Addaline woke up slowly, her mind a jumbled mess. She was handcuffed to a wall, naked as the day she was born, her clothes torn as if they were cut with a knife. What had happened...? She remembered fighting with Sherlock about something, and storming out. She'd barely gotten across the street before something hit her in the back of the head. She looked around as best as she could, but everything was a blur. She felt like she was going to be sick, so he groaned. She noticed a shirtless figure next to her, also handcuffed. He was blurry, and couldn't make out who it was. "Addaline, thank God you're alright." She heard her brother's voice coming from the shiftless figure. "Jameson?" She asked softly, and the movement of him nodding and seemingly struggling made her head spin. "Nngh... what happened?" She asked. "It's Sherlock, he's gone off the deep end. He's kidnapped you and me too. Made it all look like Moriarty, though Moriarty killed himself on the roof." Jameson explained in a quick whisper.

The door opened, and before Addaline could move her head to look, she was quickly blindfolded. "Telling all my secrets, shame on you." The man said. He sounded exactly like Sherlock, but if she weren't so upped on drugs, she would've known it was a voice changer. "She-" she was stopped with a vicious slap to the face. "No one told you, you dumb bitch." He growled. "Leave her alone!" Addaline heard Jameson growl, but had no idea of the smirk playing on her brother's lips as he was being unhandcuffed. Jim was silent with his movements as he sat in a chair next to Jameson, handing him a shirt. He'd played his part well as they both watched what was about to happen to her.

The man slowly felt her sides and hips, measuring her curves. She gave a helpless whimper and went to move, but got a vicious elbow to her abdomen. "Don't you dare move." He growled, yanking her head up by her hair. She coughed violently, and went to make a noise as her hair was yanked. However, any noise she tried to make was quickly silenced by something long and hard being shoved into her mouth. Even drugged, she could tell it was a dick. She tried to move her head to the side, but it resulted in her getting slapped again. "What the fuck did I say about moving?" He growled, and started facefucking her. She could barely breathe, and her drugged mind could only wonder why Sherlock was doing this to her. Had he really lost his mind? The drugs kept her from deducing anything, her mind spinning. The man pulled out of her mouth and gripped her face. "Already sent the newest video to Lestrade, explaining what I'm going to do to you, and the fact that you're going to get shipped to the middle of no where to die alone..." he said and spat in her face, making her flinch. He leaned down and took one of her nipples, biting down viciously, making her just about to scream. He looked up, and she heard the warning in his voice. "You scream, and I do a lot worse." He said, before giving the same treatment to her other breast. She realised they were sore, so it must not have been the first time this had all happened. He must've had his way with her while she was unconscious. The man didn't even bother putting on a condom or anything as he lined up, then roughly shoved himself in. She had to bite her lip from screaming, afraid of what he would do next to her.

Jameson merely sat and watched his sister gettng raped. He was getting a bit hot and bothered, watching the man more than watching her. He smirked, knowing with the help of the drugs, he figured she would never trust Sherlock again.

It seemed like hours before the man came to his orgasm, shoving himself in deep as he orgasmed deep against her womb. Addaline felt disgusted, and with the help of the drugs, the idea that this was Sherlock doing this to her made her feel sick to her stomach with heartbreak.

"You're boring me now..." he said coldly as he got off of her, he uncuffed her from the wall and forced her to her feet, bringing her to the garage and throwing her into the back of a van. Jameson and Jim followed silently. "Bring this trash to New Zealand and drop her off in the woods." He said to the driver and slammed the door. She would be driven to an airport and thrown onto a private plane, being flown as far away as they could manage. When the van drove off, the man went upstairs to shower.

Jameson looked at Jim and smirked. "Well, phase one is complete. Now we just have to make sure Sherlock doesn't get near her. If he does, well, looks like he'll be in need of a little beating himself. Once those drugs wear off on her, she shouldn't be able to remember what happened." He said and nuzzled Jim's neck geni

Everything had seemed perfect when John last saw them. Sherlock actually seemed, oddly enough, happy. However, John had missed the fight that started all of the up coming trouble. Sherlock never told her about her brother, and when he did, she flipped out that he hadn't told her he'd been kidnapped by Jim. There was a yelling match, and Addaline had stormed out. This was a few hours ago, and John walked into 221B to the sound of Sherlock's sad sounding violin. "Oh lord... he mumbled, walking upstairs. Mrs. Hudson was on her way down and shook her head. "It's bad, John. I'm worried about him." She said, "And Addaline has gone missing... should I call Lestrade?"

John shook his head. "No, whatever happened, she probably just needs time to cool down. I'll go talk to him." John said and put his hand lightly on Mrs. Hudson's shoulder before going up to the apartment. He knocked on the door. "Sherlock? I'm coming in.."

Sherlock smoothed the bow over the strings. Every note was a tear in his eyes, slipping down the violin string of his face and dropping onto the music note of a floor. He was a selfish child, the man thought. Lestraud was working on it, he was trying his damnedest to find the boy and Sherlock just wanted to keep her in his arms. Is this what love does? Does it tear your heart into shreds after sewing it back together? He just wanted her in his arms... Just in his arms. They didn't have to move or talk. Just hold each other.... Why did he have to open his big, clever mouth?

"I should call Jameson and apologize..." Addaline mumbled as they sipped coffee in bed. "He's probably worried sick..."

Sherlock looked to the floor, a guilty look on his face. "... You can't..."

"Why?"

"... Addaline... He's been kidnapped by Moriarty.."

Her coffee cup hit the floor. ".. Wh-What?"

"Lestraud told me yesterday I just-"

"You knew!?"

Sherlock looked up at her. "Well.. Yes, but I didn't want you to-"

"YOU KNEW MY BROTHER WAS GONE AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!?" The betrayal and hurt was apparent in her eyes. Normally, this would have no affect on him, but with her... It hurt worse than a bullet in his throat. Choked on words and blood and not knowing if you could make a sound to make things better.

"Addaline! I didn't want you to panic! I just wanted you to be here with me!! You were angry at him and you would have just acted irrationally!"

"LIKE HELL I WOULD HAVE ACTED IRRATIONALLY!" Addaline slapped him hard on the cheek. "You fucking bastard! THAT'S MY BROTHER OUT THERE!" She grabbed her coat and stormed out.

"ADDALINE WAIT!" He reached a hand out, but she was gone...

Sherlock closed his eyes, more streams of tears sliding down his cheeks as he recalled that morning. Yes. He figured this is what love was. One minute, you're the happiest thing in the universe, and the next... Drinking a gallon of bleach seems logical. He tossed the violin on the couch and watched as his mind slip and his sobs choke and his tears hit the ground one by one by one. He didn't hear John. The waking world wasn't present in his mind.

John heard something being thrown, though he had no idea that it was the violin. No amount of preparing could prepare him for what he was about to see. He opened the door and looked in. He'd seen Sherlock cry, twice actually. Both times being fake, he could've figured it was. But he'd never seen him crying like this. John literally stood there for a moment, unknowing of what to do. Slowly, he walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Sherlock.. what happened?"

"She hasn't come back..." He mumbled, his hands over his eyes, shoulders hunched and entire form shaking. "I didn't mean to keep it from her.. I just didn't want her to get hurt.."

John shuffled slightly, now really unsure of what to do. He reached down and grabbed Sherlock by the elbow, hoisting him up. He at least got the collapsed detective to the red chair and sat him down. "I'll make you a cup of tea." he said after a few moments of watching him.

"The cup of tea can go to hell." Sherlock muttered, far more spiteful. He curled up on the chair. "I didn't even go after her. I didn't even try..."

John was about to walk into the kitchen, but stopped when Sherlock snapped. "Be patient, John." he had to encourage himself to keep his temper down. He sighed. "Sherlock, perhaps going after her isn't the best idea, especially if she needs time to cool off. And sitting around feeling sorry for yourself won't help solve anything."

"I'm not feeling sorry for myself. I'm feeling sorry for her. Because of my selfishness, she's in pain and off somewhere crying. How do I know she's crying? Because before she left, her tear ducts began to swell meaning she was holding back tears." He sighed against the chair.

"Sherlock-" John started, but his phone started going off. He fumbled with it a moment before answering. "Now's not a good time-" he was cut off again, and was silent for a moment, before hanging up. "It was Lestrade. He says he needs us down there now." he said, but was unsure if Sherlock would be up for it.

Maybe it was the need to do something else... Or maybe it was the unshakable bad feeling he was getting. He got up and grabbed his coat, still in his robe. "Lets go.."

John nodded, still in his own coat. He moved quickly, hailing a taxi. He told them to step on it, and they made it to New Scotland Yard in no time. John didn't tell Sherlock what was going on, though Lestrade warned him over the phone. Anderson was off in the corner, watching the video Lestrade asked him to, since he couldn't do it himself. He met John and Sherlock there, grabbing them by the arms. "My office. Now." he said and dragged them in, sitting them down. He gave Sherlock an odd look, not knowing about her and Sherlock, as he played the first video. It was Jim, holding Addaline by the hair. She was clearly unconcious. "Didn't I tell you Sherlock? And look what you did. You didn't listen, and now she's going to suffer for it. Don't bother coming to look for her, she's already gone." he said with a wide grin. "Call off the dogs, Sherlock. You've lost." he said, and the video ended.

Sherlock followed like a lump. He gave Anderson a quick glance, before looking at Lestraud. "Anderson is watching rape porn again." He muttered and sat on the chair. He looked up when he started the video. He eyes widened and he sat up straight, looking to be in complete disbelief. "... Wh-.."

"Sherlock, you need to not panic, I-" John began but was cut off by Sherlock getting up and screaming, grabbing the chair and hauling it out the window, shattering the glass. He raised his foot and Sparta kicked the TV onto the floor, yelling incoherently and flipping Lestraud's desk. Donovan and Anderson with ran in, speechless as the display Sherlock was giving, before the man fell to his knees and trembled.

John had no idea he would flip out that badly. Lestrade jumped back with a "woah!", barely missing the desk. When Sherlock collapsed, he looked at John incredulously. "What the hell was that about?!"

John went right over to Sherlock and put his hands on his shoulders. "Breathe, Sherlock. We'll find her." he said softly and looked up at Lestrade, shaking his head.

Anderson cleared his throat. "They said something about New Zealand, dropping her off there." he mumbled, a little afraid to really speak out. (Donovan being a bitch time?)

Sherlock looked broken against John, tears slipping quickly from his eyes.

"What the hell, freak?" Donovan asked, a weirded out look on her face. "She's not different from any other case we've-" But she was cut off as Sherlock got up and was right in her face. "Perhaps you don't understand because you're on your knees for thirty different men a week, but there's a little drug that I've been introduced to and she's the only one it works with. A little drug called love." He stormed out.

Lestrade was about to call her out, but Sherlock took care of it. When he stormed out, he looked at John. "Wait, did he just say?"

John sighed. "Yeah, he said it." he said and quickly walked off after Sherlock. "Hold on! We don't even know where in New Zealand she could be, Sherlock!"

"I have an assumption." Sherlock said, not even bothering to hail a cab. He just marched down the street and all the way back to 221B baker street, up to his flat and grabbed the laptop. He typed quickly into it, searching for 20 minutes before finding it. "There it is.."

John was having trouble keeping up with Sherlock's long strides. He took the steps two at a time behind Sherlock and followed closely behind. "What the hell are you going on about?"

"Her apartment in New Zealand. Though she hasn't answered her phone or texts, why wouldn't she-" He paused and picked up his phone, dialing Lestraud. "... What was Anderson watching.."

John sat down as he watched Sherlock. He took out his own phone and sent her a text just for the hell of it to see if she would answer him. Lestrade on the other line wasn't that stupid. "Seeing your reaction in the office, this is one case I can't let you on, Sherlock." He said. John looked down at his phone as it vibrated.

I don't want to talk... I'm alright... the drugs are finally wearing off.... I just don't know about anything anymore... Addaline answered. In all honesty, she was in her New Zealand tree home. When she'd gotten there, the pilot felt a pang of sympathy and dropped her on the doorstep of a hospital. She was told that they couldn't place what the drug was, but was able to tell her that she'd eventually secrete it. And she did. She was now just extremely unsure of everything, just like her brother wanted. Only problem was, she remembered, and that's one miscalculation her brother made.

"As god as my witness, Lestraud, if you do not tell me what the bloody hell he was watching, I swear to you I will never help you on any case ever again, and then you will continue to think things are serial suicides, you will continue to fall on your face when confronting the press, and you WILL continue to put the wrong man in jail. Am I clear?" Sherlock growled deep in his chest.

John looked up from his phone, then sent another text telling her Sherlock was losing it. He never got a reply back. Lestrade cleared his throat on the other line. There was the sound of shuffling, and what sounded like the blinds of his office being shut. He took a seat himself. "They sent a second video... of what they did to her. I started to watch it, but I couldn't continue it. She's too close of a friend. They used that stuff from Baskerville on her..." he said and realized he was beating around the bush, and knew Sherlock would call him out on it. "It's bad Sherlock. She was raped and beaten, and they made it look like you did it to her. She thinks it was you."

Sherlock listened quietly. On Lestraud's end, the silence was far too long to be comfortable. There was a thump and a thud, as if the phone hit the ground. John's voice sounded "Sherlock? Where are you going?" But no response. Just a slam of a door, and a hail for a taxi.

Lestrade shook his head and sighed, knowing it was a bad idea to tell him.

John quickly got up and followed after Sherlock, barely catching him as he jumped in the taxi, jumping in right after him. "Sherlock! Don't just go running off like that. I texted her." he said, wanting to tell him what she said, and to also know what Lestrade told Sherlock.

"She was raped." Sherlock said, impatient to get to the airport. "I let her walk out that door and then took her, beat her, and raped her." He said, staring out the window.

John looked surprised. "That's why she said she didn't want to talk about it. I texted her, to see if she'd answer. She said she didn't want to talk and was thinking. She hasn't answered me since." John said and looked at his phone, to see if he had gotten a message. There was none. "I hope she's really alright.. she said she was, but I don't know."

"I'm going to see her." Sherlock said firmly. "She needs to know that it wasn't me.... I'd never do that to her!"

"Sherlock, I know you wouldn't do that. However, she was under the influence of drugs... she's not so sure!" John said to him, worried about the results.

"Then I will use the science of deduction to prove it." Sherlock said, determined. He started typing on his phone, looking for the soonest flight to New Zealand.

John sighed and shook his head. "It's a good thing I'm with you to clean up the mess when she throws stuff at you." he said and stretched slightly in the car.

Sherlock nodded. ”Hopefully she'll listen to reason.... I miss her terribly.” he looked so sad, curling up on the seat.

John stopped his stretching and looked at Sherlock. ".. you really do love her, don't you." he said, staring at his best friend in disbelief.

The genius curled up more, trying to hide the tears that surfaced. He nodded lightly. "I've never known something like this... And now that I have it, I selfishly want it forever.."

John couldn't help but to smile slightly hearing what Sherlock was saying. He reached over with one arm and pulled the detective against his side since he looked as though he was going to cry. "Don't worry... we'll get her back."

"What if she doesn't come back? With emotional trauma like that, there's a 70 percent chance that the victim will shut down and and and.."

"Sherlock." John stopped him and shook his head. "We'll help her. We'll stay with her as long as it takes for her to come back with us. Okay?" He said, feeling odd to be the one comforting Sherlock, when it was Sherlock who was always the calm one.

"She won't let me near her at first. She'll throw the nearest thing at my head. I'm 99% sure it will be a paint bucket." He sighed as the arrived at the airport.

"What I'm worried about is the fact that she's licensed to have a gun." John said as they stopped. He got out first and waited for Sherlock to follow. He knew it was going to be a long plane ride. "Perhaps you should sleep when we get on the plane, Sherlock."

"Sleep is boring." Sherlock mutteredd spitefully. He couldn't sleep if he tried. "And I would gladly take a bullet if it meant she'd at least look at me."

"It won't come to that." John said as he got their tickets, leading him to the plane.

A few hours, and getting a wee bit lost...

Addaline sat on her couch, with a cup of tea on the table and a fire going in the fire place. She was staring at the phone in her lap, the last text from John staring her in the face. Sherlock is losing it... Somehow, that small little phrase sent fear going haywire through her, as her mind recalled what happened to her. However, it also seemed confused. Was that really him after all? She was still terrified of him, but why? She didn't actually SEE him do anything, she was blind folded. She only heard him, and even then the way he spoke didn't seem like Sherlock at all. She put her head in her hands and let out a sigh, just feeling tired and most irratically sore all over.

Sherlock approached the door. They climbed the ladder to the house, Sherlock Nearly falling. His heart pounded as he stared at it, not being able to bring his hand up and knock. "... She's going to shoot me."

John had been listening to him the whole plane ride. He loved Sherlock to death, but now he was just annoyed and wanted to get this thing over with. He nudged Sherlock over so he was out of the view of the door, before knocking and walking in. "Addaline, we need to talk."

Addaline jumped when someone opened her door, which was a painful thing to do. She looked over and noticed John, and she wasn't surprised when she saw the sudden look on his face when he actually saw her condition. The side of her face was reddened and bruising on the jaw, worse than Sherlock's had been. There were bruises everywhere, her neck, her arms, her legs. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. The worst of the bruising was near her diaphram and her chest, since she'd been hit so hard. She was worried about internal bleeding, but the doctors at the hospital said she was just really bruised, and gave her morphine for the pain, which she had yet to take. Yeah, she knew it was bad. "Let me guess, Sherlock is with you."

"How-"

"I can see his shoe." Addaline answered. Everything in her was screaming to get up off that couch and to hide, but she didn't move. It wasn't like she was frozen, she was making herself stay, so she could see his expression. Not only that, but it was really just too painful to move. She was going to read him like she'd never read anyone before. It was the only way she was really going to get the truth.

Sherlock swallowed back fear and nervousness, which was hard seeing as his throat had suddenly become to Sahara desert. He turned into the house, stepping in and forcing himself to look at her. But the eye contact was only held for a moment as fresh tears exploded to the surface and he fell against the wall. His mind was scanning her bruises and replaying the scene of what must have happened when she was raped. He quietly slid to the floor and stared down at it, uttering nothing but "I'm sorry.."

Addaline only needed those few seconds. He had no marks on his hands from what he would've had. The way he held himself wasn't his usual. She could tell that just by looking at him that he'd been crying even before. The man that did this to her wouldn't cry over it, that's for sure. It only concluded it when he broke down right in front of her.

John was about to kneel down next to him, but it was Addaline that got up and walked over. She was walking with a slight limp, not to make him feel worse or anything. She slowly knelt down in front of him and pulled him to her. "Shh, it's alright." she said softly. This was another test. She knew for sure it wasn't Sherlock that had beaten her and raped her. Feeling his body slightly against hers, she could still compare it to the other man, and it was nothing like it. Which meant..... her brother lied, and that rage she felt towards that showed on her face, though Sherlock couldn't see it.

Sherlock jolted lightly when she held him so gently. He was cautious and hesitant about it, but he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, nuzzling into her neck. He was visibly shaking and warm tears would wet the crook of her neck. "I-I'm so sorry.."

Addaline rubbed his back gently, and couldn't help but to chuckle softly. "It's alright Sherlock." She cooed. John looked down at her, a bit confused when she chuckled. "What's so funny?" He asked genuinely. Addaline looked up at him and managed a slight smile, though it hurt to do so. "Just thinking about how it should be me crying on his shoulder, rather than vice versa." She said, then nuzzled Sherlock's hair lightly so she wouldn't put too much pressure on her face.

"Do you need to cry on my shoulder?" Sherlock suddenly perked up and pulled her close. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be crying you're the one who's hurt..." He whimpered.

Addaline looked at him and was about to chuckle, but then he pulled her close to him. Even that sudden movement make her visually grimace. They hadn't seen how bad her abdomen and diaphram were. She knew both Sherlock and John would freak out.

John looked down at her. "Are you alright?" He asked with concern when her expression changed into one mixed of pain and embarrassment.

Sherlock let go quickly. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry!" He was panicking terribly. The brunette got up and gently helped her up and to her feet, leading her to the couch. "I'll make you tea, alright?"

Addaline nodded to John as Sherlock paniced. Addaline was grateful for the help up. "Thank you. My tea's cold, but I can make it if you like. I'm surprised you two were able to find this place."

"We got lost three times." John said and heeled as best as he could as well. "Would you like me to take a look?" He asked, meaning her abdomen.

Addaline shook her head. "Nah, already went to the hospital. Just internal and external bruising, but no bleeding and nothing broken."

"Nonono. You stay there. I'll make your tea." He hurried into the kitchen and looked around, placing his hands on the counter to steady himself. He took a few deep breathes, realizing he hadn't really breathed since he got there, and began making the tea.

As Addaline slowly lowered herself onto the couch, John sat down in the chair next to it and watched her with a frown. He looked over to see if he could see Sherlock, and noticed he couldn't. "He's been a mess since you've been gone."

Addaline let out her held breath as the made it down fully on the couch, leaning against the arm. "Yeah?" She questioned with a smirk. "Is it as bad as Lestrade was telling me? Flippin' tables?"

"Lestrade called you?" John asked.

"Of course he did. As soon as he got the second video. He called to make sure I wasn't dead or something. Made him worry since I didn't pick up, but I had passed out when they threw me in the van. Didn't wake up until I was being carried into the hospital by some doctors. I made sure to call him back and gave him as much detail as I could. You two had just left when I called him, I could hear the morons hitching about the mess in the background. I owe Donovan a punch to the mouth."

Sherlock's eyes were closed, listening carefully to them talk. He gave a sad smile and an empty chuckle, waiting for the water to boil. Once it did, he poured three cups and steeped the tea, putting it on a tray with milk and sugar before walking out. "I have to apologize to Lestraud about that... I made an unbelievable mess..."

Addaline looked over and smiled as best as she could. "I think he understands." she said with a light chuckle. She patted the part of the couch next to her, wanting him to sit with her. She actually wanted to lean against him, since he was more comfortable than the arm of the couch.

Sherlock walked over, his shaky hands nearly dropping the tray as he set it down and took a seat next to her. "I'm going to find them and end them, Addaline... I swear it."

Addaline moved slowly, shuffling so she could lean against him. She nuzzled his shoulder once she got situated. "Don't worry about it right now. I want to be fully functional so I can punch at least someone in the face."

Sherlock chuckled lightly and wrapped a nervous arm around her. "It will be well deserved... Your brother and I need to have a little chat as well.."

Addaline moved herself with a slight wince into his lap and curled up, since when he moved his arm it gave her enough room to move. She sighed once she got settled again and nuzzled his neck gently. "You and me both." she said softly.

John watched them quietly, drinking his tea just plain the way it was. He was relieved that Addaline wasn't trying to kill Sherlock.

Sherlock froze up a bit as she crawled onto his lap, then gently wrapped his arms around her, curling her into a cuddle.

Addaline was able to actually relax since waking up at the hospital. Her mind had been running in circles, trying to figure out what had happened, and had been stressing over everything since the drug wore off. The tea was meant to relax her, but it seemed at all she needed was to be in the real Sherlock's arms.

Sherlock's heart beat against her, it's thumbs pounding on his chest and against her back. He glanced up at John, still nervous.

Addaline was too tired to make a comment about Sherlock's heart rate. She closed her eyes and buried her face into his neck, letting out a soft sigh. "Thank you..." she said softly, thanking them both for coming to find her.

John put his fingers to his lips, signalling Sherlock that he should be quiet, since it seemed like she was falling asleep. That is, until she spoke. John's eyebrows pulled together in a confused expression.

Sherlock looked down at her as she spoke, not exactly knowing what to say. "... Why?" he asked softly.

"For coming to find me.." Addaline clarified, nuzzling his neck gently. "If you didn't.. I'm sure I'd still be afraid... but seeing you in person allowed me to deduct what happened for the most part." she explained, not opening her eyes. She felt like she could fall asleep, but she didn't want to. She wanted to just stay awake as long as she could, afraid of the nightmares that would come in her sleep.

Sherlock nodded lightly and pulled his coat around her, cuddling her tight. "I couldn't just leave you alone... I mean, I don't know what would have happened if I saw the second video in Lestraud's office..."

Addaline managed a small chuckle. "I can't imagine it either. I'm glad you didn't,otherwise, you might have gone on a hunting spree for who did this." she said honestly, letting out a content sigh as he wrapped his jacket around her, making her feel safe and warm.

"Oh I'm still going on a hunting spree. It was just delayed because I needed to see you first." He kissed the top of her head.

"What he means, is that its going to wait until you are well enough to travel." John corrected, clearing his throat.

"That's going to be at least a week, possibly more." Addaline said and nuzzled Sherlock's neck gently. "The bruising will keep me here until then. You won't see the worse of it." she added in case either of them asked.

"Then we shall wait until you are well and then I will not be responsible for what I do." He chuckled, kissing her temple. "Call Lestraud, John. Tell him to get Mycroft and try to find Moriarty. I have a suspicion."

Addaline smiled softly and nuzzled herself into his neck. John called up Lestraud and got up, walking into another be room to give them some space. Addaline nuzzled his neck with a sigh again. "Sherlock... I'm sorry about everything...." she spoke softly, feeling exhausted.

Sherlock gently shushed her and nuzzled her cheek. "You have nothing to apologize about... If anything, I'm sorry for not telling you... It wasn't my right."

Addaline was a bit surprised that he earnestly apologized. However, she still felt like it was her own fault. "I shouldn't have slapped you." she said and gently kissed his cheek. She'd slapped the one her brother punched, even though she knew it was still hurting, though he didn't admit it.

"You had every right." Sherlock gave her a sweet kiss on the temple. "Do you need anything at all? I can get you soup or something.."

Addaline shook her head. "I've got all I need." she said and nuzzled back into his neck gently. "All I need is you right now.." she mumbled and kissed his jaw gently.

Sherlock blushed lightly, but nuzzled his face back into her neck, sighing cnotently.

Addaline nuzzled his head gently and let out her own content sigh. Just to fall asleep in his arms, it would normally be a good thing. She, however, was scared of the nightmares she knew would come.

John came back and sat back down in the chair. "Lestrade said that Moriarty left the country. Mycroft has been looking as well, and they can't find where they went. No sign of Addaline's brother, either."

Sherlock looked up at him and nodded. He nuzzled Addaline again, and sighed. "I'm afraid that your brother is working with Moriarty.."

"Yeah, I figured that out.." Addaline muttered disdainfully. She sat up more straight with a wince. "Enough about that right now though. Food."

John couldn't help but to smile. "What were you thinking of?"

"Cheeseburgers." Addaline answered right off.

"I'll go get them." Sherlock smiled and kissed her cheek. "Where would you like them from? If I roam around long enough, I'm bound to find a restaurant.

Addaline looked up at him with a small frown. "Are you sure? I could always just cook them.." she said.

Sherlock got up carefully, trying not to move her to much. "No no no... You're still hurting. Stay right here." He kissed her forehead and nodded to John. "I'll call you when I get there." And with that, he walked out. It would take about a half an hour for Sherlock to find any civilization, but alas... That wouldn't have happened in the first place. As soon as he got into the thick foliage of the forest, Sherlock's head, clouded by the want to help his love, was slammed into a tree. It didn't knock him out, just dazed him long enough for a rag to be put over his mouth, the chemical on it causing an instant knock out.

When he woke again, the scene was unfamiliar. The light above his head was bright, making him squint in pain. He head flopped to his arm, where someone was injecting him with something. It was a low, controlled dose of LSD. "I told you you wouldn't hear the last of me, Sherlock Holmes.." A familiar voice said with a low drawl. Sherlock groaned lightly and tried looking up, only to have a leather gloved fist connect to his jaw. "Unnnhh...." "You should have stayed in London. Left her to wallow in her own thoughts.. Everything, everything could have been so perfect... But no, no, NO!" Jim yelled in the man's face. "You just had to find her... Why? Why Sherlock?" He lifted Holmes' chin. "Why'd you have to ruin the fun?"

Sherlock looked up at him, trying to focus his eyes. "... Because I love her..." He mumbled. Jim's lips twitched into an open mouthed smirk. "... You love her." He nodded in thought and stood up straight, dropping his chin. "Well then." Sherlock only processed that he had hit the ground as Moriarty lifted his foot and slammed it into his chest, knocking the wind out of the poor man. Sherlock's arms ached from the landing and he desperately tried to catch his breath.

"You know, that's why I'm doing this too. Love, I mean." Jim walked over, striding one foot in front of the other, then placing his heel on Holmes' shoulder, pressing down. Sherlock cried out in agony, trying to adjust the pain away. Jim responded by stepping on his other shoulder, placing all his weight on his heels. "It's too bad, Sherlock." He said over his screams. "She would have been better with out you, but you are just sooo selfish." He hopped off his shoulders and onto his stomach, knocking the wind out of him again and causing some blood to spatter on his lips. "Delilah." Jim called. "Take care of this and dispose of it." He waved his hands and stepped off, walking away, hands tucked neatly in his pockets. Delilah walked over and grabbed Sherlock by his legs and the legs of his chair, dragging him across the concrete floor to scrape the skin slowly off his arms. Once there was a decent blood trail, the muscled man lifted the other and, with a brute force, swung him around and around before letting go and letting him hit a wall. Delilah walked over, Sherlock at this point being unconscious, and untied him, tying the poor man up with chains to the ceiling. He placed a bucket underneath his feet and knelt down, taking his knife and pressed it between the arch and the heel. He twisted the blade, then pulled it out. He watched as the blood spilled, filling the small bucket about half way, Sherlock's already fair skin going paler. As soon as he was satisfied, he wrapped the foot and put away the bucket, undoing the chains and letting him crumple to the ground. He picked the man up and tossed him in a trash bag, leaving the warehouse to drop him in front of the hospital.

(Shame on me. That turned me on way too much.)

Addaline nodded to Sherlock as she watched him leave. She looked at John and let out a slow sigh. "I hope he doesn't get lost. You mentioned you got lost getting here."

John nodded. "Yeah, it was terrible really. He was a mess." he said and looked at his phone. It had been a few hours before Addaline got up suddenly. "I need to go find him." she said and John got up as well when he saw the grimmace on her face. "No, he'll be fine. Just, go take a shower or something. Calm down." John tried to reassure her. He was worried himself, but he knew Addaline was in no condition to go looking for the detective.

Addaline let out a sigh and nodded. "Let me know if anything comes up, alright?" she asked. When she got a nod, Addaline walked over to the bathroom. It had no windows, so she had to leave the door open a crack.

John not paying attention, looking over at the door and managed to get a glimpse of her as she took off her shirt. Before he looked away, his face red from embarassment, he'd noticed the bruising on her stomach. "Oh God... Sherlock is going to freak out when he sees that." he mumbled and went into the kitchen. He waited for a call, worried about his friend. "Where are you, Sherlock..." he mumbled.

(That was evil...)

The call from Sherlock never came... But a call from the hospital did. A woman was on the other line. "John Watson? Hello, I'm nurse Jane Trinket from Asperth Hospital... Sherlock Holmes was emitted for surgery. He kept mumbling your name and number.."

"He's what? What happened?!" John asked, then realized he was being loud and hoped Addaline hadn't heard him. "Surgery for what?" he asked quieter.

Addaline hadn't heard him. She was in the shower, letting the warm water flow over her. Even so, she felt cold, and there was a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Sherlock hadn't called. That wasn't like him, especially when John was involved. She let out a sigh and rested her forehead against the shower wall.

"We... We aren't exactly sure. Someone dropped him off at the front door in a trash bag... He has major blood loss, 14 broken ribs, a cracked sternum, internal bleeding and bruising, wrist fractures... There are a lot of other things as well.."

John had to sit. First Addaline, now this? "Oh my God... is he going to be alright?" John asked, afraid to hear the answer. "Is..." he couldn't even say is he going to die or not. He put hand over his face, rubbing his eyes. Oh God, how was he going to tell Addaline...?

Addaline finished her shower and wrapped a towel around herself, wincing as she brushed her abdomen. "Damn.." she hissed under her breath, looking at herself in the mirror. She had to wipe it first from the steam. She grimmaced at the condition she was in. "I'll kill him..." she said darkly, about her brother.

"We're just not sure." The woman spoke softly. "He's in the operation room right now, it will take a few hours... Can you be here then?"

"Y-yeah." John managed and put his hand over his mouth a moment, before nodding again. "We will be right on our way there." he said. When he hung up with the hospital, John stood up. "Now I know why Moriarty wasn't in England anymore..." he mumbled softly.

Addaline got changed into a pair of sweatpants and a loose top, to make sure she didn't put pressure on her wounds. She looked around her room for a moment, sensing someone else there. She knew it wasn't John. He would've had to go through the bathroom to get to her bedroom. She pulled her gun out from the dresser where she was, and aimed it at the closet. "Come out slowly." she ordered.

Her own brother came out, hands up. "Easy, Addy. I wanted to surprise you. I escaped from Moriarty." he said and went to continue, but she cocked her gun.

"I don't want to hear it, you bastard." Addaline growled deeply, aiming the gun right at his head. "You liar."

John ran his fingers through his hair and wlked over to Addaline's room. He opened the door. "Addy I-" He paused and stared.

Jameson looked over as John came in. "Oh, hello John." he said with a smile. He was still trying to play the innocent, not knowing fully that Addaline remembered. "Are you still mad about-"

"Stop the act." Addaline muttered darkly. "I know you are lieing to me. I remember everything." she took a step closer. "On your knees." she ordered, not taking the gun off her target. "John, get ready to handcuff him. The handcuffs are in the top drawer of my dresser."

John, confused as to what was happening, merely nodded and rushed over to the dresser, pulling out the cuffs.

"You can't be serious." Jameson said with a confused look. "Add-"

"Shut your whore mouth." Addaline snapped at him. "Don't you dare. I don't want to fucking hear it, Jameson. You lied to me, said Sherlock was the one attacking me. What, didn't think I would remember? How stupid are you? Really?"

Jameson's eyes narrowed slightly. Okay, so it didn't work out the way he planned, and now her gun was against his temple, and he figured she was pissed enough to pull the trigger. Putting his hands slowly behind his head, he got down on his knees. "I did it to protect you. Everything is to protect you."

"Are you shitting me right now?" Addaline said in disbelief.

John hurried over and put his hands behind his back, cuffing them. "You were the one who kidnapped her!?" He squeezed the cuffs tight around his wrists, pissed.

Jameson growled slightly when the cuffs were tightened. "Yeah, it was me." he grumbled as Addaline hoisted him up to his feet with the help of John. She didn't care about her pain, she was so pissed off. "That's not how you protect someone you care about, you fucking moron!" she yelled and cuffed his feet to the bed so he couldn't get up. "What did you do with Sherlock. I know you're behind him disappearing for so long." she glared.

"Heh. He's probably dieing on the operating table as we speak." Jameson said, his true colors showing immensely.

John looked at Addaline sadly. "They just called... He's in critical condition..." He mumbled.

"And oh does he look beautiful." Jim leaned against the door way, grinning widely. "Don't worry, Addy. If you saw him, I'm sure you'd orgasm right there."

Addaline looked over at Jim and her eyes narrowed. Ah, she knew he was alive. Her brother was a horrible liar. She aimed her gun at Jim this time, since Jameson was a bit tied up. "No concrete this time, mother fucker." she growled, the gun still cocked. "John shot you in the arm, I'll shoot you in the head."

Jameson looked up at her and glared. "Don't you dare harm him."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Why does it matter to me if he dies or not? Ah, because you don't care who YOU harm. Why should I?" she said coldly, not taking her eyes off of Jim.

Jim stared at her calmly. This wasn't the first time he had a gun pointed to his face. "I'm just here to pick up my boyfriend."

"You're boyfriend?" John stared. "Who's-" He looked at JAmeson. "... Seriously. Moriarty. Moriarty is your boyfriend?"

"Well, don't sound SO surprised." Jameson said with a rolling of his eyes.

Addaline stared at Jim. "Boyfriend. Hmm.. why should I let you have him after what you've done to me and Sherlock, hmm? He's not my real brother. I have no problem torturing him like you did to Sherlock. Get the picture?" she smirked. Even Jameson could tell her threat was fully real. She really would torture him.

Jim's eyes darkened slightly, pulling out a pistol from his side. He aimed it at john, then took out a remote. "This is one time where I don't mind getting my hands dirty... If you hurt Jameson, I'll shoot little John, and blow up the hospital. If Sherlock has any chance of living, it will be gone."

Addaline glared. "What, you just expect me to let him go? Come on now, Jim. Don't take me for a moron." she said. "I know you two won't give anything up, and will keep coming after us... so why don't I just finish it now?"

"Because you're like Sherlock. You like the challenge." Jameson answered simply. "You hate being bored, and this isn't boring, now is it?"

"Also, you love Sherlock and John dearly, don't you? Now why would you want their blood on your hands?" And with that, he shot John in the shoulder. Watson fell down in agony, screaming in pain. Jim lowered the gun to his head. "John knows how this works."

Addaline cursed under her breath and put her gun down on the bed, uncuffing her brother's leg at least. She glared darkly at him as he smirked and walked over to Jim. "Don't glare like that Addaline. This is all for your own good."

"Bite me." Addaline hissed at him, wanting nothing more than to kill them both. However, she wasn't going to risk John and Sherlock to do it.

Jim smirked and wrapped an arm around Jameson's waist, backing out of the house. "You might want to get John to the hospital. That looked like it hurt.' And with that, they left.

Addaline waited a moment, then rushed over to John's side and helped him up. "Today is just getting worse and worse." she said, helping to keep pressure on the wound as she helped him out.

John sucked in air through his teeth, trying to calm himself. "No, no. It's alright. I'm fine, just... We have to get to get to Sherlock. Come on, there's a car outside."

"John, don't play strong." Addaline scolded with a shake of her head as she helped him outside to the car. "That's the same shoulder that got shot in Afghanistan. I know that much." she said and helped him into the passenger seat. "I'm gonna make sure you're alright, then we will BOTH go see Sherlock."

"It's fine, Addy, really." John forced a smile. "Besides, if Sherlock saw me screaming in pain, he'd never let me live it down."

Addaline went right to the driver's seat and started up the car. Oh, she knew John hated her driving, but she didn't care. "We are making sure you're taken care of first." she repeated and her crazy driving began. She knew the hospital was a good two hours away, so she drove with her emergency blinkers going, passing people like a madwoman. It was a Jeep she was driving, mostly taking back roads to cut time. "We will both see Sherlock."

John clung to the side of the car, trying to bare through the pain as she swerved this way and that. "I think I should see him first, just so I can prepare you.,."

Addaline shook her head as she jumped on the highway, doing as fast as her Jeep would let her. "No. I want you to go with me. Together. I don't think either of us will be able to handle it by ourselves..."

John thought back to the first time Sherlock "died". It was true. He had no idea what to do with himself. "I suppose you're right.."

Addaline smiled softly and reached out, putting a hand on his knee. She was trying to figure out a way to get his mind off the pain in his shoulder. "So... uh, I never asked. How did your date with that waitress go?"

John looked over and chuckled. "Sherlock texted me and told me she was a lesbian and thought I was gay." He sighed fondly. "He was right, as usual."

Addaline managed a glance over at him. "John, I'm sorry. Geez. I said I wouldn't allow him to get involved." she said with a shake of her head. "He must've texted you when I wasn't paying attention." she grumbled slightly, but it was out of affection. "I need to make it up to you somehow.." she said. But how?

John took her hand and gave it a warm squeeze. "Don't you worry about it, Addaline. If anything, I had to thank him for it. She was going to try and set me up with her cousin." He chuckled.

Addaline looked at him with a raised brow, the idea suddenly hitting her. "What, not interested in cousins?" she asked with a wide grin, quickly putting her eyes back on the road.

John laughed lightly. "Well I would be if her cousin was straight and a female." He leaned back in the chair, still holding his shoulder.

Addaline smirked. "Ah. Well to make it up to you, I'll set up a date for you with MY cousin. She's straight AND a woman." Addaline suggested. "She follows your blog, actually."

”Very funny Addy. She probably likes Sherlock.” John smiled.

Addaline chuckled. "I dunno. She followed it even before Sherlock was on it." she said with a grin. "She'd murder me if she knew I told you that." she said with a chuckle. She pulled up to the hospital and threw it in park. She got out quickly and went over to his door, helping him out and being his crutch as she helped him walk in. Nurses came running when they saw the blood and how pale John was, making him sit in a wheelchair.

John's cheeks went pink, or as pink as they could get with the blood loss. He leaned on her, walking in and looking at the nurses. "I'm fine, really, I can get to the room." He tried to protest, but couldn't stop them from making him sit.

Addaline tried talking to nurses, but it didn't work all that well. She was getting frustrated, until a hand was put on her shoulder. "You'll do as she asks, Ma'am. John Watson will be treated in the same room that Sherlock Holmes is currently in." said a tired, but familiar voice.

As the nurse nodded and hurried off with John and the other nurses, Addaline looked over her shoulder. "Mycroft. When did you get here?"

"Just about an hour ago. Come, let's take the stairs and... discuss a few things." He said and started walking to the stairwell. "Sherlock is currently knocked out due to being medicated. Surgery was successful." he said.

John looked back at her, worried, but let himself be wheeled off. As they pulled him into the room, a curtain separated the two beds. He slowly got up and moved to the curtain. "Dr. Watson, you should lay-" "No. I need to see him." He pushed passed the curtain, his heart sinking and his body falling to his knees. Sherlock had a breathing tube in his throat and was on life support... His arms were completely bandaged and casted.

A doctor came in. "However, he will take quite a while to heal.. Up to 6 months."

They had just gotten up the stairs and almost to the room when the doctor stopped them. Addaline looked at the doctor and smiled. "Hello again." she greeted, since it was the same one that had helped her out. "Six months... is he-"

"He's in that bad of a condition. In fact, I would perfer if you don't go in there." Mycroft said as he looked down at her. "We need to find a place for you three to go, where it will be safe."

"Baker street. We are going back there." Addaline answered, and Mycroft looked like he was about to open his mouth. "Listen. Once Sherlock is healed enough to move, we are going back to Baker Street, and I am making it a safe house. No one will be able to get in without me, or my cousin noticing."

Mycroft raised a brow. "Your cousin."

"Yes. She is part of L.A.'s SWAT team. Nobody will get into Baker Street that she won't allow in there." Addaline answered.

The doctor looked carefully between them. "He'll be healed enough to move in 3 months, but his foot injury will give him a limp for at least 6." He looked up as they paged the doctor, saying there was a code blue. "I'll be back. Dr. Watson has seen Mr. Holmes it seems."

Addaline sighed and shook her head. "Damnit, I told him to wait until I got there." she muttered under her breath as she followed Mycroft to the room.

The nurses were busy trying to get John onto the bed next to Sherlock. Addaline felt her blood run cold when she saw him in that hospital bed. She swallowed back her stomach as it tried to make her sick with guilt. She needed to be strong for both Sherlock and John. She went to John and shook her head. "Stop being stubborn and let them help you." she scolded lightly.

Mycroft was amazed that she could even manage the situation. He figured putting his dislike for her to the side was a must, considering the situation and how he hated to get his hands dirty.

Johntrembled as they finally got him on the bed. There were tears in his eyes as he looked up at her, seeming like a broken man. "Th-this isn't like last time, Addaline... He-... He can't fake that!" He choked, lying back. "He's my friend..."

Addaline took his hand gently as the nurses cut off his shirt to get his shoulder. "I know. He'll be alright, though. We'll make sure of it. Just relax, okay? I'll watch both of you." she spoke softly, trying to get him calmed down. She was feeling the same way he was, but she was trying to be of comfort to him.

"All three of you are a mess. It seems I'll have to stay longer than I thought." Mycroft said.

"Stop bitching." Addaline snapped at him. "Call my cousin. Have her meet us here so she can help." she said, then decided to add, "I'm going to be here a while... go get me a cheeseburger." she said, and the glare shut him up when he went to argue, walking out with a "Fine" and a grumbling under his breath.

John watched them talk, flinching as they worked on him. He chuckled as Mycroft left. "I've only really seen Sherlock talk to him like that.."

Addaline pulled up a chair in between John's and Sherlock's bed, taking a quick glance at Sherlock as she did. She still felt ill, but she didn't speak up about it. "Yeah, well... someone has to do it. The guy is a jerk." she said with a shake of her head, watching as they set him up to an IV, a blood bag, and as they sewed him up. Luckily the bullet was a through and through. "He's right though... we're a mess."

John reached out with his free hand and held hers. "Yup... A big mess. A trio of the biggest misfits I've ever seen... I think that makes us perfect." He smiled warmly.

Addaline reflected his smile back at him, knowing the drugs they just put into him would make him tired in no time. "I agree." she said whole-heartedly and looked over her shoulder at Sherlock. John couldn't see her face, but he could feel her hands tighten slightly on his.

John caressed the back of her hand and tried to fight the meds. "If he wakes up, wake me up, okay?"

Addaline nodded, this time not being able to take her eyes off of Sherlock. "I will." she said, making herself look away and to look at John. She smiled slightly. "You need to get some rest too."

John nodded and slowly drifted off. The clock ticked by and before they new it, it was 7 at night. Sherlock's eyes fluttered a little and he looked around groggily, groaning softly as he moved.

Addaline leaned over and kissed John's temple gently and then moved to Sherlock's bed. She had moved his hair gently from his forehead and kissed it gently, muttering a soft I love you. She hadn't noticed the hours going by. Mycroft had come back with her cheeseburger, and news that her cousin was already on her way to England to get everything set up at Baker street. She was reading a book when Sherlock started waking up. She heard him and snapped to attention, sitting up. "Sherlock."

Sherlock coughed lightly, the nurses had taken out the breathing tube. He looked at her and managed a smile. "You're okay.."

Addaline nodded and smiled softly. "Doc gave me a little bit of morphine for my own pain. John is still asleep. Moriarty shot him in the shoulder, but he'll be fine." Addaline said and gently cupped his cheek, running her thumb gently over his cheekbone. "Mycroft was here... left maybe an hour ago."

Sherlock closed his eyes, flinching at her hand and sighing lightly in content pain. "I'm glad... Did Moriarty get away? And what of your brother?"

"Yeah, they both got away, together." Addaline said with a shake of her head. She felt him flinch and pulled back her hand slightly with a worried look on her face. "They're... a couple I guess." she said after a moment of just watching him.

Sherlock stared and her and gave a hoarse laugh. "... I'm not suprised.."

Addaline smiled softly. "I was." she said honestly and went to John's bed, nudging him slightly, making sure she wasn't hurting his now even worse than before shoulder. "John, Sherlock is awake." she said, but didn't know if he'd wake up or not.

He snorted awake and sat up, grunting in pain. He looked over. "Sherlock! You're awake, are you alright!?" He tried getting up, flinching again. Sherlock chuckled painfully and managed a wave. "Hello John."

Addaline smiled in between the two and chuckled. "Don't try getting up, either of you. You've got 3 months in here before you're ready to go back to England, Sherlock." Addaline pointed out. "And John, they want to keep you in here for at least a week with that gunshot wound."

"The gun shot wound is fine. I've spent enough time in hospitals.." He muttered with a smile and made his way over to Sherlock. Sherlock looked between them, reading their faces. "Good god, I look terrible, don't I?"

Addaline shook her head as he walked over, giving him a light glare to show her disapproval. She looked back at Sherlock when he asked and nodded with a managed smile. "You do. When we first came in, they had a tube down your throat." she said and leaned over, kissing his temple as gently as she could manage.

"So that's why my throat hurts.." He coughed a bit more and looked around. "... I want my cigarettes..." "No, Sherlock. You're in a hospital." "Oh come on, I'm all bruised and in shock. I have a blanket... Can I please?"

Addaline shook her head. "No. You've got oxygen in your nose." Addaline said with a chuckle. "Besides, don't your lungs hurt enough already? I mean, you did have, what did they say, like four broken ribs." she said and nuzzled his temple gently.

"Four? That seems like an odd-" Sherlock began. "Fourteen." John interrupted. "Ah. That seems far more accurate... However, cigarettes would make me feel better." He smirked

Addaline rolled her eyes and smiled. "Tell ya what. When you're out of here, you can have a cigarette." she said and looked at John with a smirk. "By the way, my cousin is already at Baker Street. Can't wait till you meet her."

"Ugh. Too long." he mumbled, trying to adjust himself. He glanced at her, then at John. "Cousin?"

John blushed a little and rolled his eyes. "She's trying to set me up with her cousin."

Addaline smiled softly as John blushed. When Sherlock tried adjusting himself, Addaline looked back down at him. "Would you like help? What would you like done?" she asked and leaned down, kissing his forehead gently. "And don't act like you don't like it, John. Besides, I feel it's the least I can do."

"I just want to sit up.." Sherlock lifted his arm and found the button, pressing it and letting the bed sit him straight. "I'm just worried, Addaline." John said. "Most women don't like me."

Addaline smiled softly at John. "Well, you won't know unless you try." she said and looked to Sherlock again. "Like I said, she's at Baker Street now, getting it ready for our return. The doctor said you'd be able to leave in three months, but you won't be fully healed for another 6 months."

John chuckled. "I'll try..." Sherlock looked at her and nodded. "I promise to stay out of this one, John." "Hah. Very funny." John rolled his eyes. "I'm serious." Sherlock responded sternly. "You could have tried to stop Addaline and I, but you wanted me happy... I think it's about time I do the same."

Addaline looked relatively surprised as well. "Really? You're not going to get involved?" she asked with a smile as she sat down in her chair next to Sherlock's bed. God knew she was tired, but she was watching over John and Sherlock, so she fought off sleep. It was showing with the dark circles under her eyes. "I hope you two will like her. She's really nice. Especially you, John, since like I said earlier, she's been following your blog even before you knew Sherlock."

Sherlock quirked an eyebrow. "Why are you so surprised? He reached a shaky arm out and pulled her to lay down enxt to him. "You need sleep." "You do, Addy..." John remarked. "You've been watching us all night."

"Well, I promised the first time you wouldn't get involved, and somehow you managed to do it any-" she stopped talking and got up when he started pulling her, expecting him to be needing help with something. However, when he pulled her down next to him, she gave a light squeak. "But Sherlock... you're hurt already and I don't want to hurt you more." she whimpered.

Sherlock shrugged and cuddled her, ignoring the pain. "I want to cuddle." John chuckled. "I'm going to get a nurse to get drinks.. Want anything?" "I can't have alcohol yet, right?" "Yes." "Yes as i-" "No, you can't have it, Sherlock. " Oh alright... Applejuice."

Addaline looked worried, but she didn't want to upset him either. She nuzzled him gently, and couldn't help but to laugh as him and Sherlock exchanged in their conversation. "I'm alright right now." she said with a soft smile to John. "Thank you, though." (Cousin is going to be sitting outside the room, drinking a coffee. Yup.)

John nodded and stepped out of the room, holding his shoulder. He noticed a woman sitting in front of their room and looked around. "Hello." He said after a bit.

Sherlock nuzzled her neck and smiled warmly. "You're warm.."

Jayme looked up from her book that she was reading, her coffee still in her hand. She didn't know it was John, since he never put a picture of himself up on his blog. The only picture ever on there was of Sherlock. "Oh! Hello." she stood up and looked at the door. She was short like he was, about an inch shorter than him. "This may be a bit wierd, but Addaline Wright wouldn't happen to be in there, would she?" she asked. Her accent was clearly American, and some people looked over, since Americans weren't all that many in that area of New Zealand. "I got lost, and was told by police at her house that I could find her here. I figured she'd be in with Sherlock and John." she smiled.

Addaline smiled softly and nuzzled him ever so gently. She could see from the tension in his face that he was in pain, and it worried her. "Of course I am. I'm still wearing your jacket." she said with a light laugh. No one had noticed that she had grabbed it before bringing John to the hospital.

Thanks to the time of being with Sherlock, John deduced that she was Addaline's cousin. "Ah, yes. You must be her cousin. I'm John Watson." He held out a hand. "Addaline is in there with him."

"That jacket is pretty warm." Sherlock chuckled and nuzzled her neck slowly. "Sorry you have to see me in such a contition.."

You would've think Jesus stepped out in front of her by the way Jayme's face lit up. She shook his hand. "You're John?! It's nice to finally meet you! I've been following your blog." she said quickly, and obviously excited.

Addaline couldn't stop a light blush from forming on her cheeks since her neck was sensitive and all. Flashbacks happened, however, and she went pale. She shook her head and forced a smile. "It's alright. Makes my condition look like a walk in the park."

John was a tad surprised by the amount of excitement. He chuckled lightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you to.. What is your name?"

Sherlock noticed the color sink from her skin and immediately stopped. "I'm sorry... And No, it doesn't... Moriarty merely attacked my body. I'll heal from this... But he went after you mentally.."

Addaline had no retort, since he was completely right. She let out a sigh and nuzzled his shoulder. "I'll be alright." she said and managed a smile. She had no idea that her cousin was outside, or was even in New Zealand for that matter. Mycroft's revenge for making him her errand boy.

"Jayme Scallifer." she said, and couldn't remove the smile from her face. "How is Sherlock doing? I heard from his brother that he's in pretty bad condition." she said. That did it, the smile slowly melted, and she looked concerned. "He said you'd been shot as well, but you're already up and moving."

Sherlock gently wrapped his arms around her. "I will be there every step of the way for you..." He kissed her forehead.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." He kissed the back of her hand, then looked back at the door. "He's pretty beat up, but.. well. I doubt that's going to stop him from being alright." he chuckled. "I got shot before, this is nothing."

Addaline closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh. "Good. It's going to be difficult, just to warn you." she mumbled softly. Closed eyes, they didn't want to open back up. That's how she knew how tired she was.

Jayme blushed when he kissed the back of her hand. She didn't look it now, because she wasn't in uniform, but most men shied away from her, since she was part of S.W.A.T., and was known for being one of the first in, and the last out. She was wearing just a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt, with dirty old sneakers, as if she were going to Wal-mart or something. Nothing fancy. "Getting shot is nothing." she repeated and couldn't stop a smirk from forming. "You really are a trooper."

He kissed the top of her head. "I have patience... Now go to sleep, please Addaline."

John knew from Addaline that she was a force to be reckoned with, so he still wanted to treat her with the respect. He smiled and shook his head with a chuckle. "Thank you."

Addaline nodded slightly and carefully nuzzled into his neck, being gentle as she got comfortable against him. She didn't want to hurt him, and his body was so battered, she had no idea where she could rest her arm. She just kept it at an awkward angle, since the morphine allowed her not to really feel her own bruises.

Jayme looked at the door and smiled. "So, were you going somewhere? Would you like any help?" she asked, figuring he was off on an errand or something, since he should've been in bed resting.

Sherlock allowed her to get cozy and closed his eyes. He was completely numb from the medication, so he quickly drifted back to sleep.

"Ah, yes. I was just going to get a coffee and a juice for Sherlock. I don't need help, but you can join me if you'd like." He smiled sweetly, offering his arm.

Jayme nodded and smiled softly. "It's better than sitting out here until Addaline decides to leave, so I can bring her back to her house." she said and took his arm lightly. "She's probably not gonna leave until he's out for good." she said with a shrug and a chuckle.

A nurse walked by them both and looked in the room to check on Sherlock. She saw the two of them sleeping and shook her head with a smile. She grabbed an extra blanket and carefully put it over them, before making sure the lights were turned off.

"Most likely not." John chuckled and led her towards the cafeteria. "They haven't known each other for a week and already they are inseparable. It's so sweet it's sickening."

"I thought she would get attatched easily." Jayme said with a shake of her head. "Addaline has been crushing on him since I showed her your blog." she said and smiled fondly. "It's nice to see actually. She's always been kind of a downer, ever since she lost that guy in highschool. It got worse after she was shot." she said with a shake of her head. "I was always trying to get her out, but she just wouldn't. Stayed at home, or went to work. One of the two."

John gave a sympathetic smile and chuckled, looking back down at the floor. "Seems like Sherlock changes more lives than he'd like to realize." He grabbed a cup and poured himself some coffee. "And what of you? Addaline tells me you're part of the SWAT?"

Jayme nodded and when he was done pouring himself some coffee, she got some more herself in her own cup. "Yeah, I'm on a bit of a vacation right now. With Addy moving to England, I was thinking of joining her, especially since now everything is going down with the two morons that are after you guys." she said and took a sip of the black brew. "I checked with the land lady, Mrs. Hudson. She said 221C is available. I just need to get a transfer of some sort."

John seemed to perk up a bit. "A transfer? I'm sure Mycroft could pull some strings if we asked him to."

Jayme smirked. "Ah, him. He's all cheery, ain't he?" she said with a roll of her eyes. "Addy must've been driving him nuts. When he brought me here, he seemed a bit pissy."

John chuckled lightly and grabbed an apple juice. "He's not use to people ordering him around. But he'll get over it."

"So, do they have anything like SWAT out there in England? I've only been once, and that was just a few hours ago. Didn't really get to see much, since I have been getting Baker Street all set up." Jayme asked, smiling at him. It was nice to be talking to him in person, rather than through blogging and comments as AstrophSyndicate.

"They do. I was never part of it, but they do. You'd probably be high on their wish list." He smiled sweetly and led her back towards the room.

"Hah. Addy really has said a lot about me, huh." Jayme said with a shake of her head. She had no idea about Addaline's plan to hook them up, and if she did, she would've instantly gone into Irish blush mode.

John nodded. "That she did. She seems to be pretty fond of you... Which is more than I can say for her brother."

Jayme rolled her eyes. "Don't get me started on him. He may be my cousin also, but I still hate him. Never got along with him." she said and shook her head. "He's an ass, and acts more like Addaline's jealous lover than a brother." she said. She didn't even know that Addaline was adopted.

John shook his head and chuckled at the comment. "He says he did it all to protect her, but... I don't see how that's protecting her at all. He's not all there in my opinion."

Jayme looked at John. "Seriously? He said that?" she said and shook her head. "Bastard..." she grumbled. "For his own sake, he better not come anywhere near her while I'm around."

John nodded. "He did." he chuckled lightly. "You two seem like you'd be siblings more than him and her."

Jayme sighed and sipped her coffee. "I've always been close to Addaline. She's the sister I never had." she said. "I'm an only child, and Addaline has always been there for me, even though we live on the opposite sides of the states."

John smiled sympathetically. "I'm glad you both have each other. She's a very sweet girl, and you seem pretty fantastic yourself."

Jayme blushed. "You're pretty awesome too, you know. You're strong for what you've been through.. God I feel like a stalker or something." she said with a slight laugh.

John laughed lightly. "Naah. You read the blog, that's not stalking... But thank you."

Jayme grinned from ear to ear. "I'm glad you don't think it's stalking at least. That makes me feel all that much better." she said.

John laughed lightly and opened the door. He noticed the two were sleeping and crept in, placing the juice on the side table and sneaking back out.

Jayme was about to follow him in when he came back, bumping into him slightly. She stepped back and when he shut the door, she smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. They asleep?"

He meeped when they bumped into each other. "No, no I'm sorry... Yes, they're all snuggled up and snoozing."

Jayme smiled and chuckled. "Ah, well that's a good thing I suppose." she said and looked at her coffee. "Hmm.. coffee is cold.. wanna go out for a hot cup? If you're up for it I mean, being shot and all that."

"Oh god yes." John chuckled. "I hate hospitals..."

Jayme smiled and held out her arm to him. "Agreed. They smell of the old and the dead."

He nods and took her arm, leading her out. "I'm not sure what's good around here. Never been to New zealand."

"Hey, neither have I. Let's get lost." Jayme said with a grin. "The best things happen when you're lost, and not caring where you're going."


"It's going to be an adventure." John smiled and led her out. He looked around the busy area. "Mmm.."

Jayme dug into her pocket and pulled out a quarter. "Heads, we go right. Tails, we go left."

”Alright.” John looked both ways, then down at her hand.

Jayme tossed the coin up and caught it in her palm, smacking it on the back of her hand. "It is.." she revealed it, "Tails." she said and put it in her pocket, taking his hand and leading him to the left. "Alright." she said with a grin. She had no idea where this way would take them.

John blushed lightly at their hands and followed quietly. He looked around. "It really is beautiful here.."

Jayme looked around at the scenery, since they were in the woodsy and field like part of the country. "Yeah, I see why Addaline wanted to move here for quite some time." she said and chuckled. "Me, I perfer beaches rather than woods."

"I guess California was your dream place then?" John smiled, lacing their fingers together abesntmindedly.

"Any beach is my dream place, whether it be California, England, here, or anywhere. Sand and water are my favorite things." Jayme said with a fond smile. "That's it! We should go to the beach."

He smiled warmly. "That sounds fantastic... Coffee first, beach after?" He sugegested.

"Coffee first." Jayme agreed and chuckled. "Just finding a coffee shop is the fun part, and it seems like you may need a new shirt." she grinned. When he had gotten in the hospital, they had cut his shirt, so he was now shirtless with his shoulder wrapped up. "You know, no shoes no shirt no service thing."

John looked down at himself, having not realized it. His cheeks and ears went red. "O-Oh I um..."

Jayme chuckled and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's alright. You've been getting quite a few looks actually. I'm surprised you haven't noticed them." she said and led him to an open air shirt selling place. They had mostly t-shirts, but it was better than nothing for the poor Brit.

"I don't really notice things. That's Sherlock's department." He mumbled and picked out a plain grey shirt, paying for it and slipping it on.

"You figured who I was pretty quick." Jayme pointed out with a smile. The shirt fit him nicely, and there was still plenty to admire. She knew an attractive guy when she saw one, even though she had never had a boyfriend.

"Yes, but that was easy. I mean, you're American and we were just talking about you." he chuckled.

Jayme took his arm lightly and chuckled, leading him now towards the coffee shop she'd seen when she passed through town. "You were talking about me? How so?" she asked.

"Indeed. She said you've been watching my blog and was going to "set up Baker street for us". I'm still not quite sure what that means." He chuckled, walking into the shop.

"Ah, and I've already completed it really." Jayme said with a grin and pulled out her smart phone, going into an app. Cameras showing Baker Street showed up. "I swept it of any bugs. Found quite a lot of them and destroyed them. Then, I set up these cameras, so we can all keep an eye on Mrs. Hudson and Baker Street. I like her, she's a nice lady." she said and started pointing out certain areas. "There is a gun hidden in each of these spots, in case someone... unwelcomed... comes in again."

John looked at the phone, his eyebrows high in surprise. "Fantastic!"

Jayme blushed lightly and chuckled. "I couldn't think of anything else to do. Oh, and Jericho is on guard duty. Mrs. Hudson has him in her apartment, feeding him all sorts of things." she said with a grin.

John smiled warmly ad chuckled. "He's going to be a chubby little thing when we get back.."

Jayme grinned and took his arm as they walked into the coffee shop. "I hope not... Addaline would be a little irritated with that, especially being all sore and not able to take him out." she said and blushed when she realized how close she was to him.

John didn't mind the closeness. He also didn't exactly notice. "I'll take him out for her if she needs me too." He looked over the menu. "Oo... Fancy."

Jayme chuckled. "So many fancy names... it's just coffee." she said and looked over his good shoulder at the menu. "Do you want to drink it here or to go?" she asked.

"Either or. I think it would be nice to sit down since the beach is right there." He smiled, ordering a black coffee.

Jayme smiled and nodded. "Sounds good." she agreed. She herself ordered a mocha coffee, but didn't add sugar or milk, besides what was already added. It wasn't all that sweet, but it did have a chocolate-y flavor to it. She looked around at the tables, and found one by the window, where the sun was shining down. "This one is perfect." she grinned, sitting down.

John paid for both of them and walked over to the table, pulling out the seat for her. "Yes it is. It has a great view of everythin."

Jayme blushed but smiled and gave a small "Thank you" to him as he pulled out her seat for her. She chuckled and looked out the window, taking a sip of her coffee. "You know, if I didn't know any better, which I may not... I'd think this was a date." she said with a clever smile.

John blushed lightly and shrugged, clearing his throat a bit. "It's what ever you'd like it to be, I mean I wouldn't just force a date upon you."

Jayme kept her smile in place. "Well, I wouldn't have suggested it if I weren't okay with it. What do you say, Doctor Watson?"

"It sounds like this is the most fun date I've been on." He smiled warmly, taking her hand.

Jayme grinned widely and took a sip of coffee. "You must've not been on many good ones then." she said with a chuckle. "I remember your blog, about the blind banker. That date seemed like it was interesting. You know, getting kidnapped and such."

"Yeaah... It probably would have gone better, had Sherlock actually left me be." He shook his head.

"Ah, but you even admitted in your last blog post, that without Sherlock, you wouldn't be better off like you are." Jayme said with a soft smile. "From what I've read in your blog, he's helped make you better, and actually happier."

"He does..." John thought about it. "He makes sure I eat and am healthy... As obnoxious as he can be, he's a very good friend."

Jayme smiled and took his hand lightly. "See? I'm glad he's taking good care of you."

John smiled and gave her hand a gentle squeeze and smiled. "He said he'd actually leave me alone with you."

Jayme's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Wow, really?" she said with a smile. "I suppose that makes me lucky then, huh."

"It's probably cause he found someone now that he realizes how special one woman can really be." John said with a sweet smile.

Jayme couldn't stop a light blush from forming on her cheeks when he smiled so sweetly. She smiled too however. "I'm glad Addy could help him see that." she said, completely forgetting that they were still holding hands. It was warm, and strong.

There were so many thoughts floating in John's head. Weddings, a baby, a life together- Stop. He needed to stop that. He caressed the back of her hand with his thumb. "I'm glad too. He needed someone."

Jayme wasn't like Addaline and Sherlock. She had no idea the thoughts going on in his head. She smiled warmly. "I agree, and now you get your chance as well, since he isn't getting involved."

"And I have a chance with a fantastic person." He kissed the back of her hand.

Jayme's face turned red, and she did a small giggle, which did nothing to stop her heart from racing. "I'm not used to the whole dating thing... I've honestly never had a boyfriend or anything."

"Really?" John was shocked. "I thought you'd be beating off guys with a stick. I mean.. You're positively gorgeous."

Jayme smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, no... no sticks... and looks have nothing to do with anything." she said. "I concentrated on my job, to the point where I was, or as people argue, am the best. However, most men don't find it attractive when a woman handles a gun better than them, or can pin them in wrestling, even when they're trying."

John nodded and chuckled. "Some guys are too masculine for their own good. Though I'm curious to see if you can pin me down." He smirked.

Jayme looked him up and down for a moment, in a way that could've looked like it was sexual, or just simply studying. "I'm sure I could." she grinned, beaming with confidence.

"I'm sure you could too. Still want to try it out." He was glad his flirting wasn't immediately shut down. He took a sip of coffee. "I mean, I did have military training."

"Mmm, that'll help." Jayme smirked, "But not for long." she said and chuckled. "We'll just have to find the right place to do it. Any suggestions?"

"We could move some things in the flat when we get back to London?" He suggested. "Sherlock will deal with moving his things."

Jayme nodded and chuckled. "I'll hold you to it. This is happening." she smiled warmly. "I'm sure Addaline will help him, since he won't be able to walk very well even after we get back to London. Healing will take six months, but I've seen injuries like that, it takes a good year or two for people to walk right after."

"I'm looking forward to it." He chuckled and nodded. "Addaline is good woman. It takes a certain kind of person to look after Sherlock... Especially since he's going to be so very bored.

"Ah right. Shooting walls and harpooning pigs." Jayme nodded and chuckled. "She's gonna keep him busy. She loves to go out and do stuff, or come up with odd things to do, like using someone as a human canvas and painting on them. I've been her guniea pig for that."

John nodded. "And taking the tube home." He paused and blanked out, staring at her as he imagineed it. Oh did his face turn red.

Jayme could at least figure out what he was thinking about. "Yeah, it was interesting to say the least." she smirked. "Like what you're imagining?" she asked.

John snapped back into reality and looked at the table, embarrassed. "I-I'm so sorry. I just. Um. Imagined you with Starry Night painting on you and um..."

Jayme chuckled and took his hand again. "It's alright, nothing to be embarrassed about." she grinned. "She actually painted Claude Monet."

Annnnd red his face went again. He just imagined the perfectly placed lillies and- No. Stop that. He shook his head. "She must be very good."

Jayme smiled as she laughed lightly as his face went red again. "She is. Very good actually. I've told her to get a job with art, but she claims it's more of a hobby than anything."

He smile and nodded. "Maybe she should make it a profitable hobby. Like sell some of her work or something."

"I keep telling her that, but she doesn't." Jayme said with a shake of her head. "Perhaps Sherlock can talk her into it, but who knows. I'm just glad she found a job singing. I know she loves to do that." she smiled fondly.

"If Sherlock can't talk her into it, I don't know who can." He chuckled and leaned on his hand. "And you? What are you hidden talents?"

Jayme looked like she was about to answer, but stopped and pursed her lips, looking a bit like she was thinking. "... I suppose I'm good with swimming..." she said, "And fishing..."

He smiled and watched her. "And? What else?"

Jayme shrugged. "That's all I can think of really, at least talents that don't have to do with my job." she smiled quirkly. "And what about you?"

John chuckled and shrugged. "We'll find more things eventually." He thought about it. "I'm good at gambling... Thats about it."

"Oh! I'm good luck for others, but when it comes to playing myself, I never win." Jayme said with a nod. "Addaline brought me to Vegas once, and she always had me blow on her dice. She won a ton of cash that night. I think she still has it saved."

"Las Vegas? Oh I've always wanted to go!" John said excitedly. "It sounds so glamorous.. Though I've heard a couple horror stories."

"It's true what they say. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Jayme said with a grin. "We should go sometime."

"Something tells me I don't want to know what happens in Vegas." He laughed and finished his coffee. "That would be fantastic. I'm pretty sure Sherlock would panic."

"With all the people there drunk and having a good time? Oh God yes." Jayme said and laughed with him. "I'm sure we'd have to drag him with us. Or, Addy would have to coax him."

"I imagine him hiding in a hotel room until we were going to leave." He chuckled.

"Oh no. He won't get away with that." Jayme grinned devilishly.

John smirked. "He'll hate us for at least 2 weeks."

Jayme gave a small shrug and finished her coffee. "Eh, he'll get over it." she said and stood up with an aloof grin. "To the beach then."

John got up and offered her his arm. "To the beach."

Jayme took his arm and smiled, walking outside with him. It was about one in the afternoon, and the sun was shining bright. "I'm glad I wore a t-shirt today." she grinned, though she was regretting wearing long jeans.

John nodded and leaned down, flinching his he rolled up his pantlegs. "It's a very lovely day... I wonder if it's always like this here."

Jayme felt him flinch and looked at him with concern. She would've offered to help, but he had already finished. "I have no idea. It's my first time being here myself."

"I'll have to ask Addy." He laced his fingers with her and took off his shoes, walking onto the warm sand.

While still holding his hand, Jayme balanced herself to at least take off her shoes. She knew her jeans wouldn't stay rolled up very well, so she didn't bother with them. She looked out at the waves of the ocean and gave a sigh. "Man, I wish I had my bathing suit. I would be surfing right now." she said with a fond smile. "Oh! One of my hidden talents I forgot to mention."

"Surfing? That sounds fun." He smiled and knelt down, rolling up her pantlegs for her. He blushed when he realized he was touching her legs. "Sorry, didn't mean to be awkward.."

He could've easily felt how smooth and finely toned and muscular her legs were. Her face turned red when he did that for her. "It's alright." she said and smiled. "Do you know how to surf?" she asked.

"Me? No. But I can boogyboard like a pro." He grinned dorkily and hopped to his feet, holding her hand again and leading her along the sand.

"Oh man, I'm gonna have to teach you before we leave back for London." Jayme grinned as she walked with him, walking close to his side. "Once your shoulder is better, of course."

"It's a date then." He smiled brightly, leading her close to the water's edge. As they walked, he noticed that people were getting more and more.. Naked. "Um.."

Jayme looked around as well, and it was to the point where they were the only ones wearing clothes. "Well, looks like we've stumbled upon a nude beach." she grinned widely. She'd been to the few in California on her days off, to get an even tan.

John's eyes immediately hit the floor, blushing furiously. "Oh-Oh my. Um. Should we head back?"

"It's up to you really. I don't mind nude beaches... but we'd probably have to strip down as well if we stay. Again, it's up to you and what you want to do." Jayme smiled softly and hugged his arm to reassure him. She really wasn't shy either way.

"I don't usually walk around naked in public. Could I walk around in my skivvies?" He asked.

Jayme tried to not laugh at the name for it. "Yeah, I'm sure that's fine." she said with a wide grin and let go of his arm, taking off her shirt.

John shyly removed his clothes. He had nothing to hide, but he was a proper Brit and wasnt usually exposed like this.

Jayme knew he wanted to stay in his underwear at least, so she figured she'd do the same until he was more comfortable. She slid off her jeans and tossed them with her shirt and shoes. Her bra and underwear were matching at least, black and cloth, no lace or anything fancy, and could be easily passible as a bathing suit. She had no scars, despite her line of work, however, she did have a tribal tattoo on her lower back, and a decently sized one as well, going from hip to him. Her skin was tan, obviously from going to nude beaches often when she wasn't working. It was also completely obvious that her line of work was something physical, considering the shape she was in. For being short, she was thin and fit.

John couldn't help but be completely distracted and enamored by her form. He slid off his pants and folded them neatly, placing them on the sand. He had a nice looking body even though he had been out of the service for years now, with fair skin. He smiled sweetly at her and noticed the tattoo. "When did you get that?"

Jayme looked back at him and smiled. "The tattoo? When I was 18. Me telling my parents that I was moving out and that I was done with them telling me what to do." she said with a grin. "Come to find out that they murdered our neighbor years later, so as part of SWAT, I had to take them out when they took a hostage."

John nodded understandingly, then paused and stared at her. "... I think I'm starting to understand what the bloody hell is wrong with your brother."

"Yeah, sorta runs in the male side of the family." Jayme said with a sad smile. "My mom was dragged into it with my dad, and being the faithful woman she was, she helped him through it all."

John's eyebrows were high in surprise. "That... Is terrifying.." he mumbled.

Jayme nodded. "I was always over Addaline's house growing up, to get away from them." she said with a smile and took his hand, walking towards the water. It was hot weather, and Jayme knew the water was going to be warm.

"Still... That kind of upbringing takes a toll on a person, whether the toll results in good or bad.." He laced their fingers together and tested the water with his toe. He suddenly smirked and scooped her into her arms, running out into the water.

Jayme let out a yelp in surprise and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. She at first thought the yelp was him, however, since she hadn't realized it came out of her own mouth. "John, your shoulder!"

"Bollocks to my shoulder." He grinned, ignoring the pain he was feeling. He got out about waist high, then dropped her in.

Jayme let out a yelp again as she went under. She was used to salt water, so she was able to open her eyes and grab his ankle, yanking it out from under him.

John laughed lightly then looked at her hand. "Oh my-" He "gah"ed as he was pulled under. Watson resurfaced, gasping for air and laughing.

Jayme resurfaced soon after he did, laughing as she had to move her soaking hair out of her face so she could see.

John sat up and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry for throwing you. I figured there should be some amount of fun today after these recent events."

Jayme smiled widely. "No, don't be sorry at all." she said and laughed lightly. "It's the beach, it's meant to take your troubles away, and meant to be fun."

John smiled, loving her light heartedness. He hissed as the pain of the salt water set into his shoulder and held it. "Should have thought that trough.."

Jayme grimaced slightly and took him gently by his good arm. "Yeah, probably. Come on, let's get you on the beach so you can dry off in the sun, okay?" she said with a kind smile. Some naked surfer dude yelled out "SHOW ME YA TITTIES! IT'S A NUDE BEACH, DUDE!" she yelled, but Jayme ignored them.

John glanced up at them and rolled his eyes. "How rude." He muttered and led her towards shore. "I think it'll be okay. It just stings a little."

Jayme chuckled at John. "Honestly, stuff like that doesn't even bother me anymore." she said as they made it to the shore. Not caring about the sand sticking to her, she just flopped right down. "Once it dries it won't hurt as much. Actually, salt water is said to be good for wounds."

"Indeed. Sherlock says it promotes healing and disinfects it." He smiled and sat down, nuzzling her shoulder

Jayme smiled warmly at him a moment, before looking at the water as the waves picked up. "This is nice.." she said softly.

John laced his fingers with hers. "Yes it is.. I think it's nicer because you are here." He said with a sly smile.

Jayme found herself blushing from that devilish British charm he had. She looked at him and smiled. "I think so too. It's nicer being here with someone you like."

John nodded in agreement. The urfer guy from earlier walked over. "Hey love. Why not ditch this lameo and come along with me and my crew?" John looked up, then right back down. "Oh god please put on some pants."

Jayme rolled her eyes. "No thanks." she said simply and ignored the surfer's presence, nuzzling John's shoulder. However, he could feel her hand in his tense slightly. Oh yeah, she was waiting for some sort of action to be taken. She knew she'd have those boys down in the sand and begging for mercy in a matter of seconds. There were only two.

The guy scoffed and crossed his arm. "Come on, this pansy is not good for you." John grumbled and stood up, hardly the man's height. "She said no. Why not leave." "What are you going to do about it?" the guy smirked and went to shove him, but in a matter of sand filled blury seconds, John had them both on the ground, arms twisted behind them.

Jayme had gotten up but he'd already taken care of them. "Awww, you should've let me have one." she said with a smile. She walked over to the one that had been doing all of the talking and lifted his head up by his hair, not nicely in fact. "Now you see why? He's charming and sticks up for a lady, and can kick your ass as cleanly as I can." she smiled. The guy started to cuss her out, but she shoved his face into the sand. "I'm sorry, what was that?" she lifted his face up again, and he had no words but, "Please, let us go."

John smirked at her and held the two down. When he asked so pathetically John got up and let them be. "Well then. That was tedious and annoying." He linked arms with her.

Jayme smiled as he linked arms with her, the two guys running off as fast as their legs could carry them. "I agree. That was just stupid." she said and reached down, grabbing their clothes. "However, it was fun watching you pin them down so easily. Can't wait now for our wrestling date to see how you fare against me."

John blushed a little, but smiled beamingly. "I think it'll be a fair fight." He kissed her cheek and slid on his clothes.

Jayme smiled and blushed when he kissed her cheek and started putting on her clothes as well. "Maybe, until I come out on top."

John grinned and put his hands on his hips. "Are you so confident about that?"

Jayme was hiking on her jeans when he asked, still having her shirt to put on. "Oh yeah, I'm sure." she grinned.

John chuckled. "We'll just see about that. Though if you do beat me, you'll have to teach me your moves."

Jayme nodded and smiled. "I was the only girl on the wrestling team growing up. That, and with SWAT, they taught me a lot as well. I'll be glad to teach you." she said and leaned over, kissing his cheek gently.

John smiled and wrapped a gentle arm around her waist. "It will be an honor to learn from you."

"I hope you're a quick learner, John." Jayme said with a smile. As they walked back to the hospital, she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I am." He followed quietly, nuzzling her cheek. He peeked back into the room and saw that Sherlock had, though excruciating pain he figured, roll on his side and curl himself completely around her.

Jayme looked over his shoulder at them and smiled warmly. "They look so cute together." she whispered.

"They really do... But I don't thnik Sherlock will be able to move out of that position." John chuckld.

"Probably." Jayme chuckled as well, and looked at John out of the corner of her eye. "Say, Sherlock will call you when he's ready to be picked up, or we could even check on them later. How about we go back to Addaline's house?" Addaline didn't know it, but Jayme had known where it was all along, just never took advantage of it.

John looked at her a little surprised. "I suppose.. Am I allowed to leave?" He asked. He went over to a note pad and wrote Sherlock a litle note.

Jayme smiled. "Well, we did just go to the beach and everything, and the docs didn't stop you." she pointed out. "I'm sure you'll be alright. After all, it's not like you're going alone."

John looked at her and smiled. No. He wasn't going alone. He looked down at Sherlock. "Call me when you need me." He mumbled and took her hand, leading her to the front desk and signing out.

Jayme took his hand in confidence and walked with him out. Again, no doctors gave him any lip about leaving, and the nurse made sure he had his follow up papers on how to take care of the injury and such. Jayme found Addaline's jeep, and noticed she'd left the keys in it. "Damn, she's lucky this wasn't stolen."

John looked at the keys and chuckled. "She was probably too worried about Sherlock to remember..." He got in the passenger seat and sighed contently. "Apart from the shoulder, this really has been one of the best days that I've had... Ever." He chuckled.

Sherlock grumbled lightly and nuzzled his nose into her hair. He yawned adn cringed, the simple act making him hurt all over.

Jayme nodded as she got in the driver's seat. "That's true." she admitted about Addaline. When he said it was the best day he had so far, she looked at him in surprise. "Really?"

Addaline was sound asleep, curled into his chest and breathing slowly and softly. She actually looked peaceful, in his arms, the nightmares didn't come.

"Yes." He smiled sweetly. "When Sherlock "died", things were just... Dismal. I couldn't take it. And then everything after was just blah... But today has been fantastic." He smiled. "Thank you"

Sherlock looked down at her and smiled softly, kissing her forehead. He didn't want to wake her up, but he was thirsty... He noticed the apple juice on the side table and carefully reached over and took it, sipping it happily.

Jayme gave him a smile as she started driving. She made the same mistake as Addaline with driving on the wrong side of the road at first, but her driving was already much better. "You're welcome. I'm glad I could make it a good day for you at least."

The movement did wake her up, however. Addaline opened her eyes slowly with a small groan, rubbing at them slowly. She blinked away the sleep and looked up at Sherlock with a sleepy smile. "Hello there."

John gently took her free hand and held it in his, lacing their fingers together. "Heh... I hope those idiot boys learned their lessons."

Sherlock looked at her and smiled softly, putting down the juice. "Hey you... Are you feeling alright?"

Jayme smiled down at their hands and looked back on the road with a laugh. "Oh yeah, I'm sure they learned their lessons. Especially the one that got his mouth full of sand."

Addaline nodded slightly and smiled. "Yeah, I'm alright." she lied smoothly. She knew Sherlock's pain was a lot worse than the dull throbbing in her abdomen and diaphragm areas. She didn't want to worry him, since he hadn't seen the bruising yet.

John grinned and chuckled. "Next time, it'll probably be you defending my honor." He teased.

Sherlock frowned. "You're lying." He nuzzled her cheek. "Is your stomach still hurting? I can call a nurse for more pain killers.."

Jayme looked at him with a raised brow and a laugh. "Oh Lord... I don't even know how I would handle that if it were to happen. Like, a guy hits on you? I'd just be like 'He's not gay.'"

Addaline blushed at being figured out. "No, it's fine. No amount of pain killers really helps." she said and nuzzled him back gently.

John laughed a bit louder than he meant to. "I don't think that would be an issue. I'm use to people calling me gay by now. For years, everyone thought Sherlock and I were dating."

Sherlock pouted and wrapped gentle arms around her, nuzzling her neck. "I'm sorry... John brought us apple juice?" He offered.

Jayme nodded. "I read about that in your blog. It's just odd really. You two are friends. I don't see any sexual tension there."

Addaline smiled slightly, though the nuzzling of her neck made her feel a little pang of worry. "No, I'm alright right now." she smiled softly.

John chuckled and shook his head. "I think it was because people assumed that Sherlock bringing someone home or out anywhere in a friendly manner meant he was in love."

Sherlock kissed her forehead. "As long as you're sure..." He mumbled.

Jayme pouted slightly. "Poor Sherlock... is he really that anti-social?" she asked. She knew almost nothing about the detective.

Addaline nodded and smiled softly, nuzzling under his jaw. "I'm sure, don't worry." she said softly.

"He really, really is. He was surprised when we first met because I thought that the way he deduced things was fantastic. No one had ever complimented him before."

Sherlock caressed her hip gently, gazing into her soft brown eyes. "I will make him pay for what he did to you.."

Jayme pouted her lip slightly. "You're a good friend, you know that right?" she said.

Addaline couldn't stop her body from reacting when he touched her hip, jumping slightly under his hand. She felt so embarrassed at her body's reaction. She gulped slightly and nodded.

John looked over, a little confused. "Am I? How do you figure?"

Sherlock immediately pulled back his hand and frowned sadly. "I'm sorry." He said quickly.

Jayme gave a small shrug. "That seems like a lot to put up with, and you've been through a lot. Even though he does some of the things he does, like faking his death, shooting walls, getting you kidnapped or drugged, you still stick by him."

Addaline looked up at him pitifully. "No, I'm sorry..." she whimpered. "I can't control it. It's like..." she shook her head. She didn't even want to admit she felt scared.

John laughed lightly. "Well when you put it that way... I suppose so. But it's not all like that... He helped to make sure I was happy and alright. I wouldn't eat for long periods of time before I met him and he made sure I did."

Sherlock kissed her forehead. "Shh.. I understand. You were traumatized. It's automatic human reaction. Don't feel back, I'm not upset." He snuggled back up to her, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable.

Jayme looked at him suddenly. "Wait, you did what?" she said, looking concerned. She didn't know about him not eating.

Addaline buried her face into his chest with a small whimper. She felt terrible even so, that she couldn't even enjoy simple contact with him.

John looked at her, tilting his head. "I would not it for periods of time because I was depressed. Sherlock made sure I ate and was happy."

Sherlock petted her hair despite the pain in his arms and kissed the top of her head. "It's alright.."

Jayme pouted slightly. "I didn't know that... I'm glad you're well now at least..." she said.

"It's not alright... I feel useless as a girlfriend..." Addaline said into his chest, though him petting her hair did make her feel a little more relaxed in his arms.

John smiled sweetly and squeezed her hand gently. "It's something I didn't exactly know either. Sherlock pointed it out."

"Shhh... You're not useless. It's perfectly expected for this to happen. You were traumatized." He whispered soothingly.

Jayme smiled as he squeezed her hand. "Well then, thank goodness for Sherlock."

Addaline sniffled and nuzzled his chest. She was trying not to cry, but the girl was overemotional at the moment.

"He's a good man. I'm glad he and Addaline found each other." John leaned in the seat. He looked over at her. "And I'm glad she introduced me to you."

"It's alright.. You can cry..." He whispered.

Jayme blushed and looked at him. "Huh? I met you outside the room, how did she introduce me to you?" she asked. She had no idea of Addaline's plans to hook them up.

Addaline shook her head. "I can't." she said. She needed to be strong for him, not the other way around. That's how she saw it.

"I meant that she talked about you and sug-" He paused. "Wait, she didn't talk to you at all before this?"

"You can... I don't mind... You shouldn't keep it all bottled up inside." He brushed his humb against her face

Jayme looked over at him for a moment. "Talk to me about what?" she asked, looking confused and now even a little more worried. "John, what?"

Addaline looked up at him with a small frown on her features. "I don't want to cry over it." she said and shook her head.

John stared at her a moment, then laughed lightly. "I'm sorry, they way she talked about it made me think you and her had chatted... Nevermind."

"You don't have to cry over it but crying in itself will make you feel better."

"Oh no, don't start and then not tell me. What the hell did my cousin do." Jayme asked.

Addaline took a deep breath. "Nope. I'll be fine." she said. She really was stubborn.

John shook his head embarrassment running over his features. "She.. She um.. She wanted to hook us up."

Sherlock nuzzled her neck. "If you need to, I'll be right here."

Jayme smiled. "Well, that seemed to work out anyways, hmm?" she said with a grin on her face. "That's so like Addy."

Addaline nodded slightly and managed a smile. "Right now, I want to be the one to take care of you."

John chuckled and nodded. "That it did. I'm glad it did."

Sherlock looked into her eyes. He wanted nothing more than to be there for her and hold her, so make her feel loved at comforted. He didn't need comfort; she did. But he wouldn't force her to do anything she didn't want. "Alright.."

Jayme nodded and smiled warmly. "I am too." she said honestly. It took a while, but they finally got to Addaline's tree home. She climbed out of the jeep and looked at the ladder. "This might be a problem..." she said.

Addaline caressed his cheek ever so gently. "Do you need anything?" she asked.

John smiled and got out of the car. He looked up at the ladder, then down at his shoulder. "Well, I've got nothing to lose." He walked over and started climbing, gritting his teeth in pain.

"No.. I'm alright." He kissed her head.

Jayme watched him and looked concerned before following him up. It didn't take her long to climb, but she could see him bleeding through his shirt, since he must have torn open the stitches. She grimaced. "Here, let me fix you up."

Addaline nodded and smiled softly. She nuzzled his chin gently, letting out a soft sigh.

John got into the house and sat down once he was in. He breathed slowly, trying to push passed the pain. "No, no it's alright. I'm fine."

"You know I'll always be here for you, right?" He whispered lightly, burying his face in her hair.

"Oh hush and take off your shirt." Jayme said as she got some stuff to fix him up, which was the old style way she knew; a strong alcohol, a needle, and thread. "You ripped open your stitches."

Addaline nodded slowly so she wouldn't hit her head against his face. "I know." she said softly and smiled at him. "And I'm here for you."

"They are fiiine." John chuckled and found some bandages in the medicine cabinet of the bathroom.

SHerlock smiled sweetly and slowly attempted to get up. "Nnn... Ow..." He strained, but got up, wincing in pain. "I'm hungry..."

Jayme set the things on the table and followed after him, dragging him back to the chair. "John Watson, you're going to sit down and let me fix you up."

Addaline whimpered when he tried to get up, helping him as best as she could manage. "I'll get the nurse to bring you something." she smiled.

John meeped and sat down. He smiled and saluted her jokingly. "Yes ma'am... But I'm telling you, it's fine."

"No, it's alright. I can get it mySELF!" He yelped and he got up and sat down just at quick, the pain in his feet terrible.

Jayme rolled her eyes and took off his shirt, her hands accidentally brushing against his sides. She had been right, the wound in his shoulder had opened up again, and needed re-stitching. She shook her head and held out the bottle of rum to him. "Here, take a good chug to numb the pain." she said.

Addaline jumped up quickly and was right at his side. "Are you alright?" she whimpered, ignoring her own pain.

John shuddered lightly as she touched his sides and looked at the bottle. "Oh um. Alright.." He took it and drank quite a bit, before sighing and putting it down. "This reminds me of the military..."

Sherlock gripped tight to the bedsheets, the pain in his feet almost unbearable. "I didn't realize it would hurt that terribly..." He couldn't stop the tears of pain from sliding down his scrunched up face. "I can hardly remember anything."

Jayme took the bottle from the table where he put it down, and poured some on the wound, before she worked on stitching him back up. "Is that a good thing or bad thing?" she asked.

Addaline gently pulled his face to her chest, above her breasts, and gently stroked his hair. "You shouldn't be worried about remembering right now. Right now you should be staying in bed and healing up." she cooed softly, nuzzling the top of his head. She didn't care if her shirt was getting wet from the tears on his face. She knew he was in pain, and knew he needed comforting.

John hissed lightly at the sting of the alcohol, but held still. "I like to think it's a good thing..." He said softly, watching as she worked. "I liked it there. It gave me things to do."

Sherlock clung to her, trying to ease passed the pain before lying back down. "Ugh.... This is dull..." He whimpered. "I want to walk around."

Jayme finished up sewing him up and cut the string with her teeth, before wrapping it up again. "You sound like me when I'm on vacation for too long." she chuckled.

Addaline gently wiped the tears away from his cheeks and kissed his forehead. "I know. I wish you could too." she said softly, bumping the nurse's button with her hip while he wasn't looking.

John smiled up at her. "It's terrible when one has nothing to do. Relaxing is almost a chore."

The nurse walked in quickly. "Did you two need anything?" Sherlock looked up, then flopped his head back down. "I need to get out of here." "I'm sorry sir, but you really ca-" "Dull."

"Agreed." Jayme said with a soft smile, before taking a small chug of the rum herself. "Good year." she said as she looked at the date on the bottle. She smiled at John softly.

Addaline smiled at the nurse. "He tried to get up, and is now in a great deal of pain, though he probably won't admit it." she said. "Is there anything you can do to ease it a bit?" she asked.

John eyed the bottle and chuckled, adjusting himself a little. "So tell me... Are you always that beautiful when you smile?" He smiled charmingly.

Sherlock grumbled adorably. "I'm not in pain." The nurse smiled sympathetically. She walked over and adjusted the morphine pouch, pressing the button. "There you go dearie. You'll feel better in a bit." Sherlock looked at the pout and sighed, lying back. "Dull.."

Jayme blushed. "I dunno.. I suppose I always look the same when I smile.." she said. She was never used to such compliments, never having a boyfriend or anything. Sure, guys commented on her looks, but she usually ignored them because most of them were on her team.

Addaline rolled her eyes in a 'typical male' sort of way. "He means thank you." she said to the nurse and leaned down, kissing his forehead gently. "Behave, Sherlock."

"Well, you look lovely as is, but I don't know. You just sort of brighten a room when you smile..." John shrugged.

The nurse chuckled and nodded. "Don't worry. He was like this when he came in too." She wandered off. Sherlock chuckled and shrugged a little. "I think I'm behaving perfectly well/"

Jayme smiled softly, she couldn't help it. "Thank you, I guess." she said and kissed his cheek. "You're really sweet."

Addaline chuckled. "Causing trouble for the nurses, shame shame." she teased and nuzzled his forehead gently, her hair falling around them like a veil.

John blushed lightly and smiled. "I'm only telling the truth, love."

"It's what I do best." Sherlocked grinned and kissed her nose gently.

Jayme couldn't help but to chuckle. "Well, you're such a charmer, aren't you?" she grinned at him, still teasing.

Addaline smiled kindly and sat down on the edge of his bed, nuzzling him gently. However, a muscle pulled in her abdomen suddenly, causing her to his through her teeth as she clutched at her abdomen. "Damn..."

John grinned happily and kissed her cheek. "I was raised that way." He chuckled.

Sherlock sat up quickly, able to do so with the drugs in his system. He hit the nurse button and she came running in. "We need drugs for her too." "Oh-... Okay." She nodded and went over. "Lay down, hun."

Jayme chuckled lightly and nuzzled him gently. "Good. Not a lot of guys are charming." she said with a chuckle.

Addaline shook her head. "No. Nothing works anyways." she said to the nurse with a managed smile. "Pain meds don't work on me very well because of past injuries." she said. "I'll be fine in a few minutes."

John smiled and got up slowly, taking her hand. "Lets watch a movie or something... You know, pass the time."

Sherlock frowned, but let her be. "Are you sure you wouldn't like any morphine or anything, Miss?"

Jayme looked concerned when he got up, but she nodded. She actually started leading him to Addy's bedroom, since it had the only T.V. in the house. "Hope you don't mind that I cuddle when I watch movies." she said.

Addaline shook her head again and smiled. "Like I said, unfortunately nothing works on me." she said as she still stayed on Sherlock's bed. She did, however, lay down next to him and let out a sigh. "Ask Dr. Valesthi about me. Addaline Wright. He'll be able to give you all the information." she said and cleared her throat slightly. She didn't want Sherlock to know how bad her bruising was.

John smiled and followed her. "I like to cuddle, so it wouldn't be a problem. " He took the pillows and placed them on the end of the bed, taking off his shoes and making a cozy little snuggle nest for them.

The nurse nodded and walked out. Sherlock looked at her. "I will find something to help with the pain. I know you're hurting far worse than you're letting me see and I know you're not going to let me know as long as you can help it."

Jayme watched him making the nest and chuckled lightly. "I'll make sure to be on your good side." she said, motioning to his good shoulder. She took off her shoes as well, and realized just how much sand she had on her from the beach. "I'm gonna change into something of Addy's. Do you mind waiting a moment?" she asked.

Addaline looked at him and chuckled softly. "Nothing works. I was on vicadin way too much on my surgery when I was shot." she said and nuzzled his cheek gently. Her breathing was finally back to normal from the spasm, but the dull throbbing of her abdomen and diaphragm were worse.

John looked up and nodded. "Of course." When she left, he decided it would be best to take off the boxers and just wear the pants. He took off both and shook out the pants of sand.

"Morphine is stronger than vicodin." Sherlock caressed the hair out of her face. "Addaline, I'm worried."

Jayme grabbed a shirt and shorts of Addaline's before going into the bathroom. When the door closed, she could be heard shuffling, and then cursing a bit as she wiped all the sand off of her. Of course she was nice enough to do it in the tub, so she could just wash it away. She got changed quickly and came back out. "Damn.. I think I took the beach with me."

Addaline chuckled. "Morphine doesn't work either, same basic concept. I got addicted to the vicodin." she said and kissed his cheek gently. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I just have to watch how I move, is all."

John had shaken the pants and boxers out of the window, hanging the shorts on the sill to dry. She had come in just as he got one leg in his pants an stared at her. "... Oh... Um."

Sherlock gave a slight pout of the lip. "I'm going to find something that will work on you." He said confidently, then carefully snuggling back into her.

Jayme's face turned red. Of course she couldn't help but to look him up and down quickly before turning around. "I'm sorry!" she said, hoping he hadn't noticed her looking.

Addaline chuckled. "The only way you'd do that is if your discovered a new medicine or something." she said and nuzzled him gently. "If you did, that'd be interesting." she chuckled softly and started playing with his hair gently.

John was too embarrassed to say anything for a few moments, being busy trying to get his pants on and falling over in the process. "Ow!"

"Then discover a new medicine, I shall." He smiled brightly and kissed her cheek. "I'd discover anything for you."

Jayme knew turning around with her eyes closed would only result in herself tripping. She took a deep breath and sucked up her embarrassment. She turned around and walked over to him. "You okay?"

Addaline blushed lightly against his lips when he kissed her cheek. She stared at him a moment and smiled kindly. She leaned forward and kissed him gently; almost timidly.

John managed to button up his pants and got up, brushing himself off. "Yup. Yup I'm fine." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "So um... The movie, by the way, it's Hamish, if you were.. Um.. Thinking of middlenames."

Sherlock didn't know much on intimacy, so he misread the signals. He gently pinned her to the bed, deepening the kiss and holding her hips.

Jayme looked adorably confused and held back her laughter. "We're gonna watch a movie about your middle name?" she asked with a grin on her face. At least he seemed as awkward as she felt.

Addaline's heart immediately jumped up in her throat. Her head knew it was okay, but her body tensed up at the memories of what happened to her. She whimpered lightly against his lips, but didn't make any move to push him off or anything, just completely frozen.

"No- Um. Wait... Yes, no. No we're not." He gave a sheepish smile, trying not to embarrass himself further. "What movies are there?"

Sherlock quickly registered her body tensing, the fear in her eyes and the pain in that small noise. He nearly jumped off the bed, flinging himself back and hissing softly in agony. "Fuck.. I'm so sorry, Addaline. Are you alright?" He asked, holding his stomach with one hand and his shoulder with the other. Being the stubborn mule he was, he consciously tried his damnedest to push passed the pain so she wouldn't worry too terribly.

Jayme smiled softly and kissed his cheek gently, before walking away to look at the movie case. "Let's see here. She has a lot of action movies... some romantic comedies. Some sad movies here.. she probably eats ice cream with those. How about... ooooooh one horror. The Ring?"

Addaline nodded and couldn't help but to be concerned. She bit back fear and reached out for him, making him lay down gently. "You shouldn't be sorry." she said softly, looking at the morphine bag and the I.V. to make sure he didn't rip it out with his sudden movements.

John looked over and read over the titles. He paused at the horror and tilted his head. "I've never seen it... Sherlock said the book was pretty good though. Let's give it a go?"

Sherlock was hooked up alright, but his hands were shaking. He looked at her with a pathetic expression in his eyes and features. "I am sorry... I had become a bit cocky and thought.. But I shouldn't have, I didn't mean to scare you."

Jayme nodded and took it out, popping it into the DVD player. "I haven't seen it either... been too afraid to actually." she admitted and hopped onto the nest on the bed.

Addaline sat up and took his hands gently once she got him to lay down. "It's alright." she said softly and kissed his temple gently. "Just relax..." she cooed, trying to get him to calm down since his heart meter was going crazy.

John hopped in after and cuddled up to her, pressing play on the remote. "Don't worry, I'll be here." He grinned cutely and kissed her cheek.

A nurse rushed in and checked him over. "Is he alright?" "I'm fine, just panicked a little." He mumbled. "I'm going to give you a sedative-" "No." Sherlock said sternly. The nurse glanced at Addaline, her gaze asking if she should listen to him.

Jayme nodded, but already she was feeling uneasy. She cuddled back into him, and as soon as he wrapped an arm around her, she actually felt better. She rested her head comfortably on his shoulder as she watched the movie.

Addaline gave a small shake of her head to the nurse. "Sedative isn't necessary." she said and gently petted Sherlock's hair. "It's alright." she reassured and nuzzled him gently.

The movie played on, making them jump and gasp at certain points. John kept his manliness for the most part, comforting her if she was scared. He looked at the clock for a moment, and looked back at the screen, the dead her popping on screen with menacing music. He couldn't stop a rather loud yelp.

The nurse looked worried, but nodded and made sure all the machines were right, before leaving. Sherlock wrapped gentle arms around her waist, ignoring the pain in his arms. He nuzzled her collarbone. "You were afraid."

Jayme didn't seem all that strong, since she was scared quite often. When he yelped himself, she jumped as well, then couldn't help but to laugh lightly since they both reacted.

"I'll admit, I was." Addaline said softly and nuzzled his head gently. She allowed him to wrap his arms around her, since he was being gentle. "It's not your fault, Sherlock...." she whispered softly to him.

John's panic quickly subsided into laughter, holding his stomach as he went into an infernal giggle fit. "I-I'm sorry.. That caught me off guard."

Sherlock knew it wasn't his fault, but he still felt guilty. He didn't like it. All these emotions, were they the symptoms of love? Well... Having her was worth the awful feelings. He leaned up and kissed her chin. "I won't make another move on you... I'll let you come to me when you are ready, alright?" He whispered.

Jayme laughed as well, her face in his neck. "It's alright." she said between laughs. "It caught me off guard too."

Addaline wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close to her, nuzzling the top of his head gently. "Thank you Sherlock..." she whispered softly to him.

John petted her hair gently and chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "At least we were scared together..." He smiled sweetly.

Sherlock rested his chin on her chest to look up at her, smiling weakly. "Anything for you..." He suddenly got a terrible craving for cigarettes and groaned. "Nnnhhg... I need John to get me my cigarettes." he reached over and grabbed the phone off the desk, dialing his number.

John looked at his phone, his heart stopping as it rang. ".... It says unknown..."

Jayme stared at the phone. "... shit... if you don't answer it..." she said, and looked up at him with a wide-eyed stare. She whimpered softly. "This is not cool..."

Addaline was about to interrupt him, since she didn't think it was wise for him to smoke, especially in a hospital. "Sherlock, you shouldn't be smoking..." she said softly, since he was on the phone.

John looked at her, biting his lip. "If I scream, run, okay?" He picked up the phone and put it to his ear. "... H-Hello?"

"I need cigarettes." He said, pausing to pout at her, making John panic, then said. "John can you bring me cigarettes?"

"SHERLOCK I HATE YOU." John yelled, making Sherlock pull the phone away from his ear. "Wait what?"

Jayme nodded, but she didn't actually want to abandon him. She held onto his arm gently for support as he answered the phone. Once he said Sherlock, however, Jayme grabbed his phone and hung up on Sherlock, throwing it at the end of the bed where the pillows once were. "That ass."

Addaline shook her head when he pouted, but jumped slightly when she could hear John hearing on the other end of the line, before it went dead. "What the hell was that about?" she asked with a raised brow, having no idea that her cousin and him were hanging out.

John rubbed his temples, breathing to calm his thumping heart. "He is the biggest ass I've ever known.." He muttered.

Sherlock looked at the phone, deducing for a moment. "He must have been watching a scary movie. John's not one to react like that and the way he answered sounded terrified, so either a book or a movie, book is unlikely, he wouldn't be that scared. So movie it is. Assuming he's at your house and from the small collection you have there, I'm going for Hannibal or The Ring. Hannibal is out, John wouldn't be scared of psychological thrillers; he's a soldier, so The Ring it is. Given the amount of stress, I'd say he was about 2/3 into the movie. Also, he's with your cousin."

Jayme took a breath herself, letting it out slowly. "He probably didn't know we were watching a horror film..." she said and let out a slight chuckle. "Though he does have impeccable timing."

Addaline looked confused. "With my cousin? You mean she's here in New Zealand?" she questioned. Eh, so John was watching a horror movie, but with her cousin? That was a whole different story.

"Absolutely perfect timing..' John muttered and chuckled. 'I should call him and apologize, shouldn't I?"

"Yes. Someone had snatched the phone from John. There's no one here John would know except maybe her.'

"Nope." Jayme said and snuggled into him again so he couldn't get up to get his phone, nuzzling his good shoulder gently.

Addaline grinned. "Well good. That means I didn't have to hook them up. It just was fate." she said. "I think they'll be good for one another."

John blushed lightly, but smiled and cuddled her. "Alright. I don't think I can really argue with the pretty girl cuddling me." he laughed.

Sherlock looked a tinsey bit down casted for a moment, before nuzzling his face back into her collarbone. "I'm glad he's found someone that makes him happy."

"Exactly." Jayme grinned and nuzzled his cheek gently. "And besides, I already threw your phone to the other end of the bed." she chuckled lightly.

Addaline lifted his chin after he nuzzled her collar when she noticed he looked a bit down casted. "You have someone that makes you happy too, or at least I hope I do." she said with a kind smile.

John chuckled and nuzzled her shoulder. "Yes and it would be far too much effort to reach over and grab it." He concluded, wrapping his arms around her waist and cuddling her.

Sherlock looked up and smiled, leaning up and giving her a gentle kiss. "Very, very happy... I just don't want to lose my best friend.." He said, a hint of sadness in his voice. Is this how it worked? You gain a friend and then have to give it up to have a relationship? Sherlock certainly hoped not.

Jayme smiled warmly and nuzzled him gently, snuggling against him. She didn't even care that she'd seen him naked, and was now pressed against him. She let out a soft sigh and enjoyed the fact that the movie was over as well.

Addaline smiled sympathetically. "Sherlock, you don't have to lose your best friend, just because of a girl. You'll always be best friends, whether in relationships or not. I like John, it's not like I won't allow you to see him. It also helps that Jayme is my cousin. She's not like that anyways." she explained and kissed his forehead gently.

John watched the movie, it getting closer to the end. He relaxed once the credits rolled in and chuckled. "Well then."

Sherlock pouted and kissed her cheek. "John was the first and only friend I really ever had... I guess I'm just.." He thought about it and muttered "Jealous."

Jayme looked at him and chuckled at the relieved look on his face. "I hope that won't cause you any nightmares." she teased lightly and kissed his cheek.

Addaline smiled warmly and couldn't help but to laugh. "Sherlock, there is no need." she said and nuzzled him gently. "Though I'm sure he'd find it sweet."

John laughed and kissed her forehead. "I'll be fine. And you?" He tickled her gently. "Don't be too afraid."

"Or he'd tease me for the next year." Sherlock rolled his eyes and pulled ehr gently to lay down with him. "He'll still hang out with m, yes?"

Jayme laughed slightly, but she wasn't all that ticklish, so she didn't try to move away. "I think I'll be alright, honestly. Sure, it was scary, but it wasn't real."

Addaline laid down slowly next to him, being careful of both herself and him so she wouldn't hurt either. "Of course he will." she said and smiled sweetly at him.

John smirked and wrapped gentle, but strong arms around her waist. "Alright."

Sherlock smiled a little and cuddled her close. "Good..." He nuzzled her cheek, when a thought popped into his head. "You have other friends, don't you Addaline? Should I meet them?"

Jayme smiled at him softly, resting her hands on his chest, being careful not to be too close to his shoulder. "Besides, if it'll make you feel better... I can just say that you'll be here to chase them away if they do come."

Addaline chuckled. "I do have some other friends, yes. You'll get to meet them eventually. You already know Irene."

John blushed lightly and smiled, kissing her forehead and flexing his good arm jokingly. "Yes. No nightmare is a chance for me."

Sherlock frowned a little, feeling a bit nervous. "I don't want to make an ass of myself... I tend to do that alot, John says."