His eyes were heavy and he felt a sharp pain coming from his head. John let out a small groan as he opened his eyes to discover he was in a room with a bright lamp hanging from the ceiling to keep him company.

He tried to stand from his sitting position but quickly realized he was bound to a chair. Panic overcame him and his breathing increased in speed.

The door ahead of him opened as the man he hated entered.

"Moriarty..." John breathed.

"Well, hello, Johnny! Rise and shine, even if it's still dark out. But you wouldn't know that, would you?" Moriarty chirped as he approached the doctor.

"Where am I?" John asked, angrily.

"No need to give me an attitude. Before we get into the boring stuff, let's talk a bit. How's Sherlock? I mean, since the last time you saw him?"

John lowered his eyes and Moriarty smiled. "Sorry to rub salt on a wound, Johnny. I know you two had a nasty fight the other day."

John's eyes darted at Moriarty. "It's none of your business."

"It's definitely my business, old boy. Rather foolish of you to walk away from your protector like that, John. Don't you think?"

"He's not my protector." John spat.

"Don't deny it. Whenever anything happens to his precious John, he leaps into action. I'll prove it to you."

Moriarty reached into his coat and took a cellphone. John's eyes narrowed.

"My phone," he gasped.

"Trust me, it gets better. Sherlock will be just as shocked." Moriarty laughed as he began dialing.

John struggled against his bonds, breathing heavily. "No! No, please, don't."

Too late. Moriarty had already dialed and was now waiting for Sherlock to answer. While he waited, he took out a gun from inside his coat and aimed it at John's forehead. Swallowing and saying a silent prayer, John closed his eyes in pure terror.

"Shame on you for keeping me waiting, Sherlock." Moriarty said, finally.

John opened his eyes as he heard Sherlock's small voice from the phone.

"Relax, dear boy. John's right here."

Moriarty cocked the gun and raised an eyebrow, as he placed the phone by John's ear.

"Sherlock..."

John's voice cracked and he shut his eyes in regret. Moriarty smiled in satisfaction.

"You'll be alright, John. Don't worry, do you understand?" Sherlock said, failing to restrain any panic he felt.

Before John could answer, Moriarty put the phone back to his own ear. "He sends his love! I plan to send you a clue in a few days. So, keep your eyes open!"

He stopped talking and John heard Sherlock's angry voice protesting.

"Now, watch yourself. Unless you don't expect to find your poor doctor in one piece." Moriarty said, now speaking with a snarl.

John hung his head, feeling helpless. Moriarty hung up and lifted John's head with his finger.

"Keep your chin up, dear! Your knight in shining armor will find you soon enough."

"He won't play your game to look for me. You're wasting your bloody time." John spat.

"I hate to disagree with you, Johnny, but he will. He cares for you too much." Moriarty replied, tracing John's jawline.

Without another word, Moriarty left the room and John could do nothing more than hope for Sherlock to make the right choice.

Hours passed as John sat alone in the room. The door opened once more and Moriarty stepped inside. John shut his eyes in annoyance as Moriarty approached him. He knelt down in front of John and side-smiled.

"You miss him, don't you? I can see it."

John grimaced. "Excuse me?"

"Sherlock's a lucky man, indeed. To have someone like you by his side," Moriarty replied.

John rolled his eyes. "We're not-"

"A couple? Oh, don't be so boring, Johnny! Everyone knows that you two are just destined for each other. Sherlock's a clever man that loves what he does-"

"Exactly. He's in love with his work," John spat.

Moriarty stared at John briefly and reached out to stroke his cheek. "With his work? I don't think so, John. You see, a man like Sherlock may seem like he's got his life together with nothing more than himself and his work to worry about. But, all it takes is a little man like you to turn that around."

"How would you know about it?" John snapped.

Moriarty raised both eyebrows. "Well, when one hears rumors about the relationship between a doctor and Sherlock, you get curious. I've seen the way he looks at you. You care about each other."

John groaned. "But we're not-"

"So, all I did, was take away what Sherlock cares about the most. Now, I have complete control over him."

John's heart began to beat hard against his chest as Moriarty leaned closer to his face. John leaned his head back and turned his face away from him. Suddenly, Moriarty felt a buzz in his coat. He took out his cellphone and answered the call.

"Missed me already, Sherlock?"

John held his breath. "Sherlock..."

Moriarty smiled. "He's alright. Don't you fret. I'll let you say 'hello'."

Moriarty brought the phone towards John and whispered, "Go on. Tell him that you miss him."

Swallowing, John shook his head. Moriarty frowned at that and smiled as he spoke into the phone. "Hold on a sec."

Reaching for his gun, Moriarty pointed it at John's forehead. "Do what I say, John. This doesn't need to get any uglier."

"Without me, you can't have any influence over Sherlock. You might as well just kill me." John said, trying to sound brave.

Moriarty's face looked hurt. "I'm not going to kill you, John. So hasty!"

He pointed the gun to John's leg and fired the gun. John let out a loud cry of pain as Moriarty brought the phone close to him. John could hear Sherlock's voice.

"John? John! John, can you hear me?! John, what's wrong?"

Shutting his eyes, John watched as blood began to stain his pants. Moriarty picked up the bloody bullet that lay beside John's leg. It had only grazed his leg, but it hurt like hell. He wiped it clean and turned his attention back to the call.

"I honestly don't understand how you can stand him, Sherlock." Moriarty sighed.

John felt hot tears fill his eyes, but he tried to keep them in. Moriarty continued, "You have another hour, Sherlock. Use your head and don't keep us waiting."

He hung up and gently shushed John, who was heavily breathing. He cupped the side of John's face and shushed him again.

"Better get you ready. He'll be here soon." Moriarty whispered.

John hung his head as Moriarty stepped behind him to tighten his bonds. He bit his lip, trying to ignore the pain in his leg, but it stung and burned at his flesh. His eyes shut tightly as the bonds were tightened, burning his wrists. A small sob escaped John's mouth and Moriarty stepped in front of him.

"Please..."

Moriarty's eyes widened. "What?"

John hesitated and raised his eyes up at him. His eyes were watery and his lip quivered for a second. "Don't do this..."

Moriarty lifted John's chin with his hand and looked at him in sympathy. "This is going to hurt, John. I know it. But, you'll just have to deal with it. The same way that I did. It's all good fun, you'll see, my dear."

He released John's chin and walked behind him again. John shut his eyes as he heard the sudden rip of tape from behind him. Gently, Moriarty placed a large strip of it over John's mouth. He pressed it down and stepped out of the door without another word.

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A/N: This is my first Sherlock fic! Decided to take a break from Harry Potter and LOTR and wrote this little fic. I don't think I'll be able to update this often since I don't own a computer, but we'll see how it goes! Hope you liked reading this and thanks for reading! More to come...