The men were glaring at Sherlock with sneers of daring etched upon their ugly twisted faces. Spencer opened her mouth to answer, and that's when the footsteps started. Heavy, thick-soled footsteps that seemed to shake the building to the core of its frame, bringing dust from the ceiling like thin snow. A huge man stepped into the room, looked over the four that did not make up his companions, then spoke in French. Ben had no real knowledge of the language and looked at his nineteen year old comrade in slight confusion. But the brown haired teen was already answering Sherlock's question.

"That depends, Sherlock. Do you want meat… Or potatoes?" She asked him, jerking her head at the large man in the doorframe then at her two captors. Sherlock eyed the men holding his female look-alike, then the Goliath. And when his decision was made, Ben was already in action, Watson at his side. The two "sidekicks" punched each man in the nose, making them stumble back, while Spencer sprang to Sherlock's aid, launching her lithe frame in the air. She kicked the huge man solidly in the chest, bouncing off of his figure as though he was a wall, and she a mere rag doll thrown carelessly by a child. Sherlock caught her as she hit him in the chest, her throat emitting an unwished cry of surprise.

"You alright?" He asked her as she shook her head slightly to clear her slightly stunned vision.

"Just dandy." Replied a growl that issued from her throat, as the nineteen year old stood, her eyes seeming to thirst for revenge. Dredger, as he was called, but this name was not known by either of his opponents, just chuckled at the small child sized figure that dared to challenge him. Spencer charged again, aiming a few quick punches at him hitting target with all, but having to fall back and shake her hands as she winced from the stinging pain his immense mass brought. Dredger took the opportunity to go after Sherlock, lifting the smaller man up by his shirt and throwing him across a table. Spencer body slammed him from behind, knocking him off balance, then dropping down and knocking her foot against his ankles, making him fall to the ground with an echoing bang. Spencer stood panting, and the man grabbed her leg and twisted it. The girl fell to the floor with a yelp of pain and a sickening crack floated through the air. Both doctors turned instinctively, Watson running over first, Ben trying to follow, but being pulled back by one of the two men by his black hair. The twenty-one year old gave a yell of rage more than pain and kicked the man in a sensitive area. Now another yell graced the room, and Murdock glanced up just in time to see Dredger flying through the air and busting down the wall. Ben punched the second potato in the jaw, and another sharp crack sounded. While those two lay groaning on the rubble, Ben ran to Spencer, who lay next to Watson. They stooped over the girl, and unbeknownst to them, put themselves in a very vulnerable position. As they bent to worry over the teenager, one of their thought-to-be-fallen opponents rose and began to stalk toward them. Sherlock, who held a tiny, electricity-powered device, did notice, and when his considerably larger enemy began to advance once more, he tapped the large man's shoulder with the sparking metal. The effect was immediate, and Dredger flew through the air and landed directly onto the advancing potato. Ben and Watson turned to look at the two sprawled men, then at Sherlock, then each other. But when a groan emitted from the now-stirring teen, their attention was averted back to her.

"Spencer?" Ben asked, his voice thick with an uncertain worry. "Are you alright? In pain? Do you think he broke your leg?"

"I'm fine." She told him, her brown eyes sparking at him. Murdock knew better than to approach her now. She would refuse treatment and hurt anyone who tried to offer such assistance. He eyed the hurt leg, seeing that it was indeed, fine, more or less. Personally, he'd love to x-ray it, but when Spencer had her mind set on doing something – like kicking the ass of the man who'd caused this injury- Ben knew there was no way to change her stubborn head. She dragged herself up into a sitting position, grimacing slightly in what could have been pain. Ben sighed, resigning himself to checking her leg's health later, and then stuck his hand out to her. She grasped it, and stood, looking over at Sherlock. The man, she's noticed, had fled; it appeared, before she'd gotten the chance to properly serve him her fury on a platter.

"He ran." The man informed her, before her question could be asked.

"Let's go." She told him, taking off at a long stride to follow her prey.

"Damn." Watson said behind him. At first, Ben thought he was talking about Spencer, in either her hard-headed hardiness, or her excellent running form, but when the younger man turned to ask what the doctor was cursing, he was surprised to see him sifting through the destroyed trinkets and tables with an iron chimney utensil.

"What's wrong, Doctor?" He asked, walking forward a few steps to help.

"My engagement ring had been… Misplaced. During the skirmish, no doubt." The man sighed, and rubbed the back of his neck. "I won't get to propose yet."

Ben stopped his rummaging when it became clear that the ring was indeed lost. He stood and stuck his hands deep into his pant's pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet uncertainly.

"I'm very sorry Dr. Watson. Really, I truly am." He told the other medical man, keeping his eyes toward the floor.

"Well, nothing we can do about it. Let's go, I'm sure those two need rescuing. If not, then Sherlock's gotten himself a new record on the need-to-be-helped time." Ben chuckled at the statement before they turned to follow their partners together.

A/N: Okay, so I probably could've written more, but I really didn't want to ruin the sweet Watson and Ben moment that wasn't created well at all.

But, anyway, to my readers who are still faithfully following and reading…. THANK YOU! You are extremely kind to stay with this Fic even though I'm a horrid updater. Reviews are greatly loved, y'all, and needed, might I add. They help me decide the fate of our beloved four. I really can't say much because I don't think there's much to say…

But, anywho, cheers for now. See you at the next chapter!

~Ashy