still on a page from the case file. "Thank you Anthea." I said automatically. I realized immediately what I had said and looked up at her. "My apologies Sergeant Donovan. Force of habit. Anthea, my assistant, normally brings me my coffee." She looked at me and rolled her eyes, then left.

"This coffee tastes like shit." Sherlock complained.

"Exactly why I haven't touched mine. I will call Anthea and have her bring us some decent coffee. Have you found anything?" I asked. I grabbed my phone and rang her, giving her quick instructions about where and when we needed real coffee and that I would like a clean suit.

"No, nothing new." Sherlock said with a sigh.

Suddenly Sally burst in. "The SUV was just found. It was abandoned just outside of town." Sherlock, who had been sitting on the floor, jumped to his feet with excitement.

I grabbed my coat and keys. "We will follow you." I said to Sally.

The abandoned car was outside of town parked at a gas station. They had made no attempt at cleaning it or anything. It was simply just abandoned for another vehicle. The forensics team went to start doing their jobs but I stopped them. Sherlock and I needed to look at it first.

In the back of the car there was dirt like they had previously hauled something. "Sherlock, look. They've previously hauled something dirty back here. Get a sample to take back and analyze." I demanded. He glared at me but did it anyways.

"I found hairs as well. Looks like it could be Gavin's hair." Sherlock said as he collected evidence.

"Good lord Sherlock! Are you ever going to get his name right?"

"Don't get your hopes up, Mikey." He said mockingly. Sherlock only ever called me that to rile me up but he also knew that that was what Gregory called me.

"Boys! Behave please. We are at a potential crime scene, stop bickering or leave. I don't have to let you be here. I don't care if you're the government or whatever, I can still make you leave." Sally yelled at us both. Sherlock and I glared but did as we were told.

We quietly searched the car for other clues but didn't really find anything.

"Sally, it's all yours. Sherlock and I are leaving. I will keep in touch." We got in the car and went to St. Bart's so Sherlock could analyze the samples.

I tried sitting patiently across from him however that did not last long. I tried pacing, that did not work either. So I just started to watch over Sherlock's shoulder as he worked. Suddenly Sherlock said "Chalk, Asphalt, Brick dust, vegetation and… glycerol molecules?"

"What?" I asked.

"In the dirt we found. There was chalk, asphalt, brick-"

"Yes I did actually hear you. But what do you mean about the last one? The glycerol molecule?"

"I'm not sure what it is."

"How do you not know what it is? You're a chemist, shouldn't you know these things?" I pulled out a piece of chocolate from my pocket and was just about to put it in my mouth when Sherlock took it from me. "Hey!"

He took it and was examining it like a clue. "Of course!"

"I was going to eat that…"

'PGPR.' He said excitedly as he grabbed his phone and started texting quickly.

"Candy?" I asked.

"Yes, candy. Lestrade is being held hostage in an old sweets factory! I'm certain of it."

"We need to narrow that down a bit. A sweets factory with asphalt?"

"No. No-no-no. Too general. Need something more specific."

"Chalky clay? That's a far thinner band of geology. Brick dust?" I said, throwing ideas.

"Building site. Bricks from the 1950's."

"Sherlock there are literally thousands of building sites in London."

"I've got people out looking."

"Aw yes, your 'homeless network' as you call them."

"Yes." Sherlock's phone started beeping incessantly. "Ahah! Rhododendron ponticum!'

"The vegetation I'm assuming." I said.

"Yes…Addlestone."

"I'm sorry?"

"There's a mile of disused factories between the river and the park. It matches everything!" Sherlock exclaimed. I sat there, slightly stunned momentarily at his perspicacity. Even though I'm the smart one, sometimes he does one up me, especially in things like this.

"Addlestone? That is nearly an hour away. Do you really think that the kidnapper would go that far just to hide Gregory? I'm sure that there are closer locations."

"Where else would he be, Mycroft? Addlestone is the only place that fits all of the clues." He said as he donned his coat and scarf. "You're letting your feelings cloud your judgement. They are impairing your thought processes. Now, are you driving or can I?" he asked waiting for me to put my coat back on.

I glared at him, fully aware that he no longer had a driver's license and was banned from ever attaining one again. He was not allowed to drive anything that went over 20 mph. "You think you are funny don't you? Just because you are with me does not mean that you can break the law. I am the one with the license, therefore I am driving. Besides, it is my car after all."

"You know, I'd still have my license if you had made the police drop all of those fines." He said as we left the lab and headed for my car.

"Honestly Sherlock, the streets are much safer without you driving. I remember how you were. I honestly don't think I have ever been so afraid for my life riding in a car with someone." I shuddered as I remembered the one and only time I rode with him to our parents' house. He had sped and drove recklessly the whole way there.

"I was not that bad. Don't exaggerate Mycroft." He whined as he got in the car. "Now, are you going to call Donovan or do you want me to?" He began to dig for his phone in his coat pocket.

"We will find him quicker if we use my men as well. You call Sergeant Donovan and I will call Anthea." I pulled out my phone and called Anthea, making special care to have her send medical help as well. Who knew the shape that Gregory would be in when we found him… if we found him alive.

So incredibly sorry for such a long wait for the next chapter! I hope you all don't hate me. This chapter has actually been wrote and edited for an extremely long time but since i like to stay a chapter ahead of what is posted it was waiting until ch 12 was finished which it is still kind of in the works but these boys have been on my mind this last week (10-2016) so i figured i would post this anyways. I'm so excited to be working on this again and I am also really looking forward to everyones reaction to chapter 13, oh its going to be so great. *insert evil laughter here*

As for a medical update, well things have kind of got worse for me since my last post on here last year. I now have heart problems on top of my movement disorder; so thats been fun. But on the bright side the cardiologist quickly got me on some really good meds and for the most part im good as new. I am officially working only nights due to all of me health problems. I would get really sick if i got too stressed and working days was really stressful. Also if you guys have any questions about whats wrong with me medically feel free to ask. You are of course always welcome to message me in regards to the story as well.

i think thats everything that i wanted to put here...so uh heres to moving forward on this :)