"Of course" Mycroft answered his younger brother impatiently

"I'm not going to find him." Sherlock sighed. "Can't even find the little one. Besides, he doesn't want to see me"

"Oh? Why do you say that brother?" he asked leaning closer, it was always difficult to read him when he was high

"Because he hates me, he has his own friends now, well he has always had friends, you know John? He's very nice, he's still my best friend, because I'll never have another John." He rambled

"That's why you should help him"

"Oh because then he'll feel like he has to come back because he'll remember the time I saved him?" he asked hopefully. "No it wouldn't work, not one bit"

"You should help him because no matter what he is your best friend" he replied "You wouldn't want your only friend to get hurt would you?"

"No" Sherlock mumbled shaking his head. "But he'll yell at me."

"Why would he?"

"Because he doesn't want me!" Sherlock snapped throwing the nearest thing at Mycroft, it was a mug. The mug his Mycroft in the head causing him to bleed, he glared at Sherlock, who had shrunk into the couch biting his hand

"Sherlock Holmes! You will help John Watson, you have no choice in the matter, if you refuse to I will make sure you never get your hands or any drugs or cases for the rest of your life!" he yelled touching his head. "Understood?"

"Yes, yes I help John now. Bye Mycroft" he mumbled squirming off the couch and over to his desk, he looked over to wear Mycroft sat frowning when he noticed it was just an empty chair, like Johns, he seemed to sober up at this moment "I'm sorry John. I'm sorry big brother"

Sherlock went to bed straight after, waiting to completely sober up before he found John, he remembered the last time John saw him high, it didn't end up well at all.

John woke up in a musty smelling building, he was chained to a wooden chair with splinters sticking into his skin, he looked around the only source of light was a flickering lamp which made the place only look scarier. He shivered slightly, feeling cold all of a sudden, he realised he wasn't alone, he turned to the corner of the room seeing another person chained up, this person didn't have anything to sit on, only the hard concrete floor.

"Doctor Watson?" a small voice called out, it was from the person in the corner, John new he recognised the voice but couldn't tell because his mind was too drugged "John?"

"Who are you?" he asked weirdly shaking his head and trying to turn to face her better. "Where are we?"

"I-I don't know…. It's me, Chloe" she whispered John looked at her wide-eyed "Where are my Mummy and Daddy? Are they coming to find us?"

John bit his lip unsure what to say. "Hello Chloe, are you hurt? Mummy and Daddy are safe at home, they've had police looking for you they still are."

"No, my wrists are sore and I'm kind of hungry but they haven't hurt me" she mumbled, John let out a small sigh of relief. "John I'm scared!"

"I know, I know, but it's okay they'll find us really soon okay" he said trying to comfort the little girl.

"Is Mr Sherlock coming to find us?" she asked in a small voice. "He's your bestest friend isn't he?"

"Yeah" he said with a small voice. "Yes he is, and he's looking for us right now, he'll probably find us real soon"

"He's probably working harder now so he can find you." She replied John looked sadly at her.

"He was working very hard to find you Chloe" he assured her

"But he'd work harder for you, he probably misses you lots and lots. I'd miss my best friend lots and lots if she ever had to move towns." She said. "Do you miss him?"

"Yeah." John found himself admitting "Yeah I really do."

"Then why are you staying with us? Can't you go back to him and see him again? You're a grown up, grownups can do anything" She smiled softly

"It's… Really complicated" he said, she sent him a look telling him she wouldn't accept that answer at all "He… Is really complicated, and because of that we get into lots of fights, and after a while I stopped seeing why we should be friends and moved away"

"Me and my best friend have lots of fights too, but we don't run away from each other, you shouldn't do that John, he might really want you to forgive him" she whispered "What would you do if he ran away from you?"

John sighed shaking his head "You're very clever for a seven year old" he smiled softly. "I'd be very, very sad"

"You shouldn't make your best friend be very, very sad. That isn't a nice thing to do." She frowned at him "Once we didn't talk for four days, at the end we missed each other so much we both apologised, even though neither of us thought we did something wrong, but, I think that's a part of friendship."

"What's a part of friendship Chloe?" he asked curiously

"The fights" she answered "Sometimes you'll get so mad at each other that you can barely look at them, you swear you will never forgive them for what they've done, but after a while you find yourself needing them again, you need someone to talk to and laugh with, you try do it with someone else but it doesn't feel the same, it's like all the fun was sucked out of it, something that only they can bring back. True friends don't give up on each other, they get mad at each other and yell but they next day they'll be back to their old selves just best friends."

John smiled at her admiring how wise she was for such a young girl. "When he finds us, I'll tell him I'm sorry" he said

"Good, you can't be mad forever, mad people always look older" she giggled, John poked his tongue out at her playfully

"Are you calling me old?" he laughed

"Yes!"

"I'll have to tell your parents, do you think they'll be happy?" he asked

"No but you won't tell!" she said confidently

"Yeah you're right," he sighed chuckling, before the light went out, and he remembered where they were "Chloe you okay?"

"I don't like the dark." She whimpered he heard the rattling of chains

"Okay just close your eyes pretend we're playing hide and seek, do you want to hear a story?" he asked hoping he could come up with something quick

"Tell me about your best friend" she replied her hands covering her eyes

"Sherlock?" he said slowly. "Well, Sherlock is one of the smartest people I've ever known, he can figure out anything about anyone, he's also very brave as well, this one time we were on a case- That's what we do together, solve cases, we've even solved ones like these before- and he…."

Sherlock woke from his two hour nap moving to his laptop, he had all the information he needed and his head felt clearer, knowing that John wasn't there because he couldn't be made it easier on Sherlock, it also helped knowing that he was the one he had to save. He spent the day investigating find as many clues as he could and writing them down, it was around sunrise when he had got back to the flat, all the clues he had weren't sticking together, he had them pinned to the wall and red lines around them but it wasn't working, he couldn't find out anything except it was done by three people, one woman and two men.

The sun cracked through the boarded up windows, John had talked all night about Sherlock he even continued when Chloe finally fell asleep, he looked at the little girl a sad wave over coming him, she had been all alone like this, he wondered if she missed her best friend, if she had left her after a big fight, he really hoped she hadn't, he hoped everything for her was happy and always will be.

"Look the suns up now, I talked the whole night away about him" he chuckled to no one but himself.

"Oh I know, you really don't know when to shut up" a woman's voice came out from the dim light, he heard the large metal door open and his eyes widened in shock "Oh hello John."

"What are you doing here?" he chuckled. "Can you set us free?"

"Oh no John, why would I do that if it was this much trouble in getting you here!" she shook her head walking over to the child and clapping her hands loudly "Wake up!"

Chloe woke up startled. She curled in to the wall and John stared at here sadly wishing he could go protect her.

"Don't touch her!" he spat.

"Oh I have no intention of doing that Dr Watson." She chuckled turning to him "I want to make a deal, more of a trade."

"What kind of trade?" he asked uncertain

"Well, life for a life." She grinned "I could let you go and keep her, or I could let her go and keep you."

"Keep me" he said quickly. "Send her back to her family and keep me, for as long as you need!" he said quickly.

"Alright, you head him boys! Send her back home!" she called out two men came in unchaining her and carrying her out of the room. "Thank you John Watson, that's just what we needed"

"What do you mean? What are you going to do to her?" he shouted, the woman just pouted.

"Oh nothing, she was only here so we could get you" she chuckled.

"you seemed to get me easily without her." He replied angrily

"Oh yes but, I suppose this way was more fun" she smirked before walking out "I'll see you tonight

"What's tonight?" he asked as she stood at the doorway

"Oh you'll see"

****Texting****

Hello Sherlock, I have something of yours. The abandoned warehouse by the docks, you know which. -IA