Disclamer: I don't own criminal minds or Sherlock I'm not making any profit of some sort off this work of fiction just for fun peeps.
WARNING: ILL SPENCER, OOC CHARACTERS, AND SEX! (UNLESS YOUR ON THEN NO SEX FOR YOU SORRY)
Authors note: I'm telling you now that this is a raw chaper no editing done to it no spell check because wordpad has none and sorry its late but Real life has been a beast. Also any sugestions would be awesome because the latest season of criminal minds stole mine :P
October 19, 2011
District of Columbia USA
As it turned out Mycroft Homes' help was never needed and for that Aaron Hotchner was thankfull. It was garcia who managed to track a quick glimce of Spencer down to the near by docks being carried by a large man. However after and extevice search it lead to nothing. They could only assume that spencer was being help captive on a ship of some sort. The other choices were to hard to bear. The team had contacted the life gaurd an navy now all they could do was wait.
October 20, 2011
London, England 221 B
Sherlock had finnally heard form his homelss network. they had comfermed that john had been taken off the united kindom island by ship. Honistly the frantic... manic detective didn't know what to do or how to feel. However he was currenetly hacking into the sitalights feeds watching every bit of ocean that he could with His and John's laptobs.
It was Moriaty who made the next move.
October 25, 2011
UNKNOWN
At some point John must have passed out from exscation. He had been trying to stay up for as long as he could but his drowsy spells wouldn't stop he wasn't sure if there was some thing that had yet to clear from his system but nothing he knew could have this lasting of an effect. It had been at least two days sense he was taken right? When he opped his eyes he was sad to see that he was still in the tiny room with Spencer Reid. Thinking of the american his eyes flittled over to him. The other Doctoro didn't look so well. His skin was pale and his cheaks flush. John placed the back of his hand on the man's forhead. The felt his glands. The younger man was still ablivous to the world from his fevered dearms. This was not good it seemed that Spencer had caught an inffection. Wasn't surprizing really, the room seemed to be constantly damp and cold. John had risked some of the water a bit ago it tasted like milatry water but it wasn't harmfull from what he could tell. Not that he trusted it but he had no choice. He got up and filled the cut Spencer had clammed with water and brought it over to the lanky man.
"Spencer... spencer..." He nugged the bruenet a few more times till glossy eyes opened he looked over at john.
"John... Watson?" he was confused the blond british citizan frowned and placed the cup to spencers lips. "You need to drink Spencer.. the chapped lips opened and John gently poured some into the waiting mouth. Spencer caughted but kept drinking. He blinked a few times before a soft some crossed his lips...
"We are... on a boat... at sea..."
John was startled by the sudden statment, "How?"
"Wthe water its just filtered sea water with clorine added you can still taste a little bit of the sailt."
John needed taking it at face value with sherlock you just learn to understand when people say thing that are out of the blue, "spencer you are very sick and have lost quite a bit of blood. The bleeding finally stopped a bit of go i'm not sure how long not having a way to montor the time... I'm going to get help ok?"
John place the half filled glass next to spencer, Doctor Reid winned in pain as John banged loudly and yelled, "We need medication Doctor Reid is ill please! Medication and a blanket something please!" Spencer curled up taking his knees to his forhead it hurt to move. He wroped is non-injured arm around them as he lissioned to John's voie and the banging. It was causing Spencer head to bang with it. There was a loud noise of the cat flap opening and a single sattelate phone was thrusted through with a note wrapped around it.
One call each to the right person. John you know who and pencer may only call the Diva - M
"Spencer! we got a phone... I'm going to call sherlock... Remember I told you about him. He can find us and get help..." John was so excited it over fulled his sense of self preservation. He graped the phone and started to dile the familure number.
Spencers weak wisper broke through, "That... that was stupid... could have been a trap..." The genius licked his dry lips and gave a little cough.
October 25, 2011
London, U.K. 221B
Sherlock jumped when his phone started to vibrate. It was acrossed the room on the fire place mantel. He glanced at it then back at the ships he was cureently tracting acrossed the ocean. The phone kepted the buzzing up when ever it when to voice mail it would stop for a few seconds before starting all over again. It was to percistant to be Mycroft. If he really wanted to talk he would have showed up in person; and Lestrad would have given up by the thrid time. Now that the person had called a tottal of six time Sherlock thought it was intresting enough so he gave in and awensered.
"hello?" he asked his voice ciruious.
"Oh sherlock thank god!"
Sherlock felt a quick lessening the the strange pressure over his chest that had ben tightening sense John's disapearance. He let his best friends voice was over him and he let out a breath. "John... John where are you?"
"Sherlock you have to track us use the phone number and find us quick."
Sherlock quickly made his way over to John's laptop. "Us... who is with you John" By this point sherlock was typing in the number from his caller id.
"His name is Spencer, Sherlock he is in really bad way he needs he..."
Sherlock paused in his typeing, "John? John!" He pulled the phone away from his ear before trying to call the now disconected number. Nothing. He slammed his moble phone down before typeing away on the computer.
~UNKNOWN LOCATION~
"Sherlock!" John glanced at the sattlight phone. He went to dail again but the phone sent a strong shock down his arm causing him to drop it. It was like a tazer had bit him. His muscles were twitching from the pain. The muscals over stimulated from the eletric shock. The blond looked down in time to see spencer weakly reaching out to the phone. John obligated by handing the phone to the ill FBI agent.
Spencer took a long time to dial the number he has had memorized for so long but as John held the phone to his ear as he was too weak to do so himself it was with relief that he heard the ringing.
October 25, 2011
Quanico, Virginia FBI tech lab
Penelope Garcia tech anilist for the FBI and self declared Goddess of all things tech was typing firuously. Her blond pig tails moving every witch way with every stroke. Trying to find any clue to her little dumpling's location. When her phone rang she was unamused, she was close she could feel it and no one was out on a case so she was anoyed but awensered it in her normal cheerful way.
"Speak oh mortal with your request from my Dominion..."
It was a weak voice that replied and she would know that voice any where. "Garcia..."
Her hand flew to her mouth in a gasp and she nearly stabed her self with a pen in the process. "Spencer! Baby tell me your OK..."
"I'm fine just a few scrapes just trace this please..."
"Oh baby boy you should know better then to underestimet me. I'm calling boss man hun..."
"All right..." This came out in a rattly voice that ened in a coughing fit.
Both Parties heard a soft ringing before the phone picked up by a grouchy voice, "Hotchner."
"Sir this is improtant..." Garcia started.
"Hotch?" Came the question cutting through Garcia's explanation.
"Reid! hang in there we are on our..." The line went dead as a loud caugh started going though.
"Sir I have a location."
"Call every one in Wheels up in twenty." With that said the Leader of the B.A.U. hung up and Garcia was calling in every one else.
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Sherlock had called in a favor of a favor to get to the abandoned vessle that was roughly equal in distantance between the United Kingdom and New foundland. It was cold but Sherlock didn't let it bother him as he wraped his coat tighter around him self. He left the cabin of the Lobster boat he was on to board the ship that John was on. It was a large vessle older in age but looked to be in working order. However the thing about it that it was tottally empty. Sherlock took a breath and started his search. He had just started on a corrordor all was silent when an aftercan american man and a blond woman came around the cornor and pointed the gun at him. Their cavaler vest declared them FBI now Sherlock was confused and intreged what had Moriaty done to piss off the americans? He didn't have time to protest when He was hand cuffed and escored away. Shelock fought he had to get to John he couldn't trust the FBI with what was his! He couldn't get away so he yelled, "JOHN!" ther was a muffled cry back but by that time he was already be escored on to a helicopter. He was straped in to the seat how boreing before John was being escorted out covered in a blanket. He had lost a lot of weight was the first thought but soon a comotion was a foot as john ran to another helicopter after some one being airlifted out in a streatcher. He couldn't hear what was being said over the loud noice from the helicopter and the ocean. He was a suspect Sherlock knew that and took comfort in the fact that ment that he would be near John. He closed his eyes and though on the ride to their destination.
Later in the intergiation room on an american air craft carrier Sherlock was amused.
"Why did you take Spencer Reid!" The dark skinned mand from before slamed his hands on the table.
"You imbecile... I was called by John Watson I came to get him... MY name is Sherlock Holmes just ask him!"
Even though it had started off intresting it was getting dredfully boring. He had told his story as he saw it at least three times now if asked again maybe i should through in a murder...
"Holms?" Relization dawned on his face, "You wouldn't happen to be the creepy guys brother would you?"
The sturn looking man in the room (obviously in charged) with them staped, "Morgan!"
The muscular man now dubed Morgan looked over to his boss, "He was!"
A pinch to the bridge of his noise, "Let him go, Mr. Watson comffermed this besides we need to let them go as british citizens we have to right to keep them."
Morgan set him free, Sherlock anxious to see John was escorted out of the interrogation room past a distinctly Italian man and several American naval soldiers the outside at he saw John waiting by helicopter chatting up a pretty Aburn Sherlock could tell that there was no flurting going on between the two. However Sherlock could still feel his possiveness kick in.
When he was in arm's length from John you quickly wrapped his purple scarf around the doctor. The aburn blinked a moment then smiled, " I'll make sure he knows Dr. Watson."
" thank you notes prentiss..." That was as much as he was capable to get out before Sherlock touch him until the helicopter.
Two aircraft carriers and helicopters later they were finally home in London. Sherlock was determined to find out what the conversation was missed prentiss was about, however such john slept the whole way back Sherlock didn't get to confront the blond until they were back at 221 B.
" John that women... What we're talking about?" Sherlock started casually well at least as casually as Sherlock and manage.
" Sherlock stop being possesses an jealous it was just medical advice, now I want to shower and go to bed." John get Sherlock as seductive wink, " I wouldn't mind as you join me."
A simple black wards glance and john and rushed out to shower. A Cheshire grin spread across sherlock's face as he walked to the bedroom to wait for John.
Sherlock was waiting on the edge of the bed in his nitro, when John can a man was just a towel around his waist. The grin had returned to Sherlocks face and a light blush had apeared on Johns. The weight loss didn't looks so bad now. And john walked over slightly shy in self conscious for some reason. The detective shifting as the former army medic leaned over and kissed sherlock's lips. It was then that Sherlock took over he turn the light kiss into something more something deeper.
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Cuddling John to his chest. John used to fantazise that Sherlock had a long lost teddy that John was now replacing but he didn't mind because it was all he could do to get Sherlock to sleep. John on the other hand was wide awake as he came down from his high. If only Sherlock knew that is what happened when john got over stimulated but the man was never awake long enough to figure it out. And john was ok with this. It gave him more time to watch is love sleep.