The Science of Blood, Bombs and Brothers//BOOK ONE

Chapter 25~ Know Who's Boss

John's P.O.V

"Evening."

The look of shock on Sherlock's face felt like a punch in the gut. His raised hand begins to lower, eyes widely staring at me.

Oh Sherlock, I think, swallowing. Please, please don't think that I am Moriarty.

But from the look on his face i think he does. The voice in my ear speaks and I copy.

"This is a turn-up, isn't it, Sherlock?" I say.

"John," he replies softly in disbelief. "What the hell?"

"Bet you never saw this coming."

Sherlock begins to walk towards me, slowly, untrustingly it might seem. My face cringes as the voice speaks once again. Taking my hands out of my pockets I pull the jacket open. The bomb strapped to my chest makes me feel heavy and horrible. A sniper's laser lands on the bomb. The voice speaks.

"What.... would you like me.... to make him say.... next?" I repeat slowly. Sherlock looks around the pool searching for anyone else who might be around. There isn't though. Apart from the sniper it's just myself, Sherlock and the voice in my ear which has spoken again.

"Gottle o' gear.... gottle o' gear.... gottle o' gear," I swallow.

"Stop it," Sherlock says.

"Nice touch, this: the pool where little Carl died. I stopped him-" I frown, swallowing again as the voice continues to speak.

"I can stop John Watson too," I say, looking down at my chest where the laser is wandering on the bomb.

"Stop his heart."

"Who are you?" Sherlock calls, turning on the spot as he continues to look around.

It was then that a door opens at the end of the pool behind me. The clicks of heels hitting the tile floor made me frown. I look at Sherlock, eyebrows drawn in slight confusion. And i thought that he was shocked before. Turns out I was wrong.

He looks so young, like a twelve year old boy who's entire life turned out to be a lie. His face was pale making his sharp cheekbones and eyes stand out even more. His jaw had literally fallen open in shock. His eyes stare past me and I wanted to turn and see who it was that had given Sherlock such a nasty surprise.

"You weren't nearly this surprised when I turned up a couple days ago," a familiar voice says, making my own jaw drop.

"Teddy," Sherlock whispers. Her footsteps continue to make their way towards us.

"Oh, i'm not Moriarty by the way," she says. "Just one of his employees. One of his favorites, actually..... for one reason or another."

Sherlock's pained expression is one i've never seen before. It frightened me.

"Teddy, what.... how....."

"It's quite simple, really," she replies, her footsteps stopping beside me. I look at her with a bewildered expression. She didn't seem to care.

"He found me in America and it turns out that we're quite the team."

Sherlock shakes his head, still not able to believe it. I couldn't believe it. I never thought that Teddy would actually be one of the people behind all of this. She's Sherlock's little sister for God's sake!

"No, Teddy, this can't be true," Sherlock says, staring at his little sister. Teddy laughs, throwing her hair back.

"Sherly, do you see any bombs on me?" she says, throwing her arms up in the air.