After being arrested John had remained calm. He was detained alone in a cell and given meals throughout the day, but was not questioned. He was too tired and distracted by the last two weeks to wonder why. Irene Adler's appearance, texts from a -SH, and now this? Eventually, John fell asleep from exhaustion.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway awoke John with a start. Someone—no—several people, were walking towards him. Sure enough, the echo of footsteps stopped in front of his cell door. John could see the police guard on duty, and three men behind him in the shadows. The guard, clearly nervous, stated, "You are being transferred to a more secure facility," before quickly unlocking John's cell door, spinning around on his heels, and retreating down the hallway. John shuddered, suddenly aware of how vulnerable he was.

"A bit unorthodox, transferring a prisoner in the dead of night, isn't it?" John asked, trying to sound casual. None of the men responded verbally. Instead two men grabbed his elbows while a third stood behind him. Together, they began walking down the hall. John turned briefly, eying his cell, now wishing to be safely back inside.

The men pulled John out a side entrance of the police station. A black car waited for him, the read door open. The men shoved John towards the door, and then released his arms suddenly, throwing him off balance. "Get in the car," one man stated firmly. He then walked around the car and got into the driver's seat.

With a soft sigh John bent his head and entered the open car door, which was promptly slammed behind him. The car was dark, but John could feel a presence close by. John instinctively reached for his weapon before remembering that it had been taken from him. His movement was not missed by the other passenger, who laughed lightly, "always the brave soldier, aren't we? Well, you already know what I think of bravery." John's eyes widened and his gasp was audible in the quiet of the car.

"Mycroft."

"Hello, John." Mycroft nodded his head towards John before turning to his right and tapping the glass divider separating them from the driver. "Move on," he drawled, and the car sped off quickly. "Best to be far away before the police notice what they are missing." John simply nodded.

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A/N: Thank you to everyone who has been reading, following, and commenting. I really hope that you're still liking the story!

Onward!