Hello all! Thought I'd try my hand at writing a Sherlock story, since I've just gotten the DVD's! Anyway, this is set between "The Blind Banker" and "The Great Game".

I won't give too much away here... So enjoy!

For Dr John Watson days didn't normally start off like this. It was perfect. Normally, he'd of been up hours ago working at the clinic or chasing his half mad flatmate Sherlock Holmes around London in search of criminals, but not today. It was Saturday so he wasn't working and it was 9:30am yet he hadn't been pulled out of bed with tales of serial killers murdering people using sweets (Which had happened more than once surprisingly) or threats that if tea wasn't made the living room wall would end up looking like Swiss cheese(Again, a strangely common occurrence) It seemed odd to him, simply laying in bed for the sake of laying there with nothing to do and no deadlines to meet, it was quite relaxing. Don't get him wrong, he loved being busy as much as the next guy. He loved the feeling of Adrenaline pumping through his veins as he ran, and the excitement of the unknown, that was the reason he'd become an army doctor and not a normal GP like so many others; he wanted adventure. However, there was only so much a man could take before he had to recharge his batteries, which was exactly what he was planning on doing today. Sherlock had gone storming out of the flat at about 7:00am, shouting that he wouldn't be back until late and, also something that had sounded alarming like "bomb in a blender", he couldn't even begin to guess what Sherlock was planning. Maybe it was for a case?

After a few more minutes he decided he had to do something today, even if it was just watching the TV, he couldn't stay in bed all day. So, reluctantly, he pushed back the covers and forced himself out of his warm sanctuary and into the cold world. Quickly, he pulled off his t-shirt and jogging bottoms and re-dressed himself in a pair of black jeans with a white t-shirt and grey jumper on top, before pulling on a pair of black shoes. So, he was dressed, now what? Tea. This was the only answer his brain could provide, and it sounded quite pleasant, so that was that sorted. Slowly he made his way down the stairs and into the complete mess that was his and Sherlock's living room, it looked as if a tornado had hit it, maybe he could tidy up today? Then again, maybe not. Thinking this through, he wandering into the kitchen and filled up the kettle, before finding a reasonably clean mug (They never seemed to have completely clean ones) and dropping a teabag and 2 sweeteners into it. Then as the water boiled, he came to the part he dreaded; getting the milk out of the fridge. There was nothing actually wrong with the appliance, it chilled things and stopped them going off, it was what you were going to find inside of it. Sherlock had essentially turned the Kitchen into his own private laboratory, and as such, he saw no reason why it was inappropriate to leave parts of his experiments in the fridge (He'd found a horse's head in there last time) This meant that even if you were trying to find something simple, like milk, you were in for a shock.

Cautiously he pulled the silver door open to reveal the contents of the abused appliance. To his surprise it was nowhere near as bad as he thought it was going to be, there was a small pile of what liked liver (human or animal he didn't know) in the corner, and other than that, there was just the milk. However, as he reached for it, he heard something in the lounge behind him. Like the squeak of a floorboard. Was Sherlock back already? No, he couldn't be, he hadn't heard the front door open or close. Forgetting the milk, John slowly walked into the lounge, not sure what to expect. Carefully he examined every detail of the place he now called home, searching desperately for the source of the disturbance. There was nothing as far as he could tell, and it was an old house, they normally squeaked, didn't they? Laughing slightly at his own nerves, he turned back to the kitchen, about to continue with his task, when suddenly someone grabbed him. It was unexpected and caught him off guard, and before he realised what was happening he'd been tackled to the floor, with his assailant on top of him. The man in front of John was young with pale white skin, cold grey eyes and short dark brown hair, though this wasn't John's primary concern at that moment. He squirmed against the man, but he was completely pinned down, unable to move his arms or legs. Then suddenly out of nowhere the man had pushed a damp cloth over John's nose and mouth, holding it there with his hand.

Desperately John tried to avoid breathing in whatever was covering the cloth. He bucked his legs under the other man's body and continued to turn his head back forth, hoping to dislodge the man's hand, but it was useless , his assailant was holding him too firmly. Being tackled had knocked the breath out of him, and now John desperately needed to breath, he couldn't hold it in any longer. All too soon he took a reflex breath in through his nose, allowing whatever the drug was to enter his system. It smelled sickly sweet, and seemed to work fast, after the first breath, his head began to spin slightly, and even though he was on the ground he felt like he was falling. As the drug continued to make it's way around his system, his whole body seemed become heavy, and he no longer had the energy to fight against the man. Without realising it John's eyes had flicked shut, and he'd begun to breath freely, no longer having the thought power to control it, as his mind began to cloud. Vaguely he felt the man's weight shift against his body as he began to stand, though John could still feel the cloth against his face. He felt so numb and detached, he barely registered the fact the man had removed the cloth and that he was being carried, and then he could fight it no longer and the darkness of unconsciousness consumed him.

Please Review, I hardly get any reviews on my other stories! Will update soon!

Again please review, because I love reading them before heading off to school (hint hint)!

TTFN (Tah Tah For Now)