A/N: I'm sorry for the long wait again.

Sherlock was curled up against a brick wall. Night had fallen a long time ago. He didn't even try to sleep. There was no point. Luckily none of his Homeless Network recognised him. He was just another man with nowhere to go.
He wasn't even asked what his name was; despite the cold nibbling at his bones he liked it here.
He was fairly sure it was nearing 3am, but he drew his phone from his pocket to check anyway.
It was a basic flip up phone, calling, texting, camera. That was about it. He was constantly changing phones and SIM cards to avoid detection, and without access to his bank account he could waste money on high tech gadgets. He stared at the dull light of the screen. 3:07am.
The phone vibrated in his palm. A frown creased his forehead. No one knew his number.
He opened the text:
DI Gregory Lestrade and Dr. John Watson have been abducted in. There is a car waiting for you to you left on the main road. More information will be given on your arrival.- MH

Sherlock was on his feet and running down towards the road within seconds. His presence in London was to protect Lestrade. Not to endanger everyone.

John supressed a groan as his body came back online. His head throbbed painfully. He sucked in a mouthful air, a slight stinging on his lips told him his bottom lip had been split and he probably had a nice bruise on his cheek to match it. A groan broke through the darkness somewhere on John's right.
"Anybody else here?" the voice asked
"Greg?"
"John? What happened?"
"I got punched and woke up here. You?"
"Same story. Where is here?"
"I don't know. Are you badly injured?"
"Just bruised I think."
"You ladies awake then?" a new voice joined the conversation. A click brought a light bulb to life. A huge man stood looking down at the two men. He had dragon tattoo wrapped around his muscular arms, his head was shaved and a cigarette sat in his mouth. The man made Phil Mitchell look like Tinkerbelle.
"The boss wants to see you, now"
Neither John or Lestrade paused, they jumped to their feet and followed obediently. They were lead through what was obviously on old abandoned warehouse, as cliché as it was still enough to start John's blood stream filling with adrenaline.
"Finally. I was wondering when you two were going to wake up!"
John knew that voice
"No." John whispered "Please God no"
Lestrade didn't speak he just threw John a glance.
There was a creak as someone moved across the room towards them. Each step echoing back and forth through the room.
"Hello Johnny"
It was James Moriarty. He flashed a predatory grin.
"You're dead" John voice held no emotion
"I saw your corpse" Lestrade shook his head
"Faking my death was easy" Moriarty gave a short laugh "Poor Sherly was too stressed about my snipers shooting you two and your precious Landlady that he missed the obvious and jumped any way. I'm sure he was the one that said sentiment was, I think his words were, 'a chemical defect found in the losing side'. Ironic isn't it, he died for one of the things he never truly understood."
John's breathing was ragged
"You two still think he committed suicide because of the press. Don't you?" Moriarty gave another laugh, one fuelled by insanity "He died because otherwise you two and Mrs Hudson were going to die. His only three friends in the world. He valued you three above himself, if that isn't a chemical defect I don't know what it"
"Why are we here?" John straightened his back, holding back the tears stinging his eyes, Sherlock had sacrificed himself not committed suicide
"Because I have suspicions. I won't share them with you, and what I plan to do will clear up my doubts. Also I'm bored, I need a new game. Quite literally. Did you get the invites? The 30th Hunger Games. Not gunna be televised I'm afraid, just me watching"
"The invites were from you?"
"Obviously! I just said that" Moriarty calmed himself "I have an arena prepared, same rules as normal apply, kill or be killed. I have other's in the arena to keep you entertained. And if you both survived remember I'm not soft like the gamemakers. If you're the last two and you decide to not kill each other. I'll let you die slowly by starvation."
"Someone'll notice our absence" Lestrade spoke confidently "I'm expected to be at the Scotland Yard first thing tomorrow"
"Don't worry, your sick note is all sorted. My friend'll take you downstairs, I have outfits and weapons all sorted. In two hours' time you two will be in my arena, it's all very exciting. Isn't it?"
"You can't do this"
"Oh Johnny. I think we know without Sherlock Holmes stopping me, I can do whatever I want. Good luck. Or should I say 'May the odds be ever in your favour" he gave a manic giggle before the henchman reappeared
"This way" he rumbled "now"

A quick journey downstairs and they were both deposited in to separate rooms. John's was dark and had only one light bulb; he sighed at the sight of the Arena outfits, they'd been given. The trousers were obviously somehow obtained from the army, they were exactly the same as the ones John had worn while at war, while he was shot. There was luckily no matching top, just a plain black t-shirt and a black weather proof jacket, like what Harry and Sherlock had had to wear.
John noticed that his given weapons were two guns, both identical to his one sat at home in a draw.
He pocketed them both.

Two minutes later Moriarty's henchmen were back. John was reunited with Lestrade and they were both lead back upstairs. They both stood waiting expectantly.
John heard a creak behind him. He turned just in time to see a hand coming towards his face and pressing a cloth over his mouth and nose. Chloroform. The next second he was on the floor his mind slipping away.

When John Watson started to become conscious again he was somewhere new.

John forced his eyes open, his head was resting on a soft but damp floor, he looked up, he was lead on mud. A bird squawked in the distance. He looked upwards to see a roof of foliage above him. They were in a rainforest
"Hello tributes" Moriarty's voice reverberated around the jungle his tone like an excited five year old who'd got a new toy "All I really need to say is have fun and don't forget to kill each other. Ciao"
John pushed himself on to his knees. Lestrade sat beside him also on his knees.
"What the hell are we supposed to do now?" the DI demanded, to the rain forest more than John. Which was lucky as John didn't have an answer.

A/N: I'm not sure what i think of this chapter... I don't know if how i wrote Moriarty's all right or if he's OOC ...