Three Long Years Without John (a Johnlock fanfiction)

The Threat

Chapter 9

The plane ride seemed to take forever. They stopped in New York to refuel. Toni thought about getting out and running away, but then she thought, "where would I go?" They finally got to an airport in L.A. She saw her family waiting for her along with some paparazzi. She got out and pretended to be happy to see them, for the cameras. She gave them a hug, cried, and hugged some more. They got into he dad's car and started driving back to their house. Her parents started ranting about how embarrassed they were by her, but Toni wasn't listening. She stared out the window silently. She was sad and angry. But most of all she felt sorry for Sherlock. He was all alone now, having to face Moran by himself. She knew that he could have no trouble getting rid of him, but finding him he needed all the help he could get. Sebastian had moved out of 221c and they were in the middle of trying to track him down. She wondered how long it would be until he could see his John again. She smiled as she thought about his reaction when John found out Sherlock wasn't dead.  

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Sherlock had been staying with Molly for a few days now.  

"This is risky. What if someone sees you?" She would say to him time and time again. Sherlock never really answered when she talked to him, he just sat on the couch thinking. Of course he knew this was a huge risk staying here, but he had nowhere else to go. Mycroft had offered to hide him away somewhere where no one would ever find him, but his stubbornness made him say no. The phone starts to ring.  

"I'll get it." Molly said as she made her way to the landline.  

"Hello?"  

"Get him on the phone." The voice on the other end demanded.  

"I'm sorry, who is this?" Molly asked confused.  

"Don't play games with me girl, I know he's here." The mans voice sounded threatening. Molly glanced at Sherlock nervously.  

"Who is speaking?"  

"GET HIM ON THE PHONE!" The man shouted. Molly jumped almost dropping the phone. Sherlock looked at her curiously.  

"Uh..." She handed him the phone, "it's for you." Sherlock arched an eyebrow and took the phone in his hand, 

"... Hello?" He said in a soft deep voice.  

He heard the other voice laugh, "you sound scared." 

"Cautious." Sherlock corrected.  

"Whatever," the man said flatly, "I understand that you are not following our instructions." 

"Which are?" 

"Die." He said like it was obvious, "you were supposed to jump off the building and die." He could hear the man growing frustrated.  

"Is this Moran?" Sherlock asked frowning.  

He heard him laugh, "well that took a while for you to figure out. I'm disappointed."  

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "why call me? Why now? I assume you already knew I was still alive." 

"True, but you are a hard man to get in touch with."  

Sherlock made a growl under his breathe, "what do you want?" 

"Your head, basically. I was given orders and I will fulfill them even if it kills me." 

Sherlock smirked, "it seems like you had a thing for Jim." It was silent for a moment and Sherlock smirked more like "yeah that's right bitch".  

"He was a friend," Sebastian said softly, "but that's not the subject. We will meet tomorrow at midnight." 

"Where?" 

"The graveyard. I think it would be best to kill you and then burry you, don't you think?" 

"What makes you think I would meet you there? I could just leave." 

"I know you won't do that. You see John doesn't know who I am so he doesn't know how dangerous I am." 

Sherlock grew nervous, but he kept his voice calm and cool, "and how is that a threat?" 

Moran chuckled, "he thinks I'm his therapist. I could kill him anytime I want, it would be easy too. He visits me everyday." He sighed, "I really want to kill him. Do you know how much torture it is to listen to that mans problems?" 

Sherlock grit his teeth, "don't. You. DARE. Touch him."  

He laughed again, "we'll see." Then the line went dead. Sherlock threw the phone at the couch.  

"So..." Molly said trying to find out what the call was about.  

"Shut up for a minute," Sherlock snapped, "I need to think." He sat back down and templed his hands. Molly looked at him with concern, then left knowing he wanted to be alone. Sherlock thought about how he would defeat Moran. He thought about John. He was so close! He just had to get rid of Sebastian then he could be with his blogger again. "My blogger" he thought "John. My John." He closes his eyes trying to picture his face when he was smiling. When he was with him and happy. "John. My John." 

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Sorry this took a while! Been really busy with stuffs, plus writers block is a bitch. Not sure when 10 will be done. Please vote, comment, and share. THANKS! 

-JM

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