EDIT:Sorry. Posted the wrong chapter-the one not spell-checked. My bad.

Yes, I know the update is late.

*sorry*

Until this story is complete, I won't be fixing the chess thing from the last chapter due to time constraints. Plus, Netflix has ruined my life. First Doctor Who, then Merlin-speaking of, did anyone see the finale? Anyone with a heart cried. It was perfect and horrible at the same time. Anyway, sorry if this chapter is horrible, I haven't written anything that doesn't have to do with syntax, diction, helicopter landing, taxes, or DNA strands for months.

"-And then I thought to myself, why would anyone kidnap me? Not like I've pissed off anyone recently-"

James Hayes*, minion of Opal Koboi sighed. The people who made an inescapable box to hold kidnapped people had obviously not thought to make it soundproof.

….

"This," snarled Opal Koboi, "Is not Artemis Fowl." She viciously kicked a gagged Sherlock Holmes. He rolled his eyes. Good job. Next week we can start working on the alphabet.

She took three long strides toward him, and despite him being nearly three feet taller than her, she managed to rip his gag off. He smirked, gray eyes sparkling. A few more minutes and he could work the cuffs around so he could reach the combination pad.

"Moron. You really thought I was Artemis Fowl?" He tilted his head, pretending to consider the facts, as if he hadn't figured it out already. "Hmm. Similar IQ's? Maybe. Similar basic features? Hardly. Who confuses a teenager with a grown man?" He paused for a split second in mock disappointment. "You wouldn't happen to be related to Anderson would you? Never mind." He pretended to think for a minute. "Unlesssss," He drawled, "..Neither of you had seen either of us before!" He narrowed his eyes. "Who are you working for?" It was a demand, not a request. Something odd for a prisoner in a high tech fairy ship to do. Not thqat he knew it was a high-tech fairy ship.

Opal hissed at the mention of Artemis. Her voice tones started to take on multiple layers. "And what would you know of Artemis Fowl?"

Sherlock had no idea where he was, what the creatures where, what they wanted with Artemis, but a few things were clear-they had mistaken him for Artemis twice, and they had abilities he had little, if any experience with. No matter. The rate of the facts about his surroundings that reached his brain were slowing. Some type of mental drug that was activated by listening or when someone started speaking. Maybe it activated with a code word.

Sherlock blinked dizzily.

"What do you know about Artemis Fowl?"

Her limbs. All out of proportions.

"What do you know of Artemis Fowl?"

Such a pretty voice. No. Too many flat B's in that voice. He started to force himself to focus on individual details. It was 67 degrees Fahrenheit in the room.

No. Focus on the important things. Don't let the voice..

He felt blood rushing to his face as he fought against the audio-drug**. He wasn't embarrassed or overly cold, so this was a side-effect of the drug. This was not good. Focus on the facts. This "Opal" –judging from the way she moved in her clothes was used to expensive clothing. Rich then. Possibly criminal endeavors…

Focus on the important things. Now that she realized that he wasn't Artemis-he was useless to her. The only reason he was still alive right now was because she thought he might know something. Neither of his captors had met Artemis Fowl, it was just bad luck that he matched the basic physical description. Neither of them had probably even met him. They had probably just looked at his records.

His records!

He remembered John reading out his basic record in Chicago. Something about his family..

What do you know about Artemis Fowl?

His head felt like it was about to burst. He couldn't resist much longer. He had to say something. It would be a risky gamble..but if they had only looked at the basic records…..

"I know a lot about Artemis Fowl" he managed to gasp out.

Opal was on him in a second. "What?" Tell me everything. Now. Who are you to him?"

Sherlock pretended to try to resist. "He's..He.."

"He is what?"

"Artemis Fowl…He's my brother."

He finally succumbed to the black eating away at his vision and collapsed. Let the game begin.

….

Artemis practically threw himself on the spot where Sherlock had disappeared. His fingers brushed the tile, and he tried to stop a horrified grimace from coming over his face. Someone had come into Fowl Manor and installed a translation pad.

Translation pads were highly illegal because it compressed someone's atoms, arranged them into wavelengths, so anyone with a computer could send anyone anywhere. All it took was one crashed computer, and someone could be lost forever. Also, it was highly dangerous, and had been outlawed less than 24 hours after the patent went through. He whipped out the omni-semsor on his ring phone and tracked it.

John was stuck in place for a minute. Not because of shock, he had come to expect this kind of thing from Sherlock. After He found out about the Noodle Incident of '88, he decided to stop being surprised by anything Sherlock did. He was stuck on a course of action. Artemis was already examining the floor, and Butler was checking all the possible routes of escape. He settled for asking Artemis a simple question.

"What the HECK was that?"

Artemis barely glanced up, from his position on the floor. Somehow, his pants were not touching the floor. "Sherlock went poof."

"That is not an answer."

"Well, judging by the inflection of my voice, it was."

John gritted his teeth. Why was he always stuck with the smart one?

"Look. I. Do. Not. Care. About your little competition. Sherlock disappeared in your house and no matter how smart you think you are, you don't know what happened to him. Show me how smart you are and find him." John started to work himself up, losing some composure.

Artemis glanced at him, outwardly unconcerned. Inside, he was calculating how much to tell Doctor Watson. He used finger to rub the side of his right temple. "He was taken." He said finally. "By someone who will get rid of him as soon as they realize he isn't worth anything to them. Tell me, how much does Mr. Holmes know about me?"

John barely ground out his next words. "Did you let this happen-is this part of your game?"

Artemis tilted his head in a very Sherlock-manner. "I don't play with lives." He fixed his dark blue eyes on John. "If you really want to know...fairies kidnapped him."

Butler closed his eyes. Artemis needed to gain some social skills. Telling someone that their best friend had been kidnapped by fairies was not something you said. He made a mental note to take Artemis to the movie theatre and ditch him sometime.

John's reaction made Artemis gain a new respect for people who wear sweater vests.

….

Artemis climbed into the Bentley after John and passed the phone to him. "Cayne Facilities. It's the place where they are keeping him. I was able to trace the signal they used to-ah-transport Sherlock. We should be able to rescue him. After your little tantrum about friendship and a person being a person no matter how inferior you believe them to be-you said Sherlock got a look at my file correct?"

John nodded.

"Well, I have no doubt Mr. Holmes knows how to make himself valuable. Judging from the little I know of his character-which is why I asked you about how much he knew of me by the way- He probably impersonated a family member of mine. It makes his temporarily valuable, but we have to hurry. The longer he can fabricate a story about me, the better."

John gave him the Apology not accepted look.

Artemis sighed. He knew the look. "My brothers are four. As deranged as the person I believe to have kidnapped him is, she will not fall for the brother story once she gets her hands on proper files. If we don't deliver whatever she wants-probably me-she will get rid of him," he handed John the description of Sherlock's location, "She has her ship near this place." He tapped the papers. "People tend to get sold into ah-underground circuses there. It's one of those places that the crimes are never proved but everyone knows what they do"

John raised an eyebrow. "Like you then."

Artemis ignored him. The area was not patrolled by the LEP that far north. He was lucky in the fact that John, having lived with Sherlock for far too long –did not question the advanced technology, but any more displays, and he had no doubt the good Doctor would start asking questions. Whenever humans were captured by renegade fairies, most of them were sold to be part of underground-literally-circuses. It was disgusting, and the LEP could only do so much. He fingered what Sherlock had dropped on the floor before he had vanished. A pip.

The pieces of a plan were starting to form. He flipped open his ring phone for the second time that day. John looked at him curiously.

Artemis smiled a vampire smile. "You are not the only Captain that I know."

*Me trying to be clever. James Hayes is a combination of the names of the antagonists from the Sherlock Holmes story The Adventure of the Priory School

**Tried to make it clear that this was the Mesmer

Sorry if this chapter sucks. I know it wasn't funny, but trust me, if it isn't obvious, this story will slowly start to come together, even it seems really confusing. Late Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, God Bless.