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Johnnapped

John opened her eyes and frowned at the pounding in his head. He saw nothing but darkness and he realised there was a bag around his head. It was roughly pulled off and John winced at the harsh light. A man walked from behind him and walked into John's view. He was blonde and was dressed in a suit similar to Sherlock's nemesis'. Moran. John thought and his frown deepened.

"Hello, Mr.Watson. What a pleasure it is to see you again." Moran said.

"I wish I could say the same." John grumbled, glaring at the man in front of him. Moran only laughed and began taking off his jacket carefully.

"Do you know why you are here, Mr.Watson?" John shook his head 'no' hesitantly. "Professional purposes, of courses." Moran said as he hung his jacket on a chair he hadn't seen before not far from him. He turned to John with a tight lipped smiled and rolled up his sleeves casually.

"When James told me it had to be you, I was more than delighted to collaborate!" Moran said the last part in a high pitched voice. "You see, great opportunities like these just pop out of the blue very rarely and you have to enjoy the little things." He winked, causing John's shoulders to tense up. Moran only smiled back.

"Moriarty sent you." John said in understanding. Moran nodded. "Why?"

"Well, think of Sherlock as a mouse and you're a piece of cheese. And Sherlock is desperately trying to get to you because she's hungry." Moran explained as he ran a hand through his now messy short hair.

"It's a trap." John's eyes widened in realisation. Moran laughed and cracked his knuckles.

"Well done, doctor!" Moran fake congratulated John before punching him right in the stomach, causing John's chair to move slightly back as he bent over in pain. "Now, all I need you to do is stay quiet when I beat you up until my boss tells me to stop. Got it?" Moran said with a smile and John only glared at him.

They waited silently as Moran watched James and Sherlock having a conversation in the other room. John could only see their silhouettes as they spoke but heard nothing coming through those walls. John saw Moriarty turn his head in their direction and snap his fingers. Moran wasted no time and quickly punched John in the nose. John grunted as he heard a crack coming from his nose. Another hit. And another. And another. And many more. Moran then gave John a strong finishing punch right on the jaw, which caused John to fall sideways with his chair with a loud 'thud'.

John could have sworn he heard Sherlock scream something but couldn't recognise what. He breathed heavily and rested his head on the cement floor, his lungs not functioning normally and his vision blurry. By now his left eye was completely purple, his nose was broken, his lower lip was busted and he had various bruises along his body. He looked up slightly to Moran to see him walk out of the room with his jacket over his shoulder. John cursed audibly as pain made itself more noticeable. Everything hurt.

John heard a pair of running footsteps approach and prepared himself for the worst. He almost sighed in relief when he saw Sherlock burst into the room with wide eyes and a panicked expression.

"John!" She yelled desperately as she dropped down on her knees next to him and began untying him. When John was finally free, Sherlock pushed the chair away careful not to hurt John and held him at arms length. "John, can you hear me?" She looked at him with a worried expression.

John's head lolled from side to side heavily. "Yes." John whispered, his throat dry.

"I've already called the ambulance, they're on their way as we speak." Sherlock assured John as John collapsed in Sherlock's arms tiredly. Sherlock wrapped her arms around John and ran her fingers through his hair. "It's okay. Everything will be fine." Sherlock whispered, her eyes gathering up tears, making her blink them away.