A/N: Italics are sort of flashbacks.

Sorry this is a bit of a filler chapter, just setting everything thing up for what's to come.

Sherlock didn't reply. He pressed his palms together into a mock prayer position pressing his index fingers against his lips, ignoring both Lestrade and John. Lestrade leaned against the wall looking defeated.

"Did you see how many guns they had?" John rubbed his eyes
No one reply.
"Huge big guns?"
Still no reply.
"Bloody top of the market equipment."
"John" Lestrade's voice was soft but had a warning edge to it
"No. I want to know what Robin Hood here has planned! He can't exactly have a faceoff with the guys holding a machine guns, when all he has is a bow and a few arrows."
"Yes I can." Sherlock did turn to look at them, his brow just creased slightly as he thought out how that plan could work.
"What?" Lestrade and John spoke in unison.
"They won't kill me."
"Yes, they will."
"No. Moriarty wants John to kill me." he said, "He's Hijacked John to fear me, he sees me as a threat, being an ex-soldier his reaction is to delete such a threat, protect the good people. Moriarty is betting on him killing me."
"John's not going to kill you though."
"He wants to."
"Don't be ridiculous" Lestrade gave a short laugh turning to look at John who was holding a gun in his hand.
"Does this all end? If I kill you, me and Lestrade go free?" John's voice was emotionless.
"I doubt it, I think Lestrade would be killed by other Tributes and then your Hijacking would be reversed, if possible, and you'd be left with the guilt."

John looked doubtful.

"If you kill me the only thing you change is the number of people you've killed. As far as the world's concerned I'm already dead, there won't be a funeral, no one will morn my death. I'll just be forgotten by everyone except the man that pulled the trigger"
Sherlock kept his eyes on John while he spoke, John didn't appear to react. Sherlock wasn't being emotional, he was just stating the facts, showing that he knew John.

"That was brilliant"
"Really?"
"Yes"
"That's not what people normally say"
"What do people normally say?"
"Piss off"

John blinked a few times, he could remember being in a cab with Sherlock, no he couldn't. He didn't know Sherlock, he wasn't friends with him!

John just watched Sherlock, the ice blue orbs didn't falter, didn't look away, Sherlock didn't even blink.

"Why do I think you want to kill me? I've heard of Hijacking, but to completely change my opinion of you would take months."
Sherlock shrugged "I have annoyed or upset you of a few times by not acting conventionally. That's what the Hijacking is based on, things I have done that would upset or annoy you. " Sherlock straightened up to look down on John.
"You could be making all this up..." John tried to look away.
"Fine, this will work without your trust, in fact, you probably won't mind me doing this anyway" Sherlock glanced down the alley way.
"I'll find you later. Go and wait on the beach and whatever you do don't leave it." with that Sherlock ran out into the street. John could hear guns clicked and men preparing to fire.

Was Sherlock going to try and get himself killed?

Mycroft was sat at his desk, he had a coffee sat on a coaster nearby but it was now cold. He had more important matters to attend to namely a photo, just one. The photo was of three people on a beach standing, one of them being his brother. Sherlock tired, skinny and wounded. His arm was red and he was favouring his left leg. Lestrade and John also didn't look like they were in a great condition, but both had a greater sense of self-preservation than Sherlock.
Mycroft checked his e-mails again; he was waiting for an update from one of his top undercover operatives who he'd got into the Arena, they were to do what Moriarty ordered up to a certain extent, the operative knew the way out of the Arena. He just had to find Sherlock without being discovered or killed.

Mycroft leaned back in his chair; he brought up a CCTV feed showing the Arena exit from the outside, there was no movement so he closed the window and left the room flicking the light switch as he went sending the room into darkness the only light coming from the computer screen.

"It's me" John realised. Lestrade frowned. "You said Sherlock lost a friend, and he said he wasn't giving up on them. It's me isn't it?"
Lestrade nodded.
"I think I can remember bits but it all seems so wrong."
"Well you've been reprogrammed to hate him. It's going to take time for you to rebuild everything, sort out what's real and not real"
John nodded letting them fall into silence, then he looked away from his hands to find Lestrade.
"Sherlock Holmes jumped off a multi-storey building and died right in front of me. Real or not real?"

Sherlock had about ten guns trained on him within seconds. He could see that some men were itching to kill him. The others knew the deal well enough to know if they wanted money Sherlock wasn't to be killed.
That confirmed it then, John was supposed to kill Sherlock.
"Afternoon" Sherlock smiled at them.
"What do you want?" one said gruffly
Sherlock made no move to reply. He watched as the men whispered to each other.
"You're coming with us." One told him "Watson and the police man can't be killed 'til you're dead, you can be bait."
"Doctor Watson has been Hijacked, my disappearance won't upset him, it will please him more than anything."
More muttering between the men.
"You're still coming with us"
Sherlock nodded, how predictable.

A/N: Anyone got any tips for fighting scenes?