Five days missing. John was worried about his best friend. He had tried texting, calling and looking for him in his favorite hiding spots but nothing turned up. One day, a strange text beeped in on his phone. "Try looking at Fun Fetish-I.A."

Irene Adler was on the case too it seemed. He called Lestrade to meet him there at the sex kink shop to take a look around.

It was like any other shop that specializes in sexual favors. The blonde at the counter was dressed in short daisy dukes and halter top, six inch stilettos on her feet. It amazed John at how women could walk in those things. There was a door marked "The Clinic" to the rear of the shop. The blonde explained that they hosted medical fetish parties in their private clinic. John had heard of medical fetishes. People who did that sort of thing got off on inserting catheters and doing medical type procedures on each other. It was then they heard an argument going on behind the locked door. Lestrade got into full policing mode, calling the crew outside to come in on his talkie.

"Open it." he demanded.

The blonde refused. "I can't. I don't have a key."

Lestrade kicked in the door and John followed him in. There were several rooms, all medical looking and white. There were beds, examination rooms, dental chairs each room slightly different. The shouting was still in full swing and John could make out a few sentences.

"You idiot, now look at him. He's really hurt now."

He heard a man mumble a reply.

"Get him down and onto a stretcher, now. I got to give him something or he's going to have a full on heart attack right here. Then what will we do for the money. I have customers lined up already."

John crept around the open door to the room and was shocked to see a naked Sherlock Holmes with wires and tubes in him, strapped to a Stryker Frame. Lestrade swung in beside him.

"Police, freeze."

There was a pregnant lady in a nightie injecting something into Sherlock's vein. It looked as if he was unconscious already. The man who looked like a surgeon grabbed a chair and threw it at them trying to get out of the door.

John had his pistol trained on the woman as she stroked Sherlock across his stomach. His stomach was swollen and looking grotesque on his lanky frame. Even his testicles were swollen to 3 times their size.

"My God, Sherlock."

The woman looked back at John while Lestrade had the surgeon restrained at the door. "If I can't have him, you can't have him either." She had a scalpel and plunged it into Sherlock's already bruised side and reached over to turn off the equipment that was helping him to breathe.

"Stop!"

She flipped the switch as John squeezed the trigger, shooting her in the thigh. She fell to the floor and one of Lestrade's men was quickly on her, securing her hands.

Sherlock was not breathing. John did not know what kind of drug she had injected but he knew it was for no good. He quickly swung the frame around so Sherlock was parallel to the stretcher and released the straps holding him there. He had rigid splints on all four of his extremities and his left chest was swollen and bruised. John pulled a sheet over his naked body and released the tubing from the machine.

Grabbing the Ambu bag from the table he started pumping air into Sherlock. He looked to the heart monitor and noticed Sherlock's heart was failing. He was going to go into arrest and soon. His heart was out of rhythm and he needed to get him to a hospital fast. He barked out orders to the closest officer to help him disconnect Sherlock from the equipment. He left the saline drip in his vein knowing that it would be needed.

"Come on Sherlock. Not just yet. Steady."

The medics arrived and they quickly transferred Sherlock to their stretcher for transport. John left the splints and cervical collar on him not knowing what injuries he had. They would sort that out at the hospital. John kept steadily squeezing the bag to deliver breaths to Sherlock's battered body. He gave it over to the medic at the ambulance.

Lestrade pulled up in his car and John jumped in the passenger side for the ride to the hospital.