A/N: Spoilers for those of you reading/planning to read Mockingjay (3rd Hunger Games book) I would highly recommend finishing Mockingjay before you read this, if you don't care about spoilers or have already read Mockingjay or have no plans to read Mockingjay enjoy xx

Sherlock growled under his breath, the one night he actually slept and John was kidnapped. This was part of Moriarty's game, up to now he'd only been fiddling with the pawns. Now he'd moved onto the bigger pieces but Sherlock doubted that the King or Queen had been moved yet. He followed the footprints with no avail. John had obviously been taken by a helicopter, a sky route, no way for a man on foot with a bow and arrow to follow. He decided he should go back and wake Lestrade, there wasn't anything he could do for John without getting out of the Arena.
He gave Lestrade a kick to wake him, not one that would hurt but he used enough force to wake the Detective Inspector.
"Not a morning person then?" Lestrade asked Sherlock
"He's taken John"
"I'm sorry?"
"Didn't you hear me? Moriarty. He took John while we were sleeping"
"There are footprints-"
"They go on for half a mile that way and then stop. They took him in a helicopter. All we can too is get out of the Arena"

John's eyes weakly fluttered open. He could tell he'd been drugged, his mind felt sluggish and dull. He vaguely remembered being woken in the night and dragged off the beach so where was he now?
"Good to see you up Johnny"
He knew that voice.
Jim Moriarty stepped out of the shadows, Cheshire cat grin on his features.
"I was getting bored so I took a leaf out of the Gamemaker's book, thought I'd shake things up a bit.
"How?" John managed to get the one word from his brain to his lips
"You'll soon see, sadly you won't notice the effects, and it'll probably be alright with Detective Inspector Lestrade as well. But poor little Sherlie, let's just say it'll prove how much he cares but then it'll be too late. Well I should be off. I leave you here with my friends. I would say that it's ok and it won't hurt much but that would be a lie. But if it's any consolation you probably won't remember afterwards anyway. Bye!"
Moriarty left the room. John felt his throat constrict, what the hell was going to happen to him?
The door reopened, John expected to see the huge Henchmen again but instead to smaller men came in both dressed rather casually, both wore cruel smirks. John tugged at the leather keeping his wrist pinned to the arm of his chair, but wasn't strong enough. One of the men was filling a needle with a clear yellow tinted substance that was obviously going to end up in John's blood. He pressed his eyes shut, he had no problem with injections, he felt the needle break his skin, he felt the sting of pain as the men pushed the mystery substance into his blood too fast. He felt his arm start to burn, and sweat start to form on his brow.
What the hell was happening to him?

After three days Lestrade had finally given up on trying to speak to Sherlock. When Lestrade spoke to him he only got one word answers snapped at him. Basically Sherlock was worried about what Moriarty might do to John.
'Burning the heart' out of Sherlock using John could imply a number of things.
Sherlock was currently walking back towards the jungle, Lestrade decided against commenting on how they were being counterproductive. Once they reached the edge of the forest, instead of walking back into it Sherlock walked along the tree line, remaining on the sand.
"Where are we going?"
"I'm trying to see if there's another section to this Arena, if not we will go through the forest back to the city and find a way out from there."
"Ok"
Sherlock didn't reply just carried on striding, suddenly he froze, head snapping around to face the forest, Lestrade followed his gaze seeing nothing. Then he heard it a snap, a twig being stood on? There was more twigs snapping, then the leaves were thrown out the way and John Watson fell through panting.
"John!" Lestrade grinned, catching the ex-soldier as he fell forwards. John was pale and had dark rings around his eyes, his shoes and shins were smeared with mud and his breathing was very heavy
"Are you alright John?" Sherlock had a frown on his face as he stepped forward
"Shit" John yelped at the sight of Sherlock, taking a step back "Don't you come anywhere near me!"
"John it's only Sherlock" Lestrade tried to calm him
"Are you an idiot? What do you mean 'only Sherlock'? He's a psychopath! He wants to kill us! He's going to kill us!"
Sherlock felt his heart drop.
"John" he softened his tone reaching forward to place a hand on John's shoulder, John jumped back slapping the hand away his eyes wide with fear.
"I will break your neck before I let you anywhere near me" John snarled, every inch a soldier.

A/N: Sorry it's a bit short but this is such an important chapter :) I should be updating tomorrow. Those of you who've read Mocking Jay might have worked out what's happened, everyone else an explanation is coming up soon