FIRST update while at COLLEGE WHOOO! wow, ok, this is crazy, I'm a college student, I think it's crazy! so far the homework has been pretty crazy but I heard that it slows down after a bit. thank goodness I had this written already before I left for school, well hope you like it, enjoy!

John's version.

"So you have no idea where she went?" I asked Sherlock as he paced around his flat. Rori had been missing almost a whole day and Sherlock had done nothing about it. He seemed to think that she would come back on her own, but I highly doubted that she would. I didn't get that vibe from her. But I also don't think she was the kind of person to leave without a word.

"No John, I do not know where she is. I lost her," he said with frustration.

I threw my hands up in the air. The one person he was in charge of, he lost. He was barely responsible to keep a plant alive, how did Lestrade ever think that Sherlock could keep ahold of Rori? "Figures. I knew you would do something like this. And you didn't tell Lestrade?"

"No."

I opened my mouth to say what I thought about this whole thing, but stopped when Sherlock's phone buzzed. Within a second, he pulled it out and put it up to his ear.

"Rori?" Sherlock asked into the phone. I could hear the eagerness in his voice, which was surprising because I never knew he would be so worried about anyone. I watched his face change from relief to something else as he put the phone on speaker.

"Rori is here, but she's tied up at the moment. Sherlock and I assume John is there too. I have been told you two like puzzles, well this one should be fun. You have till 22:00 to save her until this all goes down to the river. Oh, and one more thing, don't get anyone else into this. It's our little game we're playing here," the man's voice rang out, then the line went dead.

"Well, that didn't tell us anything," I stated with a frown.

Sherlock shook his head at me. "No, he gave us a clue. Watson, get your coat on, we're going down to the river."

"The river is huge. How do you know where the right place is at?" I asked as I put my coat on.

"Over the phone there was a faint bell ring, Watson. What part of the river has bells?"

I thought about it for a minute. I never really went down to the river, but I saw this news report of other day about river boats and the bells they use to let people know they are arriving. "The river boat cruises have a bell ring when they're about to leave the dock."

"Right, so that's where we're going, Waterloo station."

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Rori version

"Well I think that went well," Zane said as he walked back into the room where I was at.

"You called them?" I asked him as I sat on the ground in the middle of the room. I had been thinking long and hard about how to get out of here, and I had come up with at least five plans to do so. At this point, I was just waiting for the right time.

He nodded. "Yup. I like this Sherlock."

"I'm sure you do. You like anyone who is smart and sadistic like you."

A smile came to his lips. I knew him a little too well that I would care to admit. It was amusing to him but it made me shutter.

"So what are you going to do with me if he can't find me when times up? Let me go?" I asked, trying to understand his plan a little more.

"No, now where is the fun in that? See this room?" he paused and looked around the white empty room for a second. "Because place is designed to keep valuable paintings and to prevent people from taking them, this room can suck out all the air, suffocating the convict so they wouldn't try anything like that again."

"That's just lovely," I said sarcastically. I wasn't expecting him to use it on me. He couldn't kill me. If he did, he would lose his toy.

"Isn't? Within a matter of three minutes, you can go from being able to breathe freely to having no air at all. Would you like to see? Of course you would," he said and got out of the room so quickly I didn't have time to react. Through the glass door I saw him push a couple buttons, then the room made a strange sound, like a vacuum.

Maybe I was wrong he would kill me for the game. I stood up and limped around the room as I tried to find a way out. Within a minute, I felt it getting harder to breathe. I stumbled over to the door and pounded on it. I just wanted it to stop as my lung started to burn. Unable to stand any longer, I clasped to the ground as I saw little black spots come into my vision. Then on command, the door opened, and I felt a rush of air come in, filling my lungs with it. I took a couple gasps then looked up at Zane who had a smile on his face. He enjoyed every second of this.

"Fun is it not?" he asked as he stood over me.

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John's version

"So what now?" I said as I looked around where the river cruises were. I felt a cold gust of wind hit my face and shivered. The river was always colder for some reason.

"Ssh," Sherlock mused. I knew he was thinking about something, but I wasn't sure what.

I said nothing, instead I stood in silence as he looked around the dock. I wasn't completely sure what he was thinking about and I had become used to this. It used to bother me that he wouldn't share his ideas, but as I lived with him, I understood him better. Now I saw him as a good friend, my best friend, to be honest. I watched him as he walked down to the edge of the dock and looked over the side.

"Did you see that?" he asked and point down at a person with dark red long wet hair lying face down on the black rocks.

Fear washed over me. Rori. Were we too late? Did we mess up? To stop me from swearing every foul word in my mind out loud, Sherlock leapt over the wooden railing and ran down to where the body was. I followed him reluctantly and stopped when Sherlock flipped the body over to reveal a dummy.

I opened my mouth to tell Sherlock, but stopped when Sherlock searched the dummy and found a blank page in a plastic bag from getting wet. That had to be the next clue.

"This is it, come."

I followed behind him until we got out to one of the main streets. "I know that looked like Rori. it's supposed to register on an emotional level. Now Watson, tell me, this will not bother you. We have to keep moving on," he said strictly to me.

I nodded to him. I knew I needed to keep a clear head. "Of course not, that's what he wants. We can't do that," I said confidently, even though I was worried that we wouldn't find her in time.

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Rori's version

I took a deep breath and felt my ribs burn. I lifted my shirt and saw deep coloured bruises on my right side which caused me to frown, sure I had a broken rib. I didn't think that man could kick so hard. The door opened and quickly put down my shirt to look at Zane in front of me.

"So tell me, how has my brother Kale been?" Zane said to me as he walked back into the room where I was at. He was getting bored with this entire game and he wanted me to distract him by trying to small talk, but it was failing miserably.

"Why don't you tell me?" I retorted. There was a reason Kale was just as scared of Zane as I was. Even if I knew where he was, I wouldn't say anything to Zane about it.

"Oh yes, my brother left you in that prison to rot, didn't he?" Zane said with a small smile.

I shook my head at him. He would not get under my skin this time. "He didn't have a choice," I stated, as if I knew what I was talking about.

"Yeah, that's right! Isn't it that he left you for another group, a better group? I can't get a hold of him and I just wish I could see my little brother again," he said and forced a sad face at me, making his bottom lip puff out.

I thought back to the note that Kale wrote me. I thought he was running from his brother, but that appeared not to be the case. There was another group out there and he was running from. And I thought I knew him, all of him, I guess I didn't know him as well as I thought I did.

"If you think I know where he went, you're wrong. And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Kale did everything he could get stay away from you. And believe me, I would do the same. You're a monster, and I would hate to have grown up with you."

"Rori, Rori, Rori," he said with a chuckle. "I think it's cute you think I'm the only person who can scare you and Kale. That just shows how naïve you are. There are people in this world that scare me, and trust me, you do not want to get in their way."

He was wrong. I have met many people in the UK that could have been scary, but they were nothing compared to Zane. "What does that mean?" I asked, with a hint of confusion in my voice. I had never heard Zane talk about his fears and it made me wonder who scared him and if he was warning me about something.

He shook his head, realizing that he said too much. "Nothing. Tell me my dear Rori, there is one thing that I can't figure out, if Sherlock is so great, so brilliant, then why didn't he see he made a mistake when he locked you in prison? Why didn't he recall it?" he asked, changing the subject just as fast as it came up.

I frowned. That was what I was dying to know, but I wouldn't let Zane know that. "I don't know," I said flatly, not trying to think about. Zane was distracting me from making a plan to escape, and it was working.

"I have my guesses. I think Sherlock planned to work with you from the start. He knew that the only way he could have you was if he locked you behind bars first."

I shook my head. "That's a lie." Sherlock would have never wanted me, we fight all the time, well I fight with him all the time. We don't even work good together. He did not plan this because if he did, he would have seen that we would have never really worked. Lestrade was the one that suggested this and planned it. I mean, after all, why would Sherlock want someone like me?

"Is it?" and with that he left me alone in the room I was in to mule over my thoughts.

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John's POV

"There is nothing on this piece of paper. We've looked at this for an hour now," I said as I paced around Sherlock's messy living room. We were running out of time but we had to try something, I just didn't know what.

"This was the only thing on her, she had no wallet, no rings, just this. There has to be something on it." Sherlock stared at the blank paper so intently, as if the answers would just jump off the page.

"What do you know about him?" I asked, referring to the man that took Rori. I didn't need to say anything more, Sherlock knew what I was talking about. The person who took her had to have a motive, but what was it?

"Little to nothing."

"Do you think Rori knew this was going to happen?"

"I think she had her guesses for a while now. I think he had been toying with her for weeks before this. But for whatever reason, she didn't tell anyone about it."

"Why does she not tell us anything?" I said, getting frustrated. She always had to be difficult, just like Sherlock. They were more alike than they wanted to be, I was sure of it. I didn't think anyone could be as hard to be friends with then Sherlock, but Rori, she was just like him. Although she was a little better at her people skills and she was also sharper in her language, it was as if her intent was to hurt everyone she got close to.

"Because she's Rori, and I'm fine with that, it makes her, her. As long as she's brilliant at solving cases, that's all I need. Her input is what I look for."

"You know, she's like you," I stated.

I watched his face change for a second as if he had thought about this, but yet he said nothing back, knowing I was right but didn't want to admit it.

"Tell me what you do know about this man," I said, changing the subject.

"He moved here from Dublin, he's a killer, but I've never seen him before and we have no files on him at Scotland Yard. He's a ghost, able to do anything and everything that he wants."

I sighed. It was like this man was not even real.

"We need to talk to Molly about this," Sherlock said and put on his coat again.