--Sherlock's PoV--

It took about 14 minutes to find someone. I knew there was probably a downside to Gavin's warehouse being in a lowly populated street with no shops or applicable jobs other than it being almost impossible to get to. I tackled them, as the street was bare and from all angles there were no blind spot of mine that would not effect any secret watcher. I paused realizing I didn't know either his or Ghost's blood type. "Crap..." I muttered. "Uh... What's your blood type?"

He gave me an angry terrified look. I didn't know what to do. Worst case scenario, he dies. Best case scenario, they share blood times... But he dies anyways... But it'll work, wouldn't it, if its the best case scenario? I stuck him in the arm with the needle. I muttered to him, "I'm sorry," but I wasn't. I was saving John from getting shot in the spine, why would I be sorry about that... apart from the fact that he's about to die...

I dropped him and backed away, waiting to see what would happen. He sat up, rubbing the arm I injected him on. I could feel the shock on his face. His unruly dark hair drifted over his exhausted eyes. I figured he was an alcoholic with no job or family from his body language. No one would miss him. After awhile of silence, he was shot in the head. I waited. Nothing happened, from what I could tell. I started strolling back to the warehouse, not knowing what to do other than check oh John. That was shockingly uneventful. I scanned the streets and roofs, covering any sign of struggle that could be found on me. I was not about to be intercepted. When I returned, the door was locked again with a key on it. On the key was a shock collar, tied on tightly. I scoffed, he installed a electric fence under the warehouse... When'd he have time to do that? I unlocked the door and strolled in, leaving the key inside the door.

John was fine, he hadn't moved from the spot, Gavin looked ready to pass out from overheating, Ghost was rationing tea to himself. "I need calming pills or something..." He muttered under his breath when I walked in, during which he jumped in shock and glared at me.

"How'd it go?" Gavin asked. He looked like he was going through a slight heatstroke.

"Tell Moriarty 'It went alright, I guess'." I said, "'didn't work, but we have another alcoholic off the streets.' What's been going on over here?"

"Nothing." Ghost growled under his breath.

"It's been rather boring, to be honest." Gavin said, "oh, apart from the fact the Ghost went Casket and tried to stab his way out, that was fairly interesting."

"... He stabbed at the walls?"

"No, at John. he thought attempting to murder John would have Moriarty bring someone in here to stop him" Gavin looked fairly amused, "I had to pretend to be Johnathan" 'Toast' He coughed into his hand, "in order to stop him. It was a little funny to see him break down crying afterward, but I digress. He made us return to where we were afterward."

"I'm glad you got amusement from my mental breakdown." Ghost muttered from the corner, threateningly.

"Now what." I asked, looking around, "now what now what... Are we able to examine the area?"

"Nope." Ghost sighed. He looked mildly traumatized.

"What happened when you did?" i asked.

He looked startled I knew. "He texted us a picture of Toast tied up." Ghost shook his head, "it st-ucks that he has that kind of leverage on me, I just want to shoot him and stab him rrrrrrrrrrrggghhh..." He faded into inaudible noise from where I stood.

Gavin got a text, "Its been thirty minutes let the tests begi-" He was cut off as the door burst open, "-n. Can I take off this coat now?"

"Go ahead." Moriarty said, strolling in. A sniper dot appeared on everone's chest, so they could see it. Except Gavin.

"No." I muttered, disappointed.

"Sorry Sherlock." Gavin shrugged, "I'm a criminal, and a good actor if I do say so myself. I did fool you three, didn't I?" I started to pick up on an avalanche of things I didn't realize before because of the coat, Gavin's body was never tense, he had been calm this whole time like he was out of danger, even though he was the one with a bomb on him. I finally got to see it in whole. It was disarmed.

"How did I no-"

"When your target is hidden under a coat its hard to see the bomb strapped to their chest." Moriarty pointed out, smiling. Ghost, I need you to come with me again.

"Why, so you can shove me off another stabbing building!? Ghost hissed at the man with the upper ground, "I don't think so."

Gavin rolled his eyes. "He still has Jo-"

"FINE." Ghost snapped, marching over to Moriarty, who brought him outside, where an engine could be heard stalling. Whatever it was drove off. Gavin got a text from Moriarty a couple minutes later.

"Well you two are both free to go. I'll see you around." He grinned at us.

"What on Earth is he offering you for you to work with him," John asked, not happy with the situation.

Gavin shrugged, "Freedom, to say the least. Now I've got to run. Lots to do and all. Oh, but I think I'm supposed to-"

"Don't." I said.

"Nope, I'm supposed to borrow John. Goodbye Sherlock." I went to try to stop him, but with a loud gust of wind and a flash of green, he was gone.

And so was John.

I was alone.

I decided to contact Mycroft.

--Toast's PoV--

It was an alarm clock, I heard it going off, but it turns out they had bombs hooked to it in the floor below mine. The explosion end my body flying, and I woke up in a clothes store. Gasping, I left, not knowing what to do. I didn't know where I was.

I wandered around for about thirty minutes attempting to grasp my bearings when a large car slammed into me.

Thirty minutes later, shot in the chest.

I sighed in slight relief after I respawned. I'm the test subject with free range.

Then I realized, this means he's captured Ghost.

"Crap."