Alone on Baker Street

Chapter Six

John awoke to a soft patch of sunlight on his face. He realized he was in his own bed and smiled, although he wished Sherlock was lying beside him. Oh well. He put on his dressing gown and went downstairs for some tea.

"Sherlock?" John walked into the kitchen.

"Shower!" Sherlock called from the bathroom. "I put a kettle on. Can you check my email?"

John sat at the chair by Sherlock's email. He browsed through a few minor cases, and, all of the sudden, a new email popped up. John was intrigued, and clicked on it.

When John read the email, his eyes grew wide. "Sh-Sherlock! It's important!"

He heard the bathroom door open, and out emerged Sherlock, a single towel wrapped around his waist. "What is it, John?"

Momentarily, John found himself distracted by the chiseled curves and muscles of Sherlock's shirtless body. He took in his pecs, his abs, his delicate hipbones, and the small trail of hair that led to...

"John, what is it??"

John snapped out of his trance. He moved the laptop so Sherlock could read what was on the screen.

DID YOU MISS ME???
-JM
P.S. 169 CROWN ROAD. 6:00 P.M.

"This...this has to be fake. I eliminated every part of Moriarty's network." Sherlock looked level-headed, but a little tense.

"Did you...eliminate him?" John asked.

"I didn't have to. On the roof, shortly before you called, he killed himself. He put a gun in his mouth and pull the trigger. He. Died." Sherlock exhaled quickly and walked back to the bathroom, shutting the door loudly behind him.

John knew Sherlock wasn't frustrated at him, but at the situation. Whoever sent this email must be a horrible person.

All the sudden, an idea struck him. John had remembered a few things from his college days, and one of the classes he took was computer engineering. An IP address was easily accessible if one was smart enough. He set to work, determined to find the person that had distressed his Sherlock so much.

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"THE LONDON BLOODY TOWER!" John yelled into the bathroom a few minutes later. Sherlock emerged, with only a pair of pajama pants on. He was towel drying his raven curls.

"What?" Sherlock asked, bewildered.

"The IP address. I traced it back to the London Tower."

"How did you manage--"

"That's not the point. Who from the London Tower would want to screw with us this badly--oh."

"Mycroft." Sherlock looked infuriated. "Why the HELL would he--"

"Sherlock. Are we sure this isn't Moriarty? He did break into the Tower of London once."

"He's dead, John. I saw him on the roof, bleeding. I saw his breathing stop, and his eyes glaze over."

"I thought I saw you die. I s-saw your eyes glaze over and your pulse was 0 and you weren't breathing. But you...you were alive."

Sherlock looked deflated. "Oh John, I'm so sorry." He brought John into a tight hug.

John loved the feel of Sherlock's bare skin on him, but he mostly loved the warmth of their love radiating from their embrace.

"So, what do we do, Sherlock?" John whispered.

"We show up at 169 Crown Road at 6 o'clock sharp. We see what this...mystery person wants or has. But for now," Sherlock gently pulled John from him. "For now, we have a little time to kill." He smiled seductively.

John blushed, and smiled as well. His right hand went on Sherlock's chest, making him gasp quietly. John ran his hand down to Sherlock's hipbones. He then used his other hand to do the same thing. He felt the ridges and curves of Sherlock's muscular body under his fingertips. Sherlock was quivering slightly under his touch.

"John." Sherlock said breathlessly.

John smiled. He raised himself to his tiptoes to press his lips onto Sherlock's. The kiss immediately got out of hand, Sherlock taking control and pushing John onto the couch. Sherlock laid on top of him, pinning him down. Their lips were passionately locking and unlocking, their breathing ragged. Sherlock then began kissing John's neck, and the only thing John could do was moan. Their lips met once again, and John's hands again started running up and down Sherlock's chest and back. Sherlock moaned as well, a beautiful, deep moan.

John felt Sherlock's tongue slowly start to enter his mouth, and his body almost convulsed with the pleasure. "Mmmmore."

Sherlock did as John commanded, kissing him with a ferocity that John loved. John's hands moved to Sherlock's hair, tangling themselves in his curls.

With some reluctance, Sherlock broke from the kiss, and sat up. John followed his lead.

"John, I love you. So much. I'm in love with you, with every ounce of my being. I just wanted you to know what. Will you be my...my boyfriend?"

John gave a small laugh, his eyes misty because of the words Sherlock had just said. "Of course I will, Sherlock. God, I've wanted you to ask that for so long. I love you too, so much."

Sherlock kissed John's forehead. "My beautiful boyfriend. The one I've wanted for so long. Promise me you'll never leave me."

"Sherlock, I promise, as long as I live, I will never leave you."

Sherlock smiled one of his genuine, happy smiles. The one he only reserves for John. "Good." he said, and wrapped his arms around John, both men wanting to stay like that forever.