This song is for Zane! Keep a look out for a <> to know when to listen to the song.

John's version

"Oh hello," Molly said in her always bubbly attitude when as we barged into her office unexpectedly.

"I need a microscope," Sherlock said, not even bothering to say hello back to her. But I couldn't blame him. We were on a clock and we didn't have time to mess around.

I looked at my clock again for the fifth time this hour; 7:00 PM, we had only three more hours until 10:00 rolled around.

"Yeah, help yourself," Molly said and moved aside so he could sit at her desk to use her microscope. Molly was such a saint for dealing with Sherlock.

I watched as Sherlock put the paper under the microscope to examine it.

"Where's Rori?" Molly asked.

"Someone took her. That's why we're here," Sherlock said a little too bluntly to her.

Her face changed to shock as she gasped. "Why would someone take her?"

"Think about it. She's white collar thief, she's not the easiest to get along with and now she works for Scotland Yard. Who would want to take her? For revenge? for a job? There are loads of reasons," Sherlock said as he looked at the microscope.

"Right." Molly sat down right beside Sherlock. "I'm sorry," she whispered to him, like she knew he was upset.

"There is some acid on this paper, but I'm not sure what it could be from," Sherlock said, not acknowledging Molly's comment. He got up from his seat and closed his eyes as he moved his hands in the air, as if shifting thoughts around in his mind.

An acid, he wanted it to be hard to us, but maybe he wanted Sherlock to read too much into this. What if the answer was simple but what would be strong enough to make a note on paper but not burn it though? What would be easy to do but no one thought about it? What was that fruit and I used when I was a kid and played spies with my neighbor? "Lemon."

"What?" Molly asked as Sherlock opened his eyes to look at me.

"Acid, lemon, a letter. This is primary school spy stuff. Did this as a kid. We need heat, a heat source, like a hair drier," I said as I looked around at the cold room we were in. "Oh forget it." Molly wouldn't have something like a hair drier lying around here. I got the paper and took a deep breath and breathed on it. It took a second, but the letter A came out in light brown.

"Brilliant John! Just brilliant!" Sherlock said enthusiastically. This was one of the few times he had complemented me, which shocked me. It wasn't that brilliant, but if he thought so, I would not complain.

"My coworker from down stairs always has a hair drier in her office, let me get it," Molly piped in, eager to help.

After we got the hair drier, we ran it over all the paper until, in bold letters appeared saying, "fooled you. Did you think this clue would be this easy to find? Start at the beginning."

Sherlock swore under his breath as I mentally curse every foul word that came to my mind. We only have two ½ more hours and we had to start over. He planned this all along, knowing we would see that dummy and think it was the clue. He made this game because he wanted us to fail.

"I'm sorry," Molly said with a disappointed look to her face.

Silently, Sherlock walked out of the room, and I followed behind. We had no more time to spare.

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Rori's version

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"I wonder if they caught onto my fake clue by now. That would have sent them back a little bit," Zane said as he walked back into the room that I was in. "I think it's time to send them into a minor panic, don't you?"

I didn't know what his next plan was, and it terrified me. "Let's not," I said bluntly, unable to look at him in his eye, feeling so useless. I got up from the ground and tried to put some weight on my ankle, which caused pain to shoot up my leg, making me wince. I knew it was at least sprained.

"How's your ankle? Sore?" he murmured, cocking his head to the side as if he cared.

I looked down at it and saw that it had swollen tremendously. "Lovely, thanks for asking. After this, I think I'll go for a run."

He chuckled and walked up closer to me, causing me to take a step back and wince as I put pressure on my leg. I did not want to be close to him, fearing what he would do next.

"How I love technology. Without it, I wouldn't have been able to get this." He then held out my phone and played a scream on it.

It sounded scared and in terrible pain and I knew that was my voice making that awful sound.

"Sorry for this again," he said as he backed me up into the corner, but when I looked up I saw the man that I never even noticed come in. He smiled, then wrapped his arms around me as Zane put duct tape over my mouth and tied my hands together. I tried shouting and kicking, but I couldn't move and made only muffled sounds.

"Time to send this to them," he said and held up another phone to his ear. "Ah yes, John Watson this time? It's a honor..... Yes, tricky aren't I? that's flattering, really...you see I heard you got outside help. Molly is it? Well, every time you bring someone into this game of ours, she gets hurt." He played the scream, causing me to feel sick to my stomach.

This was all my fault that they were in this mess and I wish they had just stayed away. Zane had no right brining them into this game of his. It was always going to be between him and I when it came down to it. Everyone else was just pawns.

I didn't think that this would too much damage to Sherlock would do, but I knew that this would affect John and throw him off. "That will make you think twice about it. You only have another about two hours. Cheers." And with that, he hung up the phone.

"You're so crafty, get yourself undone," Zane said spat to me and left the room with the man.

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John's version

"If he hurts her again, I'll shoot him," I said as we paced around the boat dock after Zane called us. "We should track him, it would be easier. Then this game would be over."

"No." was the first thing that Sherlock said since the call ended. "He knows we won't do that because if we did, the game would be over and Rori would die," he said as he walked over to the dock bells and stared at them, saying nothing else.

I threw my hands up in the air in frustration. I felt like I was talking to a wall with him. We were getting nowhere and before long Rori would be dead. "Then what are we doing here? We need to find the next clue."

"It's here. In the bell, do you hear it? The ringing is..." he pointed at the bell.

I walked over to him where the bells were at. As I did this, an older man came up to us and said, "He said to give you this if you came back." He gave us a piece of paper and then took a couple of steps back from us and shot himself.

I just stood there in shock as he dropped to the ground, dead. I wiped the blood from my face in anger. The man that took Rori just crossed the line. We couldn't be one only players anymore. "We have to call someone about this," I said, not taking my eyes off of him as I tried to wrap my mind around what just happened.

"That's what he wants us to do. Now, come, we have to go. Now John," he said and pulled on my arm, causing me to rip my eyes away from him and see a small crowd making their way over to where we were at.

Before we would know it, Scotland Yard would be here and then we would be stuck in their building for hours as Lestrade asked us questions. We were wasting time since there was no way to save an already dead man.

We ran to the closest Tube station, then Sherlock unfolded the piece of paper. He read it, then gave it to me to look over it with a frown. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that we would not solve this case before time was out.

You got it this time, did you help the poor man or left him to die?

Your next clue is you have time to save one but only one knows where the other is.

Mischief managed.

"What? This is leading us in circles," I said in frustration. I felt the urge to crumple the paper and walk away, but I knew I couldn't do that. My mind thought back to what the note said, Mischief managed. When I was a younger, I read a book that had that phrase in it, but what book was it, it had to be years since I last read it.

"Mischief managed is the next clue. Have you heard of it?" Sherlock asked. Of course he wouldn't know the phrase, it was a book in pop culture.

"It's from a book. I read it when I was young. Harry Potter, it's Harry Potter. He was trying to get to this town outside of the school without his professors knowing, he used a map to get out of the school and to turn it off, he said mischief managed."

"Hogwarts," Sherlock said as he looked at his phone. "Did you know we have a Harry Potter world right in our backyard? That's where we need to go."

I ran after him onto the Tube. We took a few transfers, but quickly we found ourselves on the Potter set. To our dismay, the set was closed, causing me to swear at the front closed doors. How were we going to get in now? I looked around myself, refusing to give up. This couldn't be it, there had to be another way. I looked at my watch and saw that we only have about an hour left. Time was almost out. How were we going to find the next clue? Just as I was about to lock pick the door when Sherlock's phone rang.

I watched him answer it. "Lestrade, I do not have time right now... call me back in a little." And with that, he hung up the phone and turned to me and said, "He wants us to help find the killer to the man on the dock."

"Great, just great," I said sarcastically as I kicked a rock as the door but instead of it bouncing off of it, the rock went straight through it, leaving a hole in the door. "Odd." I hit the door, it made a hollow sound but then I went down on my hands and knees and pushed on the door and to my surprise I my hand went threw it. "It's paper," I said to Sherlock and crawled through the lower part of the door.

After Sherlock and I got through the door, we saw two guards tied up in the open with a bomb strapped to them. "He likes to kill people, doesn't he," I said as I removed the duct tape from their mouths.

"Help us," the lady begged with tears running down her face as if she'd been crying for a while. She was scared for her life and I wondered if Rori felt the same wherever she was at.

I looked at the bomb with a frown, then looked up at Sherlock. We did not know how to stop the clock from counting down. "We have to call this in." We needed outside help if we wanted to save these people.

He said nothing back; he didn't need to since he knew I was right. Instead, he just pulled out his phone, ready to call it in.

"Wait, do you have anything to say to us?" I asked the woman.

"56 Westminster street. that's all I know," she said with tears running down her face.

"That's half way across town," I said as I looked at my watch, only 50 minutes to go. I got up from the ground and said, "Someone will come and help. But we have to go."

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Rori's Version

"It's almost show time," Zane said and tossed me a counting down stopwatch. I only had 20 minutes to live. Sherlock wasn't coming or he would have come by now. Zane stumped him, and now I was going to die. "What's that face for? Cheer up! It's almost over."

"Yes, it is," I said numbly to him as I watched it count down.

"Well, this is where I get ready and bid you au revoir. It's been fun Rori, we must do this again soon." And with that, he left me for the last time.

I sat down on the ground and held back the tears that were threatening to spill over my eyes. I had been up and down the room to look for an exit, but there was none. Whoever planned this room made no kill switch on the inside. I just hoped that Sherlock could figure this puzzle out and get me out of here. They were my only hope. But there wasn't much more time left now. There was a good chance that I wasn't going to make it out a live. What was frustrating was that I couldn't help Sherlock out at all, I was completely useless. I couldn't even get myself out of this mess myself without his help.

Those last 19 minutes flew by and gave me a lot to think about. I had been so worried about not letting people in. I tried so hard to hurt and push them away that I forgot about me. I was going to die, and no one knew the real me. No one would even care if I died because I pushed everyone away. No one would be able to tell my Nan back home that I would not go back. No one would find Kale and tell him I died and no one would cry for me once I was gone. Now that I was completely alone, I realized I hated it.

Is this how I really wanted it to end? To be alone with no one caring if I died? Why did I push people away? I was used to it, I did it my whole life, but maybe if I made it out of here, I shouldn't try that anymore. Maybe I should let people in a little more. Or maybe this was all about me just thinking too much. Maybe I should just stop thinking. That always seems to get me in trouble anyhow.

I looked at the watch again and saw that I had only 40 seconds left. "Here is to the end," I said, trying to be as sarcastic as I could. I got up from the floor and took a deep breath in, filling my lungs with air that I knew I wouldn't be getting in now 30 seconds. My posture was confident and calm, even though I would not make it out of this. Zane stumped Sherlock. This was it. I was going to die in this room. I looked at the camera on the other side of the room and a nod to it, knowing Zane was watching every minute of this.

I looked at the clock again to see a countdown: 5,4,3,2,1. And with that, the vacuuming sound came again. Almost instantly, panic flooded through me and my calm feeling left. I wanted it to stop, for something to happen to it to make it stop. I pounded on the glass door, hoping that it would open, but nothing happened. It was getting harder to breathe by the second, and I was getting lightheaded. Dizziness took hold as I fell to the ground.

At that minute, two people rounded the corner and ran up to the glass door. My eyes widened as I saw John and Sherlock. Their mouths moved but I couldn't hear what they said over the vacuuming sound. John looked at me franticly as Sherlock looked around the hall. I couldn't help but smile, knowing they found me, and I was going to make it. I didn't know if it was the lack of air to my lungs or joy that cause tears to roll down my face, but I didn't care if they saw. At that moment, I did the only logical thing and put my hand up to the glass and mouthed "Help". My vision blurred drastically and as I tried to take one more breath, there was no more air left to breathe and I blacked out.

The first thing I was aware of was nose, lots of it. It wasn't like annoying nose. I liked it, lots of talking around me, and other sounds that I couldn't pick it out. I couldn't remember why I was here or what happened and for a second, I felt confused until I remembered what happened. I took a deep breath and felt air burn my lungs and knew it was all over. They must have done it. I opened my eyes to see a clear starry night in London as red and blue lights flashed around me. An oxygen mask covered my mouth while I laid on a gurney. I took the mask off and slowly pushed myself up to a sitting position as my head spun and my body ached.

"Lay down," John said as he pushed me back down gently.

I didn't fight it like I would normally. Instead, I followed his command without a word and laid back down.

John put the mask back on me. "You need this."

I didn't fight him again. Instead, I looked at John and gave him a small smile. He helped save my life and I would never forget that. I was grateful for him and Sherlock. I thought I was going to die in that room, but they saved me. "Thank you," I said even though my voice was horse and almost in audible through all the commotion that was going on around us.

"You're welcome," he said and gave me a small smile back. He gave a small squeeze to my shoulder, then walked off to talk to Lestrade.

I just laid there for a minute or two, listening to what was going on around me. I heard Lestrade in the distance and the deep voice of Sherlock talking about some kind of killing that happened. Figures, Zane probably killed a couple of people to have his fun. "We'll have to emit her," someone said. I knew they were talking about me and my eye widened as I tried to see who said this. I couldn't go to the hospital, they would ask too many questions, and find more answers than I wanted them to find.

"No. sir, I don't think that'll be the best," John said, a little away from me.

"She has two broken ribs, a sprained ankle, and she almost suffocated. She needs to be looked over, at least for a night."

There was a pause and then John said, "I'll look after her. Just let her come home with us. I can stay up all night if I have to."

I was in awe. They had to have run all over town today; they had to be as tired as I was, but John was willing to look after me. I never even told him how much I hated hospitals, he just seemed to know. Maybe I gave him less credit than he was worth.

There was another pause. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll make sure she's in good condition," John said firmly.

"Ok."

I was starting feel less dizzy, so again slowly pushed myself up from the gurney as Sherlock walk up to me. I didn't know what to say to him because this was all my fault and it made me feel guilty. I was the one that made enemies with Zane, I was the one that got caught. My old life found my new one. "I'm sorry about this."

"It is what it is," he shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.

"No it's not fine. I should have..." I shook my head at him, feeling dizzy again.

"We can talk about this later," he said as his gaze shifted to John, who was now walking back over to me. "Ready to leave?"

"Yeah, are you?" John said and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Yes." I had been waiting to say that for too long now.