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Sherlock was restless as he waited for a cab to pass by. The evidence had been right there in front of him the entire time he was at the hospital. He looked at it now in his hand. Somehow it didn't seem all that important. His brain was telling him two different things at the same time but for some reason he couldn't grasp the nature of his thoughts. This letter was the key to catching the kidnapper but his brain was not sure why. There was no clarity and not for the last time he cursed the explosion and he cursed his regret for not seeing the trap.

John would be sitting wondering what he was up too; maybe he should ring to tell him where he was going. That would be the sensible thing to do, but he had no idea where he was going.

"You're that detective bloke aren't you? Off on a case are we?" came a voice from the front of the cab.

"Yeah...I need to go to...emm..." Sherlock shook his head hoping an answer would arive but it didn't. "Take me to the Diogenes Club" he managed after the cabbie began to grow impatient at his silence.

Ten minutes passed and Sherlock found himself outside the club texting John. That was weird he never texted John. Something was wrong with him and he began to feel that fear creeping in again. He climbed the steps and was greeted by his brother looking rather confused.

"Brother dear...what on earth are you doing here? Surely you should be chasing those criminals that attacked you!" He stopped when he saw the look on Sherlock's face, however, and showed him through to his private room.

"I...Mycroft...I don't know...what's happening to me?" sputtered Sherlock, terror continuing to rise inside. He didn't care what his brother thought of him he needed help to solve the case and there was no one else he could trust.

Mycroft was worried for his brother; if he didn't have a clear mind, he couldn't focus fully on the case and bring it a successful conclusion. Being a high profile matter his reputation would be ruined. He couldn't let that happen. This needed to be sorted and soon! He noticed the letter clutched in his brother's hand and asked to see it. If Sherlock had picked it up then it was important.

"Why did you pick this up Sherlock?" ased Mycroft gently.

"The answer isin it I just don't know how. It was at the hospital with John..." Sherlock trailed off as the image of John being beaten up resurfaced. Mycroft nodded and scanned the seemed like a simple ransom demand and only gave clear imstructions. His mind was sharp but even he couldn't see the significance. It stated:

Bring the money if you want to see your daughter again.

This note had been received by Reid after two weeks of his daughter going missing. Sherlock had been on the case and had been building up a list of suspects. He knew there were several names but he himself had ruled out several. Going on his brother's work that left three names. Reid himself, a client of the lawyer's and a known loan shark who was owed a large sum by the lawyer. Taking these suspects into consideration he now ruled out the loan shark as there was no mention of the amount owed. That left him two to consider.

Sherlock seemed to regain his focus slightly and looked at his brother. He could see his eyebrows rise and fall and his eyes dart around the room. Sherlock was sure he was woring something out and for once he was glad. The fact that his mind was failing him was troubling and he knew Mycroft would protect him at all costs.

"It's not the loan shark"Mycroft stated catching his brother's stare. Sherlock nodded in agreement. He would work out later why.

"I'm going bac to John. Maybe he can clear something up for me. I left rather suddenlyand I have received several texts now." said the detective getting up and putting on his coat. Mycroft led him out to the front entrance and leaned over to his brother

"We'll get them don't worry!" he whispered before hailing the cab. Sherlock said nothing as he wasconfused by the sentiment shown by Mycroft. He was usually so uncaring. Maybe they both had been infected with something. He laughed silently as the cab drove off. Imagine what John and Mrs Hudson would say if they had been there to witness the affection. They would be laughing too. Heading back to Bart's seemed to take an age but they arrived just after 4 o clock. If Sherlock had been as sharp as normal he would have noticed the tail, and would have noticed the figure follow him into the hospital. He stepped into the room where John still lay in bed. Suddenly he sat bolt upright and shouted at the detective to run. The man who had followed him smiled as he pulled the detective away...

A/N: What are the boys going to do! New chapter soon I promise