"They're in there." Sherlock whispered. "I'm going to go in. I'll make things a little easier for the both of you to get in unseen. Wait for the signal."

"What will it be?" Lestrade asked.

"Don't know yet." Sherlock answered, "But I'll make sure it's obvious."

Sherlock peeked through the window again, daring to glance around a little longer this time.

"The guards are armed." He muttered. "Jayden, stay with Lestrade. Don't leave his side for any reason whatsoever."

"But-"

"No buts." Lestrade said. "If you get separated from me somehow, which will not happen, get to the edge of the fight and stay there. Only draw attention to yourself if you're in trouble. We'll come to you. Do you understand?"

Jayden nodded.

"Good." Sherlock breathed. "I'm going in."

Sherlock carefully slid himself through a window that had been broken in the storm by a branch. To the side of the window he saw a ladder, which he then climbed down.

Surveying the area, he looked for something that would cause a big enough distraction. After a few minutes of searching, and becoming distracted by the nearly inaudible conversations of the people in the next room, Sherlock gave up.

I'm not putting up with this. We're going in, and getting John out. Simple. End of story. Who cares how we do it. I'll decide on my way back.

The wheels in Sherlock's mind were spinning as he slid back out of the window and dropped to the ground.

"What's the deal?" Jayden asked. "Did we miss the signal? Was the distraction not good enough?"

"As it turns out," Sherlock said. "We-" Sherlock pointed to Lestrade and himself, "Are the distraction."

Quickly catching on, Lestrade nodded.

"We go in, draw their attention, but make it look like we were intending on sneaking in." Lestrade said, "Then you, Jayden, sneak in through the window and free John."

"Alright, that's all fine and good, but how am I supposed to get John out of there?" Jayden asked. "The tape made it look like he wasn't in that great of shape."

"We'll work that out when we get there." Sherlock said. "We can't plan much more than this without more information."

Sherlock did a double take as Jayden grinned.

"What?" Sherlock asked.

"You're just gonna fly by the seat of your pants, or trousers, rather, on this one, aren't you?" Jayden said. "I told you it'd do you some good to relax on the plotting a bit, didn't I?"

Confusion fleeted Sherlock's face.

"I don't understand." He said. "'Fly by the seat of my trousers?'"

Jayden rolled his eyes.

"Seriously!? That's not even an uncommon expression! Ugh." he said. "Anyway, it means to act on impulse. Make things up as you go along. Basically, my philosophy in life."

"No, I'm not doing that then." Sherlock protested. "I'm just... planning things very quickly. I have to, given the lack of information I have access to."

"Whatever you say." Jayden answered, raising an eyebrow, a small smirk coming to his face.

"Just focus!" Sherlock muttered irritably. "So you know what you're doing?"

"Yeah, getting John, trying to get him out of there." Jayden nodded.

"Alright then. You start hearing noises, you go up through that window, scaffolding would be the best way to get there unseen, if you're quiet." Sherlock said. "And be careful. The last thing we need is you breaking your back. If you're going to fall off, try to break a leg or arm rather than a more important bone."

"I'd rather keep my limbs intact if that's alright with you." Jayden said. "I'll be fine."

Lestrade sensed a hint of anxiety in Sherlock's body language as he nodded.

He's worried about Jayden. Lestrade thought. Not worried that he won't be able to do it, but worried that he'll get hurt.

Lestrade's glance shifted to Jayden.

He's excited. He's got the same addiction to adrenaline that Sherlock and John have.

Sherlock gave Jayden a boost to the roof, which he then pulled himself up onto. Once he was sitting by the second story window, he gave Sherlock a thumbs up.

Sherlock looked back to Lestrade.

"Ready to get shot at?" he asked.

"As I'll ever be." Lestrade muttered.

They walked around to the front of the building, standing in front of the door.

"Three... Two..."

"One." Sherlock and Lestrade kicked open the front door of the building.

And then it started.

Jayden slipped through the window a few seconds after he heard the shouting.

Get John. Get John. Get John.

Right onto the scaffold, then left for about three steps once I get to the end, then climb into the room through that basement type window... thing. Then untie John, and get out. Use chaos as a cover.

Okay. I can do this.

Jayden gently dropped himself onto the scaffolding, ducking low. He crawled along it, trying his best not to attract attention. He rounded the corner, and carefully peeked through the window, glancing around at what he was up against. There were still two guards in the room, and just like the picture, John was tied to a chair.

They'll see me as soon as I get in. I need a plan.

Jayden looked for anything he could use to his advantage.

Fire-extinguisher. Bingo.

Jayden grinned as he threw himself through the slim open window, rolling to his feet.

When they say it's not like they movies, they're right. It's more fun than that.

The guards jumped, clearly startled at his sudden appearance.

Sherlock pushed Lestrade behind a tool box, just as a bullet landed where he had been.

"And I'm the reckless one?" Sherlock muttered.

"Hey! It's not my fault I didn't see him shooting at me. I was a little more concerned for you. Didn't you see that guy coming up behind you?" Lestrade retorted.

"Yes, of course I did." Sherlock said.

Lestrade groaned. "No you did-"

"Lestrade, bigger matters at hand?" Sherlock said. "We can discuss this later."

"How about we don't discuss it at all?"

"Even better."

"Alright then, how about we discuss how you managed to get a hold of a gun?" Lestrade said. "I thought you didn't carry."

"I started while I was away after the fall." Sherlock answered.

"Why?"

"It..." Sherlock hesitated. "It was needed. Now focus. We can't stay behind here to long, or we'll lose their attention. We can't have them go back and find Jayden. He's smart and quick, but size is not on his side."

"He is a bit of a runt isn't he?" Lestrade chuckled.

"He'll grow." Sherlock said, his mind clearly on the chaos going on around them. "Back out in 3."

Lestrade quickly counted the seconds, then jumped up from behind their cover.

Jayden took advantage of the guard's momentary confusion and tore the fire extinguisher from the wall. The men quickly made sense of the situation and came towards him, but unfortunately for them, Jayden was not unfamiliar with the workings of the extinguisher. The two guards were quickly enveloped by white foam. Eventually however, the stream of foam stopped, and Jayden was left with an empty metal cylinder, and two large, strong men who would not be distracted by wiping the froth from their eyes.

Uh... I did not think this far ahead... Um...

The men, who suddenly looked very, very intimidating, backed Jayden towards the wall.

There were two loud clangs, as Jayden conked them both in the head with the fire extinguisher, which was still conveniently placed in his hand.

And Sherlock thinks it's bad to act on impulse. Jayden smiled affectionately at the cylinder which had recently saved his life. He childishly stuck his tongue out at the two unconscious men on the floor.

A groan came from across the room, and Jayden's attention was brought back to the reason he had gone there in the first place. Jayden ran over to John, and pulled the gag from his mouth. John breathed heavily, head lolled to his shoulder as Jayden untied him.

"My... fault..." John muttered, seemingly deliriously. "Prank... my-my fault..."

He's been drugged, Jayden realized.

"It's going to be alright, John." Jayden muttered. "Sherlock and Lestrade are here with me."

Jayden's nimble fingers slipped the rope off John's feet after loosening the knot that had bound them.

"We're going to get you out of here."

A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long. I accidentally started watching "Bones" and I didn't quit for much longer than I should have. I also read a few fanfics that made me jump up and down with happiness. So... Yeah. You know how it is.