I Think We Need Counseling

Chapter 2

POV John

I turned the key and enter my dark flat quietly, not wanting to wake Sherlock. I slowly walked up all 17 steps before heading to the couch to sit for a while and think things over. Sherlock was spread out on the couch, I think he had fallen asleep waiting for me, but I could be wrong. I went to the kitchen and started to make a couple cups of tea. I knew he wouldn't stay asleep for long and I thought it'd be nice if he woke up and had something warm to drink.

He started to move when I approached the couch. I handed him his cup and he lifted his legs up so I could sit under them. We sat there with his legs in my lap, sipping tea for several minutes before I broke the ice.

"Have you thought about my text?" I asked him quietly as I set my tea on the table next to me.

"Yes." he replied in his deep baritone voice.

"So, am I packing a bag or going to go take a shower?" I asked, I was hoping for the shower but I could always go crash at Harry's. At my suggestion he curled his legs up to his chest and leaned towards me. His face was inches from my face and I really wanted to kiss him.

"Shower," he whispered as he leaned in and kissed me. "and I'm coming with." So with that we got up and headed to the nice warm shower, Just me and Sherly.

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POV Greg

I walked up our steps but paused at the door. I was worried about what I would see when I opened the door. Last time I left I came home to find that several pieces of furniture had been knocked over and that a couple doors had been unhinged.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. None of the furniture was knocked over, thank god!  I hung up my coat and walked into the kitchen, that's where I found Myc. His eyes were red from crying and there were several bottles of various alcoholic beverages in front of him, most empty.  He was about to take another swig from  a bottle of scotch when he saw me. He stopped with his drink only inches from his lips. His hand was shaking as he slowly set it back on the table and let loose another round of sobs.

I ran to his side and wrapped him up in my arms. His body convulsing as he wailed into my shoulder. I started to rub his back to try to calm him down but it didn't work. He just wailed louder. So  finally I gave up  and just waited until he was done. When Myc regained his breath he took his head away from my shoulder and stared me in the eyes.

"Have you thought about what I said?" I whispered in his ear as he placed his head on my shoulder again.

"Yes," he replied softly. "and I'll go... on one condition... you never leave again...ever." As he told me this he rose so that he could go to bed. He stumbled as he stood so I wrapped his arms around me and lifted him up.

We made slow progress up the stairs. Myc fell several times, and each time I helped him back up and we continued slower. When  we finally got to our room I undressed Myc and put him in the bed. Then I went and changed myself before getting in next to him. He rolled over to face me when I finally laid down.

"You... never... answered.'' he whispered in the darkness.

I reached my arms out and wrapped them around his warm body. He snuggled into me and began to kiss the side of my neck.

"I'm not going anywhere." I told him as I kissed him softly and pulled him closer.

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POV Jim

I heard the door click shut and my hand instinctively reached for my gun. I was about to pull it out from behind me when Molly entered the room. Her face lit up when she saw me and I felt my hand ho limp. I almost shot her! A chill ran down my spine as she walked closer to me. She kissed me on the cheek and hugged me. When I finally got a hold of myself I hugged her back and kissed her, but I didn't want to push her, she was still mad. I almost shot her! I thought again. I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if I shot her.

*flashback

I was sitting at my desk on my computer. I clicked on Google and typed in "Sherlock Holmes."  I got several hit's and began reading up on my future opponent. He works at St. Bart's... interesting. I opened another tab and typed in St. Bart's hospital employees. I scrolled threw the names and found the one I was looking for. Molly Hooper...

When she pulled away I rested my head on her shoulder. She kissed me on the forehead and we went and sat on the couch. She was wearing the same outfit she was when I first met her, I could just barely see the coffee stain...

"Oh, I-I am s-so s-sorry. I didn't mean to..." said Molly. I had just bumped into her and made her spill her coffee on me. It burned but it was worth it.

"No, it's my fault. I ran into you, here let me buy you a new coffee." I said as I carefully wiped the stain off my pants with the napkins she had given me.

"Oh. no." she said looking down. I had also accidentally spilt some coffee on her yellow dress. The stain was dark in contrast with the light yellow.

"Here, I'm so sorry." I said handing her a new drink. "Can I join you?" she had moved to a booth and was sitting down when I handed her the drink.

"Sure..." She replied.

I was snapped back to th present when she set her hand on mine and snuggled into my lap. I stroked her hair as she coughed gently, to clear her throat.

 "Jim?" she asked breaking the silence.

"Yes love?" I asked, dreading the upcoming question.

"Will you go to counseling?" I thought a moment about how I should reply. Then I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it gently.

"Anything for you love." I told her as she turned her head and smiled up at me.