Sherlock's P.O.V.

"Hello Mr. Holmes. Have you been having an exciting day? I know we have," a deep, manly voice came through the phone's ear piece.

"Who is this? How do you know my name?" I questioned. "Where are you?"

"I am a Black Fear oppertive. I know your name, Mr. Holmes because I know many things. Like that you are standing exactly one foot and ten inches from Dr. Watson. Don't bother looking around. I can see you, but you can't see me. You'll never see me until your dying breath," the voice hissed, a slight chuckle arising.

The hairs on the back of my neck rose. I could almost feel someone or something staring at me. I glanced around quickly, not finding the source. I turned his attention back to the man on the phone.

"I told you. I can see you, you can't see me. Now listen closely Mr. Holmes. There is a woman coming to pick you up. You might remember her from the press conference. You will go with her. You not argue or fight. If you play nice, you'll merely be tied up and tossed in the van," the voice had became softer, almost as if it was trying to be patient.

I, on the other hand, didn't care. I was angry and nothing this man said or did would change that. "And what if I don't?" I hissed.

The voice laughed. "Then not only will you be tied up, you'll be forced to watch Dr. Watson die."

My heart stopped in my chest. Who knew what they'd do to me if I went with them. But If I didn't John would die. It was a lose lose situation. I nodded slowly, eyes latched on the semi-conscious man in the chair.

"Now that you understand that, We have one more card to play Mr. Holmes. Hmmm... There are two Mr. Holmes, aren't there? It'd be a shame if something happened to one of them. But of course, we all know there's no love lost between the two Holmes brothers, so surely one wouldn't mind loosing the other? Would you?"

"Mycroft," I whispered. "What have you done to him!"

"Oh silly Sherlock. You should be asking what haven't we done to him?" another cackle came from the person, no monster, on the other end. "He'll be lucky to see tomorrow. Last time I checked, not only was he bleeding uncontrollably, but he was also in dire need of an antidote."

I didn't say anything. My breathing quickened and my heart started to beat harder and quicker. I bit my lip, trying to ward off the tears I felt coming. Why were they doing this? Why did they feel the need to torture me?

"Now, now. Don't cry. You survived the poison. Granted you were in a place where they had the antidote. The antidote that takes ten days to make a single dose. The antidote that each hospital is only allowed to carry one dose, it's so rare to be poisoned that way. Come to think of it, you essentially killed your own brother! That must make you so proud of yourself. I know I would be thoroughly ashamed. But you. You're nothing more than a cocky, self-absorbed, arrogant man. You don't care at all that your brother will die soon and you're the reason why," the voice hissed violently.

I thought I was going to be sick. Mycroft was dying. He was dying and it was my fault. I started to breath even harder, feeling light-headed. My stomach lurched and I was sure I was going to throw up. The voice on the phone said a few more words.

"You have two minutes. She'll be here to pick you up. I hope you're happy Sherlock Holmes. Goodbye. I can assure you, we'll see each other soon."

The call ended with a click. I fell to my knees and quickly sent a text to Lestrade, asking him to come and keep an eye on John. I also told him I would probably not be able to respond, so don't bother texting back. I heard a knock on the door and all hope drained from me.

Opening the front door, there she stood. The lady with one dark blue eye, and one steel gray eye. She had changed from a tight reporter's outfit, to a green camouflaged shirt, and a light blue pair of jeans. Her lipstick was gone, giving her a less formal look, but she was still someone you wouldn't readily want to mess with.

"Hello Mr. Holmes. Ready to go? I know there's someone who's dying to see you," her voice was much smoother and surprisingly kinder than earlier.

I nodded, allowing my hands to be tied together. She searched me for a weapon. Finding nothing on me except my phone, she slipped it into her pocket and pushed me in the van. The van was black with no license plates and the only windows were the windshields, and the front two windows. I was pushed onto my stomach and my legs were bound at my ankles, knees, and then trying my around my body. She gagged me and snapped a metal cuff on my left wrist, tightening the ropes so that they cut into my skin. The metal cuff was attached to about a half foot of chain, allowing none to very little room to move.

Leaning down, she kissed me right below the right earlobe. "You and I," she whispered, "we're going to have such great fun. Don't worry. You won't be hurt any less than your brother. He knows this is your fault. I can't wait to see what he does to you."

Slamming the door shut, I let a single tear slid down my cheek. I guess I was finally getting what I deserved after all that I had done.

I was finally getting my punishment.

John's P.O.V.

"Hurry! We're loosing him!" a surgeon shouted.

Another bomb exploded, extremely close to tent, and the ground shook. I could barely open my eyes and I had no clue where exactly I was, but I did know one thing for sure. The pain in my shoulder was real. Something pressed against me, and I cried out in pain. Someone smoothed my hair and whispered quietly in my ear.

"Hold on captain. You're going to get through this sir."

"Coburn," I managed.

"No sir. Don't speak. Just rest. We're going to help you," the faithful sergeant stood there with me. "I'll be with the entire time."

"No. The fight. The other men. They need a leader," I coughed. "You have to get them out of there."

Coburn hesitated. "Sir. Are you sure?"

"That's an order sergeant. Get. Them. Out," I said through clenched teeth.

He saluted me and nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "Yes sir! Gates, Yuno! With me! Rally up the A team and them out! We have some troops to save!"

I opened my eyes enough to see the three men run out, no one except Coburn looking back. He knew his mission, and he gave me a promise.

"I'll get them out of there sir."

That's all I remembered before blacking out.

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