The pounding in her head and the gag in her mouth was making Hayden panic. She had no memory of how she came to be where she was and her drug-clouded mind was slipping in its attempt to recall the details she knew from the show she had watched what felt like lifetimes ago.

Hayden opened her eyes to be met by a flickering light in an otherwise complete darkness. She attempted to cry out but the gag was muffling her sounds. She couldn't see anything by the light but the muffled sound of voices reassured that she at least hadn't been left to die.

"I'm not-," John spit out angrily. He glanced over at Hayden who was just on the edge of his peripherals before looking at Sarah who was struggling in her bonds. He could feel his resentment for the woman in front of him grow at the resignation he'd seen in Hayden's eyes. "I'm not Sherlock Holmes. You have to believe me. I haven't found whatever it is you're looking for."

"I need a volunteer from the audience," Shan announced suddenly, ignoring John's words.

"No, please, please!" John said as the General gestured towards Sarah.

"Ah, thank you, lady," Her voice slithered like a snake over Hayden's ears, causing the girl to shudder, "Yes, you'll do very nicely."

Hayden cried out suddenly, feeling a spasm rock the lower half of her body. She bit at the gag, thankful that it prevented her from biting her tongue, as she tried to gain control over her breathing.

Shan spoke in muffled tones to one of her underlings her went over to Hayden and stabbed a needle into her shoulder. The young woman whimpered before her world went black again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, from the distant, moonlit shores of NW1, we present for your pleasure, Sherlock Holmes' pretty companion in a death-defying act," Shan continued once the disruption was taken care of, ignoring John's protests, "You've seen the act before. How dull for you. You know how it ends."

"I'm not Sherlock Holmes!" John yelled, looking wildly between Sarah and Hayden.

"I don't believe you," Shan snapped as she cut the sandbag that kept the arrow from shooting.

"You should, you know," A baritone voice cut in, causing Shan and her men to spin in an attempt to locate the source and John to let out a sigh of relief, "Sherlock Holmes is nothing at all like him. How would you describe me, John? Resourceful? Dynamic? Enigmatic?"

"Late?" John supplied under his breath.

"That's a semi-automatic," Sherlock pointed out as Shan lifted her gun to aim at him, "If you fire it, the bullet will travel at over 1,000 meters per second."

"Well?" Shan wondered.

"Well," Sherlock continued before knocking over one of the burning bins, "the radius curvature of these walls is nearly four meters. If you miss, the bullet will ricochet. Could hit anyone. Might even bounce off the tunnel and hit you."

In the near darkness, Sherlock rushed to free Sarah as the sand poured out of its bag. He was soon interrupted, however, by a cloth around his throat that pulled him away from the woman.

John struggled to get to the contraption before it set off. The rocking of his chair caused him to tip over, hitting his head on the ground. But seeing Sherlock's struggled, he doubled his efforts and managed to kick the arrow away from Sarah at the last moment. In a stroke of luck, the arrow released and hit Sherlock's assailant. Causing the assassin to release Sherlock who immediately took in a gasping breath.

"It's all right," John reassured his date as Sherlock untied her before quickly moving to help Hayden. Sarah gasped as she pulled her gag out before moving to help John out of his own bindings. "You're going to be all right. It's over now. Don't worry. Next date won't be like this."

Sarah managed a weak smile as the four of them, Sherlock carrying the unconscious Hayden, left the underground.