Love of Heaven and Hell

We're Going on a Victor Hunt

"Sorry John, but I don't think this is the best time to be setting up a date." Sherlock pointed out, slouching against the wall a little bit.
"Of course I'm not asking him out, he can help us. He can come with us, and if we see Victor we can dangle him out on a string or something, make sure the two of them get to know each other, see where I'm going here?" John asked with a little bit of an excited air to him.
"Brilliant." Sherlock said with approval.
"So, here you are." John said, handing Sherlock the number and his cell phone.
"Wait, you want me to do this?" Sherlock asked in surprise.
"Of course, you were the one he gave the number to, he wouldn't want me calling. This is your time to shine Sherlock." John laughed. Sherlock groaned, but took the phone and began punching the numbers in.
"If this doesn't work I'm going to kill you." He decided, but hit the call button. John could hear the little dings of the phone as it rang, and Sherlock kind of sat on the banister and kicked his feet against the wood as he waited. John didn't have time to tell him the wood was probably damaged before he heard the phone get picked up.
"Hello?" asked a confused voice behind the phone.
"Um, hi, I doubt you remember me, but I was at the shop, what was it, like three or four days ago?" Sherlock asked, sounding extremely nervous.
"Sorry sir, you'll have to be more specific." The voice said.
"Well, I was there with my friend, my name is Sherlock, we were there for the baby shower." Sherlock pointed out.
"Were you the tall one, with the curly black hair?" the voice asked, sounding very hopeful. John gave him thumbs up, and Sherlock looked remotely scared.
"Yes, that's me." Sherlock agreed.
"Well it's very nice to hear from you, why are you calling may I ask?" he asked.
"Oh, well..." Sherlock stopped. John frowned; he suddenly realized he hadn't told Sherlock just what to say. "I um, just want to meet up." Sherlock shrugged.
"That's fine with me, as long as you're not some creep." the voice laughed. If only he knew...
"No, I'm not, I certainly hope you aren't as well." Sherlock said with a fake laugh.
"Not to worry Sherlock, I'm not. I'm Matt by the way." The voice clarified.
"Is," John held up five fingers. "Five okay?" Sherlock asked. John imitated drinking and then stumbled around to show that he meant a bar. "At the bar?"
"That sounds fine with me, I'll see you there!" Matt agreed.
"Brilliant, see you." Sherlock agreed. He hung up the phone instantly and groaned, sliding off the banister and frowning at John.
"That was awkward." He decided.
"That Matt guy seemed pretty happy to have the opportunity to get to see you again." John pointed out.
"Well, I guess I'm a likable guy." Sherlock shrugged. Heck ya you are.
"Well then, let's get you ready for your big date!" John said with a laugh, steering Sherlock out the door and back to the car.

It took about twenty minutes for Sherlock to get ready, so they had the rest of the day to waste until five o'clock. John spent it mostly researching this Matt guy, but with only his first name and his job it wasn't that much to go on. So finally, at four thirty, John and Sherlock, who was all suited up and looking stunning, went out to the car. From the outside they looked perfectly normal, Sherlock in a nice shirt and pants and John in his usual jeans and tee shirt, but then you'd realize John had a knife in his belt and Sherlock had a shot gun concealed in his pocket.
"Are you excited?" John teased as they drove to the bar.
"I forget what this guy even looks like." Sherlock admitted.
"Well, I think he's blonde." John shrugged.
"That's a start I suppose." Sherlock laughed.
"You know the plan then?" John asked.
"I guess so, it's not very good though." Sherlock pointed out.
"All we have to do is explain the situation in a more normal and less threatening context." John pointed out.
"And then dangle him out in the street like a slab of meat." Sherlock pointed out.
"Pretty much." John agreed with a laugh, parking a good three blocks away from the bar just in case Victor remembered what their car looked like. They walked the rest of the way, and by the time they got there they were a couple of minutes late. John hoped this Matt guy wasn't disappointed to see both of them, but it was necessary. This wouldn't be a date anyway, it was a tactical investigation. Sherlock walked in first, tall and slightly intimidating when he was dressed up all spiffy.
"Ah, Sherlock!" said a happy voice from inside. John walked in just in time to see Matt making his way through the crowd, smiling up at Sherlock. John had been right, he had blonde hair and pale blue eyes, like ice or something, with pale skin and a nice grey shirt on. With this combination he looked extremely pale, like a ghost or something, but his smile and expression looked human enough.
"Hello Matt." Sherlock said with a smile, but he looked very scared, as if one wrong move will permanently ruin the whole thing.
"Oh, hello." Matt said, looking at John with his smile dropping slightly.
"Hi." John said, waving halfheartedly. What was it with these gay guys and their pretty eyes, and for some reason they all hated John's very presence?
"Want to get a table?" Sherlock asked gesturing to the booths in the back.
"I guess so." Matt agreed. Sherlock lead the pack through the crowd, with Matt following and John tagging along like a dreaded third wheel. Sherlock picked a booth in the far back corner, just so no one would over hear them, and slid into the booth. Matt sat across from him and frowned at John as he sat next to Sherlock, almost territorially. Obviously the boy had no idea what was going on, he had thought this was going to be a date and John showed up along with said date.
"I'm sure you're wondering what is going on..." Sherlock started.
"Yep." Matt agreed, glaring at John to get out of the table and leave them be.
"But this isn't a date." Sherlock ended. Matt looked extremely disappointed.
"Then what did you call me down here for?" Matt demanded, crossing his arms and looking around, as if wondering where a better place to go would be.
"We need you to help us with someone, we're looking for someone and we thought you could help us." John said.
"Have you ever seen this man, Victor Trevor?" Sherlock asked, sliding the picture from the fridge over to Matt so he could see.
"I wish I did." Matt laughed, picking up the picture and studying it carefully.
"Well, lucky for you, we want you to meet him. The problem is we have no idea where to find him." John admitted.
"So what am I supposed to do?" Matt asked sassily, obviously thinking of what better things he could be doing with his life.
"Well, he's also, um..." Sherlock started.
"Gay." John clarified, smiling through an awkward pause. Matt looked sort of offended, but Sherlock looked pretty offended.
"Yes, and we think he'll be interested in you." Sherlock pointed out.
"And here I thought it would be a dull night." Matt laughed.
"Thanks." Sherlock snapped.
"No, like, after he came." Matt assured, looking at John with a frown.
"Thanks." John muttered.
"You're welcome. Now what do I do, win a prize, pick the lucky number?" Matt asked. He was quite sassy, which was extremely annoying.
"No, you just act drunk and hit on every guy you see." Sherlock assured.
"Brilliant." Matt laughed. John eyed his suspiciously, he looked way too eager for this particular assignment.
"But if you see this guy make sure to turn on the charm, we need him; we need to follow him home okay?" John asked.
"Am I allowed to ask why?" Matt asked, looking kind of taken aback.
"Nope." John said with a smile. Sherlock smiled at him as well, as if they were trying to convince him that they weren't psycho murderers, they were actually sweet and sensitive people that wanted to stalk a guy home and slice his throat open with a silver dagger.
"That's it?" Matt asked.
"That's it." Sherlock agreed.
"What do I get in return?" he asked, squinting his eyes suspiciously.
"You get a free pass to flirt with whoever the heck you want!" John pointed out, as if that were a good enough reason to accept their offer.
"What about this Victor guy, I flirt with him, lead you to his place and you swoop in and what?"
"That's none of your concern." John pointed out.
"You're not going to hurt him are you?" Matt asked.
"We just need to talk." Sherlock assured.
"Okay then." Matt muttered, not looking very convinced with this plan.
"Don't worry about a think, just play your part and we'll play ours." John decided.
"At least let me have a drink with you beforehand." Matt decided, looking at Sherlock hopefully. Sherlock looked over at John for permission, but they could both tell this would be part of the bargain.
"Make it quick." John decided. Matt smiled and slid out of the booth, followed quickly by Sherlock as soon as John would let him out of the booth. So here John was again, sitting in a booth, swishing some scotch around in a glass and watching Sherlock and some guy that wasn't him go on a date. Once again, not John's ideal night out. The two of them seemed to get along fine, but it was obvious Matt was way more into Sherlock than Sherlock was into him. He kept edging closer, buying Sherlock drink after drink, and Sherlock barely drank them. John was pretty sure Sherlock couldn't hold alcohol very well, which would be a tactical disadvantage when they went werewolf hunting. Eventually John went over to break the two up, just as Matt was downing his fourth drink of the night.
"You better get going." John decided, clapping him on the shoulder to make sure he realized this was his time.
"On the sidewalk?" he asked.
"Yep." John agreed.
"Brilliant." Matt decided, slipping off his chair and wobbling slightly. At least he didn't have to act like a drunk. "And I'll see you, you beautiful specimen, when this is all over." Matt decided, ruffling Sherlock's hair like a dog and smiling over excitedly. Sherlock ducked away from him in shock, but Matt only laughed and wobbled away.
"He's something." Sherlock decided, hopping off his stool as well, and blinking a little bit.
"You're not drunk are you?" John asked with a laugh.
"Me?" Sherlock laughed, his eyes rolling a little bit in his head. "No..." but his words were slurred and John just laughed.
"You need to pull yourself together mate." John pointed out. He heard a little yell, and Matt went spiraling away from a particularly muscular guy, who had obviously just loudly rejected him.
"Your loss!" Matt yelled, spinning out the door.
"We should probably watch him." Sherlock pointed out, wobbly pointing to the door.
"But Victor can't see us." John debated.
"Victor, oh who ever cared about..." Sherlock paused. "Victor?"
"No idea, but now we've got to take care of him once and for all." John pointed out. Sherlock stared at John for a long while, as if trying to decide whether or not to trust him.
"You've got a pretty face." He decided.
"Oh my god, you are so drunk." John laughed, grabbing Sherlock's hand and pulling him through the crowd. Matt was now on the street, loudly talking and laughing at random guys, making a complete fool out of himself as usual. John groaned, how could they ever have thought this was going to work?
"Is the sidewalk moving?" Sherlock asked faintly as they walked down the street to try to find a good observational hiding spot.
"No, you are moving. That's what happens when you walk." John pointed out.
"I've never drunken that much alcohol before." Sherlock muttered.
"I can just tell you're a party person." John agreed with a laugh.
"Not...really." Sherlock sighed. John lead him through the street and finally around a corner into a small alley, where they were able to survey what was going on safely. Matt was still at it, they couldn't hear what he was saying but now he was talking to some dude, who was holding hands with a girl. Even from here they could make out the disgusted look in his face, and finally he said something and Matt spun on his heel, away from them.
"I hope he doesn't get arrested." John muttered. "I can't get him out of jail, and I would especially like to keep out of the police station."
"John have you ever had a boyfriend?" Sherlock asked with slurred words.
"No, now shut up." John insisted, but he couldn't help feeling a pang of hope in his heart. What did Sherlock mean by that, could he dare consider that Sherlock was at least a tiny bit interested in him?
"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" Sherlock asked again.
"Yes." John said, taking a deep breath, but not going down memory lane to remember her.
"Was she pretty?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes." John muttered.
"Then why'd you leave her?" Sherlock asked.
"I didn't...there he is!" John exclaimed, holding Sherlock back with one hand and ducking farther behind the corner.
"Oh, who is it?" Sherlock asked excitedly.
"Victor, shut up Sherlock!" John hissed.