Lara and Sherlock sat awkwardly on Mycroft's couch. They knew they couldn't find John alone, Moriarty hadn't left any clues as to where they might have gone. So, they came to Mycroft, knowing he could track the car. They had given him the license plate number, and he had gone to make a call, to see if the car could be found. Moments later, he walked in. Sherlock stood

"They found the car's final destination," the older Holmes said.

"Where?" Lara spoke for Sherlock, he seemed too 'out of it' to say anything.

Mycroft frowned. "The now disused Battersea Power Station."

"Right then. Thanks Mr. Holmes."

"You best be going."

"Of course. Sherlock?" Lara looked to him, but he was staring into space. "Sherlock?" No reply. She slapped him hard across the face.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Pull yourself together man! Do you ever want to see John again?"

Sherlock looked hard at her, a sad look on his face, like he were all worn out. Then he turned and faced Mycroft, nodded, and went running out the door. Lara followed without another word. After hailing a cab, Sherlock turned to Lara. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being here."

And with that, Sherlock ushered Lara into the awaiting cab, slid in himself, and shut the door.

"The old Battersea Power Station."

"The old one?" The cabbie seemed a mix of confused and suspicious.

"Yes, the old one," Sherlock snapped.

"We're in a bit of a hurry," Lara added politely.

Upon arriving at their destination, the cabbie once again asked if it was the right place. After being reassured it was, he left his customers, but not before he was given a generous tip. Lara and Sherlock started walking towards the building, both scared. Knowing this, Lara laced her hand through Sherlock's. Sherlock stopped walking and looked at her, questioningly. Then he saw that she was nervous as well, and squeezed her hand. They continued walking.

The building was large, and they went down many halls and into many rooms before finding the one with John. He was alone, tied to a chair, with a cell phone on the floor at his feet. Sherlock ran to him and kissed him hard on the mouth. While he worked to cut the rope with a pocket knife, Lara picked up the phone and turned it on. The phone number was already put in, all they had to do was press call. Lara pushed the green button and listened to the dial tone for a mere second before Moriarty answered.

"So you found John. I am disappointed, though. Going to the big brother for help, instead of figuring it out on your own. Tisk tisk, Sherlock."

"Lara, actually."

John and Sherlock turned their heads toward Lara. They hadn't even noticed she'd picked up the phone.

"Oh!" Moriarty laughed. "Funny you should call, this next move is all about you."

"What?" There was a trace of fear in Lara's voice, even though she had tried to cover it up.

"Lara, what's wrong?" Sherlock had freed John and was now at her side.

"I think you're about to find out," she turned to face him. She did not look afraid, it could only be heard in her voice.

"Bye bye, Lara." Moriarty sang.

Lara turned away from Sherlock and quickly got into a fighting stance. She looked around the room, scanning for threats. After she had determined there weren't any, she put her gun down, and turned to John and Sherlock.

"We need to leave. Now."

Sherlock and John nodded, and John stood up. Following Lara, who had brought out her gun again, they ran out of the power station. Once they were safely in another cab, Sherlock and John turned to Lara, who was staring out the window.

"Lara, what did he say to you?" Sherlock asked.

"He said that his next move was all about me. Then he said goodbye."

"While I was stuffed in the backseat of their car, I heard snippets of what they were saying," the doctor added.

"What did they say?" Lara felt a need to know what awaited her.

"Well, they kept talking about you," he said, looking at Lara. "And they said they were going to give you some new memories."

Lara's eyes went wide, as they usually did when she was afraid. She quickly became composed. When she informed her employer on the threat posed against the doctor and the detective, she did not expect her job would be this difficult. Or this threatening to her, personally.

"Do you know what they mean?" Sherlock asked. "Surely it has a personal meaning."

"Yes, I know what they mean." She made it clear that she was not going to tell them.

Suddenly, the cab pulled over to the side of the road. Sherlock noted their surroundings: empty country road, very dark out, trees on either side of the road. He started piecing things together.

"Get out of the cab," he said calmly. Thinking of Lara only, he shoved her out of the car, but before he and John could exit, the cab shot onto the road, and the cabbie locked the doors. Sherlock started tugging on the door's latch, but to no avail. They were trapped inside the moving car.

"I should've known," Sherlock muttered. "There are never cabs around the power station."

"I'm surprised, Mr. Holmes. The boss didn't think you'd fall for it," the 'cabbie' said.