"Oh But Sherlock you see," Moriarity smirked, pulling out a knife.

"Im going to cut, and burn and kill little John Watson over here," he giggled, stroking the knife against Johns cheek.

The video was being recorded from an old camera phone, in a dark room. Moriarity paced around John, whom was strapped to a chair, barely visable.

He pulled the knife away, leaving a small streak of blood on Johns cheek. Moriarity bent low and smirked, licking the blood from Johns face.

"Your pet is sweet Sherlock. I understand why you kept him," he smirked, turning back to the camera. "You have 24 hours to solve my 5 mysteries, and find your lover boy, before I slowly tear his flesh from his body, bit by bit, chunk by chunk. Tata now honey," his grin faded and he looked into the camera, a look of complete hatred, devil, and murder in his eyes.

The recording made a clicking noise, and he looked back at John. John looked at his feet, his hair falling down, hiding his face. Moriarity walked by him, and curled his index finger, tracing it against his jaw. "Arent you cute," he said sadly. "Too bad your Sherlock wont be here in time to save you," he shrugged.

John squeezed his eyes shut. "Aww dont be like that Johnny boy," Moriarity smirked again, and lifted his hand. He did an uppercut on John, and his head flew up. He groaned, and his head lolled to the side. "Look at me when im speaking to you. Manners John, I thought you had them," Moriarity tutted. John spit the blood trickling from his nose at him and Jim glared, looking down at his grey suit.

"I just got this dry cleaned," he sighed. He looked back up and slapped John. "Im was trying to be a nice host, and you go and ruin my suit," he sighed. "Doesnt matter, Sebby will take care of it. Speaking if Sebby, I must go. He and I have a lovely dinner together, then we're going to go on a romantic homocide spree," he sighed twirling around.

"Did Sherlock ever take you out?" he asked turning around and walking to the table. "Oh, forgot heh 'Not Gay' he smirked and shook his head. "But hes so in love with you," he said turning around. "Sometimes John you're a real idio-" "Shut up," He mumbled

Moriarity froze, slightly suprised. John hadnt spoken at all, and now he decided to. "Im speaking the truth John. Right now hes probably trying to solve all those murders, just to find you," he sighed. "Isnt that sweet?" He did a pouty face and John squeezed his eyes shut. "Aww John how can you be so blind," he tutted.

"Sh.. Shut. Up," John said, exhausted. "Hmm," Moriarity giggled. "Tata now," he turned around and walked into the dark. Soon the sound of a mettle door being open and closed rang through the room.

John slowly lifted his head, and scrunched his eyes from the blinding light. He looked across the table, and saw that the camera phone had never stopped recording.

He squinted his eyes, and saw 3 red words.

Recording Live

John sighed. "Atleast it feels like you're with me, right?" he croaked.

"You're probably not even watching this. Too busy saving my ass... again," he chuckled. "Umm," he looked at his feet, which were tied to together in front of the chair. "If I die here.. that will be an extreme disappointment. So I would really like it if you... saved me," he rolled his eyes. "If you breath one word of this, I will murder you," he gave a pained smile.

"So yeah... Sherlock uh... solve the mysteries I guess and... come find me," he felt a tear fall from his eye. "Please," he croaked.

John Watson was never afraid of dying. He wasnt worth anything to anyone. And now he was. He didnt want to leave Sherlock. Everything was finally coming together and now it may never happen.

"I dont want to die here. Wouldnt be good for the reputation," He chuckled, his throat throbbing from the small amount if water he had drunk. "Sherlock erm... I dont know I guess... 24 hours huh..."

John continued to babble for no apparent reason. Sherlock couldnt respond to him so what was the point? It made John feel comforted and happy knowing Sherlock was most likely listening to him. And he was.

Sherlock had finished 2 of Jims mysteries in less than 8 hours. John had stopped talking after the 4th, and Sherlock would occasionally check up on him to see if he was okay. And every time he did so, his heart hurt, and he began to move faster.

Save John Find John Help John

John

Thats all that mattered right now. It was saving his blogger.

His John.

***

Sherlock breathed heavily as he paced back and forth in 221B. He had solved all the nysteries, and still had no idea where John was.

"Its uh... been 18 hours now and I could totally go for some dinner," John chuckled. "Maybe we could go out later. Like a d-" John stopped himself and he sighed, grinning. "Here I am about to die, and im asking you out on a date," he chuckled. "That would be nice. There, some motivation," Sherlock smiled lightly, but it quickly washed away. He has to focus.

He groaned and ruffled his hair a bit.

"Where could he be?!"

Suddenly, the sweet sound of John humming was cut off by a slap.

"what are you doing?!" a sharp voice spoke.

Sherlocks ears perked up and he heard a groan. He balled his fists as he grabbed the camera.

"You fucking bastard," Sherlock said through gritted teeth. "Sherlock darling!" A high pitched voice spoke. "You have 3 hours!" He giggled. Sherlock picked up the phone and exmanied the video.

"A littler birdy told me you solved all my little math problems," he sighed. Sherlock felt a tear prick his eye, seeing the state of his blogger. Johns hair was ruffled, his shoulders slouching, His face was bruised and cut, and his ankle was sprained.

Jim sent a hand over Johns cheek and a loud smack rained through the room. Sherlock clenched his jaw. "I enjoy doing this," Moriarity giggled. "Its fun!" he kicked Johns side.

He had never seen John look so vulnerable until now. His beautiful army Doctor being pushed around. He didnt like that. At all.

"Hurry Sherlock. Time is ticking and so is John Watson," he giggled.

Sherlock threw the phone acrosd the room. He sat down and entered his mind palace.

He ran down the white hall that stood before him.

Where is it?!

He opened every door and finally stumbled in it. His heart slowed down as he saw John petting a red haired dog. "Hi Sherlock," John smiled solemnly. "You look tired love, come to bed," he took Sherlocks hands and Sherlock smiled.

Red beard crawled onto the bed, and curled at the edge. This was Sherlock's thinking area. Where he felt calm, and relaxed. Where his mind would flow, and he could concentrate.

As John wrapped his arms around Sherlocks middle, he looked at the wall and began to think.

***

Jim grinned and hit John once more. He sighed. "This is getting boring," he groaned, plopping onto the table. John groaned, and felt himself doze off.

His body couldnt take it anymore. He wanted to shut down. To shut out all the pain. But he couldnt. He needed Sherlock, and Sherlock needed him.

"30 minutes JOhnny boy," Moriarity whispered in his ear. John grunted, and squeezed his eyes shut.

Moriarity giggled and looked over to the camera. "Cmon Sherlock im getting bored," he pouted.

John sighed, his everywhere throbbing.

Sherlock, PLEASE

"S-Sherlock," he coughed up blood, and Moriarity smirked. "What? Are you finally going to confess your feelings before you die?" Jim giggled. "Sh.... Sher....lock..." He whispered, feeling tears fall from his eyes. "Goodbye,"

He sucked in his last breath and held it.

"What are you doing? Moriarity asked, eyes wide.

John felt his lungs begin to burn in thirst for air.

"Stop!" James called, becoming frantic.

John felt his heart rate lower, his lungs screaming.

"John you die now you'll ruin it!"

I love you Sherlock.

He felt his brain cease to functions. throbbing, suffocating.

He felt blood fall from his nose. He felt numb.

Numb.

"JOHN!?"

Johns eyes snapped open, and he began to gasp for air.

He felt his body rack and shake from the lack of breath.

"Hahah! Sherlock!," giggled a voice.

John felt his eyes droops, his body tired from the events he put it through.

"nonono stay with me no!" Sherlock tapped his cheeks as John slowly drooped from conciousness.

Sherlock saw as John fell into slumber and he looked up, a fire in his eyes.

"You bastard!" He leapt up and threw a punch at Jim. "You Fucker!" His fist connected with James' nose, and Moriarity flew back.

"Oh.. thats note fair," He growled, standing up and licking the blood falling from his nose.

They flew at eachother, and soon Sherlock had Moriarity pinned to the ground, his eyes boring into the psyhcopaths.

"If he is at all hurt or broken," He growled in Jims face. "I will find you," Sherlocks eyes lit up into ablaze. "And i will make you suffer a long painful death, that hell will sound pleasant once im through with you," He spat, "It already is," Jim giggled, an eery grin on his face. Sherlock glared, and pinched Moriarity's pressure point, making him fall unconcious.

Sherlock laid down James' limp body, and suddenly he heard a low groan come from across the room.

He swirved around and his heart fluttered a bit in relief, and he jogged over to the chair John sat in.

"Oh John are you hurt?" Usually Sherlock would scold himself for asking such a stupid question, but his mind was buzzing on John. His John.

John gave a groggy nod, and suddenly he felt himself in the arms of the consulting detective.

"Every things okay now," Sherlock whispered. "You're safe,"

"How.. how did you find me?" John croaked. Sherlock pulled back, but still held John by the shoulders. He gave a sad smlle. "Determination John," He felt his voice crack, and a small tear welled in his eyes. "I couldnt miss the date you asked me on," John felt his face light up with red and he buried his head in the crook of Sherlocks neck.

"Lets go home," He whispered, and the consulting detective nodded in agreement.

***

John woke up in his bed, different clothes, bandages on him. He groaned and Sherlock rushed in,

"You're awake," he breathed, standing at his bed. "Mmm..." John responded, his vision focusing.

Once it had, he smiled, and reached up to hold Sherlocks cheek.

Sherlock leaned into the touch and gave him a smug smile.

"I was so worried," He sighed. John put on a sad smile. "you were asleep for 3 days and i.. i thought.." Sherlock felt a tear slip from his eye, and John moved his thumb across his cheek tp wipe it away.

"I thought you would never wake up," HIs voice cracked.

John smiled lightly.

"Atleast i woke up right? Or else you and i wouldnt be able to go on that..." He stopped himself and looked away, flushed.

"...date?" Sherlock asked, taking Johns hand. John grew red and he nodded, not breaking gaze with Sherlock. 

Sherlock chuckled and leaned down, wrapping his hands around John in a hug.

John relaxed into his arms, and smiled as he buried his head in the crook of Sherlocks neck once more.

"I love you John Watson," Sherlock said suddenly.

Johns ears turned pink and he pulled away, face flushed.

Sherlock felt his heart drop at the thought of rejection, and he began to stutter.

"Im sorry, i just-"m

Sherlock was cut off by a jerk of his collar, and the smash of lips on his.

He jumped a little, feeling his heart explode and beat faster, and he c.losed bis eyes, moving his lips in sync with Johns.

They slowly pulled away, hands in eachothers hair. John beamed.

"I love you too,"

Sherlock felt his cheeks flush.

"Oh John," Sherlock pressed his lips against JOhns, and he heard a light moan come from the other.

"Boys, i-"

They pulled away from eachother, both pupils exploding. Sherlock whipped around to see a Mrs. Hudson standing by the doorway.

"Am i... interrupting something?" She asked sweetly, setting down the tea tray.

"Yes," "No,"

John bkushed, as everyone exchanged eye contact, and Sherlock cleared his throat.

"Well i brought tea," She gestured towards the tray, which was now on the bed side table.

"Thank you," John said.

She nodded and then left the room, closing the door behind her.

Sherlock looked back down at John, and practically pounced on him.

A mischevious smirk played on Sherlocks lips, as he scooted up to John, his face barely inches from his.

"May we resume?" He purred, and Johns breath hitched.

"Oh god yes,"