John woke up, surprised he was still alive. He adjusted his jacket and gave a small shiver. There were large pieces of meat hanging off of long hooks and the walls were covered in ice. He tried to get up but his leg prevented it. It had been treated at the hospital but it was going to need constant treatment, not just once.

The door to the freezer opened and Moriarty stepped inside with a clap of his hands. He flicked the switch and the light turned on in the freezer. John squinted and covered his eyes with his hand.

"Time to get busy, John! Daddy's got a lot of things to get done and we haven't much time to do so. Now, get up! Come on, John. Wakey, wakey!"

John hesitated as he tried to get up. His leg began to throb with pain. Moriarty watched with a smile as he folded his arms. Finally, John got up but had to put his hand against the wall to balance himself.

"Today, we'll be escorting you back to the hospital. Once you're there, you-"

John grimaced. "Hospital?"

"Well, yes, it's about to be dawn soon. No one ever noticed you were missing. Now, as I was saying,-"

"Why the bloody hell did you bring me here for one night?"

Moriarty side-smiled. "I was about to get to that part. You're returning home with a special job. You'll be keeping an eye on Sherlock for me."

John shook his head. "No. No, I won't."

Moriarty raised both eyebrowd and leaned into John's face. "Yes, you will. I have eyes everywhere, John. So, if you should try to have another one of your heroic moments, Sherlock goes up."

John narrowed his eyes. "What exactly am I supposed to be looking out for?"

"Oh, we'll keep in touch, my dear. Don't fret about a thing. Just watch yourself, and don't stay in the hospital too long. I'm already growing impatient."

And, with that, Moriarty raised his fist and struck John in the face. When John opened his eyes again, he was in the hospital. Sherlock came into his room and gave a brief smile.

"You're looking rather well. Feeling any better?"

John digested everything that had just happened. Did he just dream what happened last night? He was lost for words.

Sherlock broke his silence. "John? Can you hear me? You alright?"

John blinked. "Uh, no, no. I just...got a bit of a headache. But...it's nothing."

"Well, the doctor said you should remain here for about another day or so."

John remembered Moriarty's words. "C-Can't I just go home? I'm alright, really. I can stand and I don't-"

Sherlock grimaced. "You tried standing on your own? John, that's ridiculous. You could've injured yourself."

"I...sorry. Just thought I would be alright. Really, all I need is my old cane. I can manage on my own."

Sherlock stared at John making mental notes. John swallowed, hoping he didn't give himself away. With a sigh and a shake of his head, Sherlock gave in.

"Very well. I shall speak with Lestrade and the doctor to see what is to be done. Don't worry, you'll be home soon."

Sherlock left the room and closed the door behind him. Letting out a large sigh of relief, John closed his eyes.

"Good, very good."

John's eyes shot open when he heard Moriarty's voice. "What..?"

"Oh, it's an earpiece, dear boy. I can hear everything you're saying, and I can hear whoever speaks to you. Fascinating, isn't it?"

John gritted his teeth. "You bloody pillock. I swear, if you-"

"I won't be hurting Sherlock, Johnny. Not as long as you do as you're told. You understand, I hope?"

John lowered his eyes and shook his head. "Damn..."

A/N: Whelp, I hope you are liking the story so far. Sorry this chapter was so short but I didn't have much inspiration and I didn't want to write a lot and make it crap -_- but anyways, more to come...