(A/N hello again my lovelies! Another chapter done and dusted! How do you a feel about Irene Adler supposedly coming back in season 3? Personally I'm not happy about it at all. 

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-CH)

Greg woke up in a small white room. He felt rope cut into his hands which were behind his back. His arse was sore from sotting on the uncomfortable wooden chair.

He saw Nathaniel standing casually against the wall, staring at Greg.

''I've been kidnapped again? Well, this isn't very original,'' Greg said loudly.

Nathaniel laughed and stepped forward. ''Sleeping beauty has awoken.''

Greg snorted. ''I'd prefer to be handsome, thanks very much. If you'd be so kind as to untie me, that'd be great, seeing as I'm getting married today.''

Nathaniel raised his eyebrows. ''Married? To that robotic man?''

''He's not robotic, but yes, I am,'' Greg said proudly.

Nathaniel sniggered. ''You could do much better, you know.''

''Erm, no I couldn't actually. If anything, Mycroft could do a hell of a lot better than me.''

''Oh don't be so modest.''

''I'm sorry, but who are you?''

Nathaniel looked genuinely upset. ''You don't remember me?''

''No, actually I don't.''

''I served you the other month at the restaurant with your little pals.''

''Oh. Guess you aren't really very memorable then, are you?''

''Oh but you are!'' Nathaniel looked down at Greg's crotch.

''Excuse me, but my eyes are up here!'' Greg sassed, realizing he was becoming as sassy as John.

Greg then looked down and realized that he was in only his boxer shorts.

''My's not going to be happy when he see's this, you realize. And can you PLEASE stop staring at my crotch it is making me feel VERY UNCOMFORTABLE!'' Greg shouted the words 'please' and 'very uncomfortable' in order to get his point across.

Nathaniel chuckled. ''Alright, alright, though you know, I do like my men fiesty,'' he winked at Lestrade, sending a chill down Lestrade's spine.

''Yet I am not your man,'' Greg pointed out. After his last kidnapping ordeal he had learned a lot of things, like how he should continue talking, and be strong like Mycroft, confident and somewhat cocky like Sherlock, and stubborn like John.

Nathaniel walked right up to Lestrade, his breath tickling Greg's face as he spoke. ''You could be.''

Greg flinched and tried to move his head away. ''Wow. You really need to brush your teeth before doing that!''

''You're a pratt, do you realize that?''

''Says the one who has kidnapped me?!'' Greg laughed. ''You're pathetic.''

Nathaniel had had enough. He snapped, sending his foot up, kicking Greg in the chin.

Greg was still concious, but only just. He was seeing doubles as his head rolled.

''Don't mess with me!'' Nathaniel snapped, before punching Greg in the stomach.

Lestrade was out like a light.

Nathaniel watched as Greg passed out.

Nathaniel took deep breaths, in and out, trying to calm down. He wasn't only trying to control his temper, but also trying to control his guilt.

He couldn't care now. Jim would probably literally kill him.

The plan was to kidnap the grey haired man, then ambush the rest. Nathaniel couldn't stray away from that plan.

But he liked Greg, more than he knew he should. He was upset that he had knocked the other man unconcious, the man who Nathaniel had seen smile so brightly and laugh so happily.

Nathaniel slumped down on the ground, resting his head in his hands, and soon he fell asleep.

Lestrade woke up, feeling awfully ill. He began to cough and saw blood come up with it. His whole body hurt, especially his head.

He saw Nathaniel lying against the wall, and judging by his heavy breathing, he was asleep.

Lestrade looked down and saw that he still had his pants on, which he figured to be a good sign.

He tried to scoot forward in his seat, towards the door, being as quiet as possible.

He was almost there, when his foot caught on something, and he fell face first onto the ground.

''Shit,'' he muttered as he heard Nathaniel jump up.

Nathaniel cursed as he hauled Greg upright.

''You've got a bloody nose,'' Nathaniel sighed, gently grabbing Greg's face.

''Get your hands off of me!'' Greg spat.

Nathaniel sighed again and left the room, closing the door behind him, and Greg could hear the distinct locking sound.

Greg looked around as best he could, but he saw nothing but a bare, white room.

Moments later, Nathaniel returned with a wet cloth.

''Let me get you cleaned up, at least.''

''FUCK OFF!'' Greg warned. ''Do not touch me or you will be sorry!''

''What are you going to do?''

''Not what I'm going to do, but the others. When they find you'll they'll make you wish you were never born,'' Greg sneered.

''YOU THINK I WANT TO BE ALIVE? HUH? YOU THINK I'VE HAD A PERFECT LIFE?!'' Nathaniel roared.

''So what, you're going to ruin other peoples lives then? Because that's what you are doing right now!''

''I-I don't have a choice,'' Nathaniel said quietly, his voice breaking.

''Yes, you do. Let me leave. Untie me right now, because either way you are not safe. You should fear Mycroft more than you should anyone else. He is the most dangerous man you'll ever meet.''

Nathaniel scoffed. ''I highly doubt that.''

''Alright.'' Greg decided to wait and let the man find out for himself. ''What's your name anyway?''

''Nathaniel.''

''Right.'' Lestrade sat back trying to find a way to get out, but he wasn't sure how to do so. If only he has Mycroft there with him. He'd know what to do.

For the time being, all Greg could really do was sit and wait and continuing thinking about how to get out.