Sherlock wouldn't tell me what they had made him do.

They hadn't come to ask questions in four days, they hadn't even come in for the daily beatings. I wasn't complaining, but it made me wonder what Sherlock had said.

"Nothing you need to worry about." He growled. His fever had gone down, and he was convinced he could change his own bandages. He wrapped them sloppily around his lower abdamon. I shook me head and took the bandages away from him. I began wrapping it for him.

"I can do it myself."

"You don't have to do it yourself." I said quietly.

I was exhausted. Too exhausted to argue with my cousin, and I think he secretly was too. I finished wrapping his wound. It wasn't closing like I had hoped it would be, but it was clean and if I could get him to sit still for more than five minutes it wouldn't bleed. I leaned against the wall and shut my eyes.

"You can't sleep." He observed.

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Nightmares?"

"Yeah."

"Well I slept like a baby."

Sherlock usually slept with his head in my lap and a blanket wrapped around him. He had been throwing up a lot lately and like any man who got sick, he acted like he was two years old until he was comforted.

"I'm sure you did, Sherlock." I mumbled.

I could finally close my eyes without seeing Sherlock cut in two, but psychologically I was still damaged. Everytime I closed my eyes I was scared the Black Lotus would come in and take Sherlock away to be beaten. I reopened my eyes.

Still there.

"So your whole 'can't get hurt in the room' theroy was crap."

"Mm, it was a rare occasion."

"You mean you were wrong."

"You already know the answer to that. I won't dignify it with a response."

"Yep. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong."

He threw the blanket at my head. I caught it in my good arm and wrapped around my shoulders. The heat had been turned on in our little cell, but it was still cold and damp.

"So your little plan hasn't worked yet." He grumbled from his side of the bed.

"It should have. They've been on the system for over an hour each day."

"The FBI has yet to knock down the door, Jade."

"I don't see Mycroft busting down the doors either. Sure you gave him the right adress?"

"You know I never tell Mycroft anything."

I nodded, only half hearing what Sherlock had said. Out of sheer exhaustion I began slowly laying down on the cot. I rested my head gently on Sherlock's knee. Maybe if I was certain he was there my body would just sleep. For the first time in forever Sherlock didn't whine about my actions. I brought my knees to my chest under the blanket and yawned. Sherlock said nothing.

I slept peacefully for the first time in a long while. The only reason Sherlock woke me up was because he had to puke. He ran to the corner and lost his small supper. I put my hand against the wall, and carefully pushed myself up.

"They've been feeding us salt. Too much salt." He groaned as more came up. I watched him from the other side of the room. I reached for the water bottle.

"No, don't." He said as the last little bit came up.

"You have to drink." I said weakly.

"Think about it. What does salt make you?"

"Fat."

"Thirsty. Don't be dull."

"There's a difference between dull and exhausted, Cousin."

He looked at me hard for a moment. He caught me as I started to fall forward, I felt the strength of his shoulders under my cheek. He smelt awful, but I didn't care.

"How long have you gone without sleep?"

"Since you were cut." I mumbled into his shoulder.

"How much have you eaten since then?" He demanded. I started to lie, but very softly he said my name. I told him I hadn't eaten since he had been hurt.

"When was the last time you drank something?"

"Yesterday."

I couldn't tell if the room was spinning, or if Sherlock had picked me up. I opened my eyes and found myself craddled in my cousin's arms. I rested my head against his chest and felt a small pounding.

A heart.

Sherlock's heart.

I smiled. "You do have one." I mumbled.

"You're delusional." He said only half kidding.

He careful bent over and picked up a water bottle. Gently he set me down on the cot, and stuck his finger into the bottle. He ran it around the rim and frowned. He threw it across the room angrily. It wasn't clean.

"Sherlock." I said softly.

"Go to sleep, Jade."

I reached for him like a small child would. Under normal circumstances it would have, no doubt, been met with mocking and laughter, but Sherlock let me take his hand and hold it to my face. As gently as he could he lifted my upper body up and put it carefully back down so my head rested against his chest.

I slept for hours with my head on Sherlock's chest, before we switched positions. He was getting sicker by the hour, and though he wouldn't admitt it, I could see he wasn't a hundred percent the Great Sherlock Holmes at the moment. He set his head down lightly in my lap, I stroked the hair from his face. In a matter of minutes he was snoring. I closed my own eyes.

The door was slowly opening. My eyes stayed shut, but I could feel Sherlock shifting under my hand. Voices were coming through the door.

"It shouldn't have taken this long."

"They are strong, but even they have a breaking point."

"The male is stronger." Someone said bluntly.

"I disagree. The child will sacrafice herself to keep him safe. You watch."

"You think the man will not fight for the child?" The voice demanded.

"I think he is too proud to."

I opened my eyes. The door was fully opened and two hulking figures step through the door. I groaned softly.

"Let him sleep. He's sick, just let him sleep."

The ignored me, of course. He picked me up by the hood of my sweatshirt and shoved me toward the door. The other man was doing the same to Sherlock. Ri appeared in the door, her black eye looked worse than before.

"Hello my dears. I think you'll find my next game to be quite shocking."

The pun was totally intended.

Sherlock was put into a different room and strapped into a chair with wires attached everywhere. I was the same. We could see each other through a large glass window. I stared at my cousin's face.

"Well, Mr. Holmes you're looking well rested." Sherlock said nothing, he only stared at me. "I wish I could say the same for your poor cousin."

I made a pig face and wagged my tongue. Sherlock giggled. Ri stared at me coldly.

"I think your cousin will demonstrate how the games in played, Mr. Holmes." She walked through the door that lead to my room and stood behind a small machine. "You two will be answering a few more questions. Nothing about Mr. Landon Holmes, you've already answered plenty of those." She smiled like the Grinch gettng a wonderful, awful idea. "Simple questions that you may not want the othe to know, and for every lie," She indicated towards what looked like a truth dectector from the old movies, "The other shall receive a small shock, same if you refuse to answer. Like so."

She hit a button. An electric current surged through my body mercilessly. I felt my body seize painfully, I thrashed unable to control my muscles. I managed to keep my mouth shut until the pain stopped. I clasped forward, but my restraints held me. "It will get worse each time."

"First question," She smiled. "for you, Mr. Holmes. Have you figured out my little game yet? The one you thought for sure was meant to keep you in that room."

"No." He said coldly.

"A pity. Shall I tell you? It was to keep you and your cousin desperate to stay with each other. Haven't you noticed that we have never hurt the two of you when you were together?"

"You broke her wrist." He snarled.

"A mistake my sponser has made sure I pay for everyday." She touched her blackened eye.

"We're together now." I pointed out.

She smiled slowly. "Tell me Sherlock, darling, can rise to save your cousin?"

Sherlock said nothing, his hands balled into fists.

"That is refusing to answer, my dear Mr. Holmes."

Electricity plused through my muscles. I bit my lip to keep from screaming until blood ran down my chin. The pain stopped.

I sucked air in through my teeth.

"Dear Ms. Holmes it's your turn. Tell dear Sherlock who's wallet you carry."

"Oh, please. It's clearly someone she admires and given she's come cross country to find her father…"

"It's your's Sherlock." I stopped his ranting. "You came to vist, and you left it there, and I thought it was lucky so I kept it."

I didn't look at my cousin out of sheer embarassment. I was blushing up to my eyebrows. He had gotten half of it right, it was from someone I admired.

"Mr. Holmes." Ri was overly enjoying herself. "Tell Ms. Holmes the good knews."

Sherlock's toes were moving a hundred miles an hour. He chewed on the bottom of his lip. "They've located your father. He's hiding in Australia, he's very much a live."

I gaped at Sherlock. "That's what you found out That Day isn't it?"

"Yes, it is." He said quietly.

I didn't say anything.

"Ms. Holmes, how do you feel when we take your cousin out of the room?"

I stared at her coldly. I didn't know how to answer that question, there were so many thoughts that raced through my mind when the pulled Sherlock from the room.

Ri sneered and brought her hand on the button. Sherlock's body thrashed against his bonds, his face contorted in pain, but like me he said nothing.

"Don't hurt him!" I shouted. "That's how I feel, please, don't hurt him."

Sherlock stopped thrashing, his eyes were unfocused. He looked like he was going to be sick. "Jade, don't answer them. Don't give them…" Ri pressed her hand to the button, and Sherlock thrashed back.

"Tell Jayden the other thing about her father." Sherlock's eyes were rolling back. Ri finally took her hand off the button. Sherlock took in air like every breath hurt him.

Ri's hand was centimeters away from the button. Sherlock wouldn't talk, not as long as she was only hurting him. I looked at him. His eyes bore into mine as he shook his head.

"Don't." His eyes said. "Don't be stupid."

"The child will sacrafice herself to keep him safe."

"Keep him safe."

"Oi." I shouted at Ri.

Sherlock strained against his bonds, he was saying nothing, but his eyes were. "Jade, please don't."

"You want him to talk put your hand on my button. Go ahead try it."

She did.

It hurt much more than it had before. I gave a small cry that was quickly choked out as my vocal cords were paralized. My whole body was freezing.

"You're my sister, not my cousin. Turn that damn thing off!" He shouted.

The pain stopped, and I lurched forward. My ears were ringing so bad I knew I heard Sherlock wrong. "What did you say?"

"You are my half sister. Landon Holmes was my father, he left for America when I was young and met your mother awhile there after. I didn't know until you showed me his name."

I was staring at Sherlock in disbelief. "I have a brother?"

"Two, counting Mycroft. He's an even worse brother than a cousin." Sherlock was searching my face for emotion.

"How do you feel about this, Ms. Holmes."

Ri was expecting me to angry, to scream at Sherlock how much I hated him for keeping information from me. But if I wasn't tied a chair I would have hugged him to death.

"I have a brother!" I shouted with more joy than a person in position would likely have. Shock appeared on Sherlock's face.

Behind me a door opened and slammed. Sherlock's face began turning white as a sheet. I tried to turn my head.

"And this," came a sing songy voice, "would be my cue. How is my most favorite pain in the ass doing today? Hmmm?"

"Not you." Sherlock said softly. "You're dead."

"So are you dear! Or don't you remember, jumping off buildings can cause memory lose in some people."

Jim waltzed through the door into Sherlock's room and put a bullet in Ri's head. I screamed as she feel to the floor. Jim pointed the gun at me through the window.

"I told you once I would burn the heart out of you." He turned to smile at me. "And you just proved you have one."