Will Broken Bodies Lead to Broken Hearts?

Forever?

"Eurus..." The name was out of Sherlock's mouth before he even realized it.

"Oh! So you do remember me, brother! I thought Mycroft would have made me vanish from your memory..." She says.

"Oh he did. But I've ways of finding things out that people don't want me to know about. And I know all about you... So why not just give John back to me, huh?" He asked.

"Oh no, you know I couldn't do that, brother. Where's the fun in it? Come play with me."

**Meanwhile as she's talking to Sherlock**

The tall bald goon, Jo, seems to talk to much. As he's holding John's arms so he can't fight, he starts laughing, "You do realize that once Sherlock 'finds you' she's just going to kill you both... You first, nice and slow, so he has to watch you die a slow, painful death. Then she'll kill him in some God awful way. Probably slowly also, Just so he has to live a while knowing he's the reason your dead... Hahaha"

John manages to spit out the rag they placed in his mouth and yell to the phone, "Sherlock!" The way John's voice broke calling his name almost broke Sherlock's heart. "Please don't come... She's just going to kill us both... ugh.." The last sound Sherlock heard was that of John getting punched in the stomach before the phone line died.

"John!? John!" Sherlock yelled at the phone.

Sherlock didn't even look at Lestrade when he ran out of the building. He didn't know if he heard the conversation, if he was following him or not. He ran straight to the flat, didn't even bother to hail a cab, figured it would take to long. He searched the apartment for any clue as to where they would have gone. When he found nothing he fell to his knees on the floor at the foot of his bed, his head in his hands.

"Damn it! I know I shouldn't have left him!" He punched the floor. He heard footsteps behind him and a gentle hand on his shoulder. He hoped it was John but figured it wasn't.

"We'll find him... I'll help in anyway I can..." Lestrade tried to be reassuring, knowing Sherlock had zero confidence in police work.

"...Thank you..."

**With John**
John had been knocked unconscious after his little stunt, warning Sherlock, but he was fully awake now,  standing in the middle of what appeared to be an old Victorian style home.

"So, John, how long have you been shacking up with my brother!?" Eurus asked.

"What?" His ears were still ringing from the last hit to the face he received.

"How long have you been dating my brother!" She yelled.

"We're not dating! Where on earth did you hear that!?" John hoped his face didn't betray him. Seeing how mad Eurus got whenever she asked, he had his suspicions about her intentions.

"And what did he tell you about me?"

"You? Until today... I didn't know there was a third Holmes sibling..." WHAM! Again, right across the face.

He wasn't fully understanding what this was all about. They had wanted him but took Sherlock, now they have him but want Sherlock too? And Eurus gets madly defensive about her brother dating another man... This whole operation was lacking something...

"Can I ask you something?"

"That's not usually how this works, but I guess. What is it?"

"Where are we? And why did you kidnap Sherlock if you really wanted me, yet now you want both of us? This makes no sense. If you just wanted to kill us, why not kill him then come kill me...? Also, why do you care if I'm dating your brother or not?" John asks with his head down slightly.