John

"You said you'd dissappear!" I shout at James. "You said you'd help him then be 'dead' again!"

My eyes water. No. John Hamish Watson you are not crying. Sherlock will come find you before he can do anything.

A camera gets brought it and sat up just in front of me. My heart starts to race as a masked man enters with a cart full of different syringes.

My heart starts to race as he gets closer to me with that needle.

"Five days Sherlock." James says. "But you need some motivation." James winks at me.

The doctor type man reaches towards me with a needle and I panic.

"Don't! Pl-" The thing gets stapped into my arm. My vision blurs but before I can black out pain fills me entirely.

I try not to cry but quickly fail. "Give him another." James instructs.

"Please! No! Stop!" I sob as another gets pressed into my arm.

"Look at the camera John." I do as James says in fear he'll make the man hurt me more.

"S-Sherlock f-five days."

Sherlock

I pace around Lestrade's office. Where would he have taken him.

Not Barts to obvious and I would've found John while I was there.

Lestrade gasps snapping both Mycroft and me out of thinking.

"Sherlock you might want to see this." Greg says and I move to beside him.

A video. God this can't be good. Lestrade hits play and the first thing I see is a terrified looking John.

He's obviously trying to hide that he's scared. Not looking at the camera so maybe I wouldn't see how fearful he is.

"Five days Sherlock." Moriarty's voice echoes. The building looks warn out. The rooms not big enough to have been a jail cell.

"But you need some motivation." My attention instantly goes back to John.

John starts to panic and a needle gets shoved into his arms. His body tenses signalling he's in pain.

The second I hear John wail I bring my hands to my ears. Mycroft puts a hand on my shoulder and I don't try to push it off.

"God John I'm sorry." I say as if he can hear me through the screen.

"Look at the camera!"

John does as he's told only to have another unknown source get injected into him.

"S-sherlock f-five days." The video cuts out and I blink back tears.

"Sherlock stop." Mycroft snaps as I start pacing again.

"How can I stop!!! John is being tortured because of me!!" I shout and let my tears fall.

"You need to have your head on right or we're never gonna find him." Lestrade picks up.

Silence rushes over us. I sit in a chair in the back corner of the room, and hold my head in my hands.

"John's a strong man Sherlock he'll be alright." Mycroft tries to comfort me but fails.

"The room is to small to be a jail cell, and from the condition the building must be out dated and vacant." I mumble.

"Sherlock go home. Get some sleep and I'll keep in touch." Lestrade gives me a sympathetic look after he says this.

"How the hell am I supposed to sleep?!?!?! They have John and will kill him!" I shout my tears retuning.

"You're way to panicked to get anything done. I've got my best men on a search party now." Lestrade says again.

"Your best men?!?! You don't have good men! Your boy can hardly-"

"Sherlock trust us okay. We're going to find him." Mycroft snaps in his boyfriend's defense.

"What if it's to late?" I whisper as tears start to fall from my eyes.

"Before it's too late." Mycroft answers.

Five days Sherlock, it hardly takes that long with the hard cases, you can do this.