A/N: *childish giggling* enjoy this one, y'all, big plot twist at the end!
Back at 221B it was, to say the least, pure mayhem. Sherlock and Ginny were officially missing, with no leads as to where Moriarty would have taken them. The group were distraught. Harry hadn't said a single word since the news that Ginny was gone, and Ron had smashed at least 10 beer bottles in fury. Sam stood by John, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Why...why him..." John muttered madly, rocking Athena.
Dean buried his face in his hands. "Great, two missing and everyone gone full loony mode."
Castiel, however, moped in a corner, feeling responsible for Sherlock's disappearance. He should've been watching, he should've been more attentive, he should've saved him, he could've-
A single hand on his shoulder interrupted his thoughts. He looked down to see Hermione, her eyes puffy and red.
"Hey. it's not your fault." She said gently. "You may be an angel, but everyone messes up, it's okay."
"I should've kept watch." Castiel said, looking forlornly out the window, jaw tight with anxiety. "I could've saved him-"
Suddenly, Hermione gave him a stern smack behind the head. He looked up, eyes wide and confused. Hermione was rarely violent, and this action drew the attention of those in the room. Dean stood up from the couch and frowned, eyes locked on the interaction between the witch and the angel.
"Castiel...whatever the hell your last name is, I refuse to listen to you blame yourself for anything. So help me, we do not need another loony on this godforsaken team, now PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!" The tail end was heard by the entire room, which suddenly became silent. Hermione stood taller and straighter. "That's right. Sherlock and Ginny need us and we cannot fall apart like this. Acting like two year olds will not solve anything, so pull up my map and get this train rolling!" She cried. "And if I hear one more complaint, I swear on Merlin's best pair of trousers, you will have a flock of angry canaries on your sorry ass before you can say 'pity party'."
"She's being serious, mate." Ron said quietly into Sam's ear.
Harry emerged from the bathroom, pale but with determination set in his eyes. He swallowed hard and came to stand next to Hermione. "Hermione's right. We can't save them by moping around the apartment; we need to find them, and fast. They're the priority now."
The group nodded solemnly and got to their feet. John put Athena to rest in her crib, and work started up as usual. Sam and Dean spread out on the couch, with Castiel hovering by their side. Based on Sherlock's previous findings, they were attempting to narrow down possible locations as to where Moriarty would take the missing duo.
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat at the table, the golden ring placed in the centre. This particular horcrux hit a nerve; Voldemort had used an old ring to house a part of his soul, and not only had the ring given Dumbledore a fatal curse, but it had been one of the Deathly Hallows. Ron rummaged around in Hermione's beaded bag, looking for the Basilisk fang, but Hermione stopped him. "Let's think about this logically for a moment," she said, setting the bag down and holding Ron's hand. "We have something Moriarty wants. His horcrux, a part of his soul. Coincidentally, he has something we want; Ginny and Sherlock. As much as I want to destroy this thing, it's leverage that we need right now."
Castiel nodded. "That makes sense, and was probably the real reason Moriarty took Sherlock and Ginny anyway."
The phone rang. John glanced over at the caller ID: Unknown. He looked around the room, and gestured to the phone. The party understood, and became completely silent. John picked up the phone with a shaking hand. He pressed answer, and put the phone on speaker. He swallowed hard.
"John Watson speaking."
"Hello, dear." A voice said, distorted through a voice modifier. "I believe these little playthings here are yours?"
Ron gripped the couch until his knuckles turned white. Hermione and Harry held him down, knowing that, if he freaked out, it could possibly end their lives.
"What do you want?" John asked, barely able to keep the growl out of his voice.
"I want my ring back. You took something of mine, I take something of yours." The voice said playfully.
"No deal." Harry suddenly cut in.
"Really, Mr. Potter?" The voice crooned, Irish tones smoothing over the threatening undertone. "Maybe you need some persuasion."
Suddenly, there was high-pitched screaming in the background.
"Ginny!" A weak voice called in the background. John's blood ran cold. Sherlock.
"GINNY!" Ron roared. "If you hurt her, I swear to god-"
"And what will you do to me, Mr. Weasley? I have your sister. And your boyfriend, Watson." The voice laughed at him, and John resisted the urge to scream. "And as far I'm concerned, I may do whatever I like to either."
"We'll give you the ring. Just...please. Don't hurt them." Hermione pleaded.
"Wise choice, Mrs. Granger. Meet me by the London Eye, shall we say...ten minutes past midnight." The voice said sweetly. "Try anything, and I assure you," The sweetness dropped from his voice and it become hard and cold. "Mr. Holmes and Mrs. Weasley will wish I had killed them sooner."
The line went dead. John looked up, his eyes wide.
"Take the ring." John said quietly. "I'm not making any gambles with Sherlock or Ginny's life."
Ginny was huddled against the wall, helplessly bound. Sherlock had begged and pleaded with their captor, which of whom he was still unaware the identity of- they refused to take off the hood and did not speak. They heard murmuring from the other room, and Sherlock immediately knew it was a ransom call. He tried to keep Ginny quiet, telling her she was going to be okay. Wasn't the first time Sherlock had ended up bait. Suddenly, at one point, the captor came in holding a phone, and pulled a knife. Sherlock's eyes were wide in fear. It advanced on Ginny, and he yelled and begged.
"Leave her alone!" he yelled. "Take me, you want me, please!"
It went behind her, and ripped the back of her shirt.
"NO!" Sherlock roared angrily. Suddenly, Ginny began screaming. Sherlock was helpless, a captive audience to Ginny Weasley's torture.
Finally, it left. Ginny shuddered and breathed shallowly against the wall.
"Ginny?" Sherlock asked weakly. There was a large chance she passed out from the pain.
"I'm f-fine." Ginny stuttered, her words sharp and shallow. Sherlock's head hung in defeat. She tipped her head upwards, and saw silent tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Hey, it's okay." She whispered. "It's not your fault." She said quietly.
"It doesn't matter, Ginny. I'm just wondering why they won't just do it to me instead."
"Because I'm better bait." Ginny replied. "I have more leverage, because my brother and boyfriend are there."
Sherlock, surprisingly, lit a small smile. "They're gonna come for us."
Ginny sighed. "My brother is a blind idiot. Of course he will."
They arrived at the London Eye at about midnight. The streets were dead, the people retired for the evening. Dean looked around, uncomfortable. Everybody was armed with salt and holy water, and the hunters carried their guns in their jackets. The group were ready for a surprise attack, but it was dangerous to be out in the open like this.
"There." Ron pointed. A service door, with a JM spray painted onto it.
Dean stuck out his hand. "Give me the ring. I'll go first."
Castiel immediately followed. The party filed down the stairs, one tentative, excruciating step at a time. Finally, they came to an underground maze of sewer tunnels. Hermione wrinkled her nose.
"You think he could afford a better workplace?" She asked, making Harry laugh somewhat. It felt good to laugh, to expel some of the nerves.
They walked along the cold concrete, breath misting in front of them as they called for the missing two. Suddenly, a muffled scream.
"GINNY!" Harry yelled, taking off down the concrete. "GINNY, WHERE ARE YOU?" He hung a sharp right turn into a nasty corridor. He found a metal door. He jerked at the handle frantically. Finally, he yanked out his wand. "REDUCTO!" He roared angrily, blasting a hole where the handle used to be. He kicked open the door, and they surged into a low, wide concrete room. In the corner, bound and tied together, sat a weary Sherlock and Ginny. Her eyes widened in what appeared to be terror. She started shaking her head desperately at the group. Harry and John ran towards the two captives, crossing the room quickly. She kept frantically shaking her head, screaming against the gag in her mouth, but it was too late. Harry ripped off the gag and cupped her face in his hands.
"Harry, it's a trap!" She cried.
Suddenly, they heard the metal door slam shut behind them. The handle had somehow regenerated. Hermione ran at it, and jerked the knob uselessly. "Alohomora!" She cried. Nothing. "Reducto!" Nothing.
"On your right!" Castiel cried. Suddenly appearing in the right side of the room, a cloaked figure loomed in the dark. The hood fully covered the face, making identification impossible. It reached under its robes and raised its wand menacingly.
Suddenly, the door was blasted open again. Curses began firing from all angles. Everyone turned to look at the new intruder.
"Run!" Moriarty screamed. "Get out! I can hold them up for a little while!" He looked at the dumbstruck group. "Do you not speak English? RUN!"
The hood fell from the cloaked figure.
"Welcome, kiddies." A female voice hissed.
Janine Moriarty had never looked so threatening in her life.