Pain. All Sherlock could feel was pain... in his right shoulder. It was throbbing painfully, making Sherlock wince every time it did. Where was he? What happened? Why did his shoulder hurt so much?

Beep. Beep.

Well, he knew where he was now. The hospital: that was the cardiogram. But why was he there?

Beep. Beep.

"Have you found John yet?" 

Beep. Beep.

"Unfortunately, no. We haven't found him anywhere."

Beep. Beep.

"Too bad Sherlock's out. John would probably be back by now."

Beep. Beep.

Be back? John was missing? Sherlock opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

He sat up. If John was missing, then he had to find him. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Whoa, calm down, alright?"

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Where's John?"

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Well, if we knew, we'd be there instead of here."

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Why aren't you trying to find him, Sally?"

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Calm down, Sherlock. We'll find him."

"Not soon enough, Lestrade. Who knows what could happen to him?"

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. 

"You can't just get up and go, can you?"

Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee-

Sherlock got up and left. 

"Hey, where do you think you're going?"

"To the crime scene. Would it be too much to ask for you to come along?"

                                                                             . . .

"Why do the footprints end?" Sally asked.

"It was a trap so they could get John." Sherlock shook his head. "Obvious."

Her mouth opened in disbelief. "How is that obvious?"

"The disappearance was to stall us, giving the shooter the opportunity to shoot me, and get John!"

"But why would they want John?" Lestrade pulled his phone out of his pocket. 

"I don't know... why do they always get John?"

"Right... you."

"Not to be stuck up, but yes."

"You are stuck up." Sally placed a hand on her hip. 

Sherlock ignored her, and picked a bullet from the ground. "It's... fake."

"Fake?" Lestrade's head snapped up.

"Hello? You got shot, remember? So... not fake."

"This one is." Sherlock got up and studied the earth. There. 

"Why would they do that?"

"Didn't want to risk hurting John. Needed to use him for other reasons." 

"What reasons?"

"I don't know." He picked something up and squinted at it. 

"What is it?"

"It's a tranquilizer dart." He rolled it in his fingers. It was steel with green streaks of paint down the side, and the tip was laced with... Ambien? The sleep drug?

"So he's not dead."

"If he was dead, they would've just left him there." 

"So where is he?"

"I don't know yet... Lestrade, this looks like a original... like they made it themselves. Check out the brand, would you?"

Lestrade walked up and studied the dart. "Brand: ...Sleeping Beauty?"

Sherlock was already typing it down on his phone. "I know where we have to go next."

"Then let's go. The sooner we find him, the better."