So...what do ya'll think so far? -AB
Ch.14
After heading back to the house after Wal Mart, Sherlock and John met up with the delivery guys for the bed. Sherlock had ordered a nice headboard John had his eye on, but John didn't know until he saw them carry it in. "Sherlock!" John said, not being able to hide his smile.
"Yes, my dear doctor?" Sherlock asked, innocently.
"How did you know I wanted this?" John asked, as he pointed the way for the delivery men to carry it upstairs.
"I saw your face light up when you looked at it. Not a difficult deduction," Sherlock said smirking.
"You spoil me," John said, wrapping his arms around the detective. Sherlock kissed John sweetly.
"You deserve it. Putting up with me deserves a medal of some sort," he said, smirking.
"You're not that bad," John said, smiling.
"Alright, guys. That's it," one of the delivery men told them coming down the stairs.
"Thank you," Sherlock said.
"Yes, thank you," John said.
"No problem. See ya," the other delivery guy said. Both men nodded and left the two men alone. John giggled, for no reason at all. He was just so deliriously happy, he couldn't help it.
"What?" Sherlock asked his giggling doctor.
"Just happy is all," John said. "You make me happy," Sherlock smiled and took John into his arms again.
"That's the plan," Sherlock said, kissing John lightly on the lips. John sighed a little and smiled even bigger after he kissed him.
"So...should we put the bed together?" John asked, smiling still.
"Yeah. You got the tool set, right?" Sherlock asked, taking off his coat and scarf.
"Yes. Its out in the truck. I'll get it," John said, opening the door and going outside to the truck. John unlocked the truck and was grabbing the bags out, when his phone buzzed. He raised an eyebrow and set the bags back down on the floor. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. It read BLOCKED NUMBER. Shit, who the hell is that? he thought. He answered. "Hello?"
"Hello...John...," a raspy voice said.
"Who is this?" John asked, anxiety growing.
"I think you know...You are with your genius, so you shouldn't be that stupid. Ha...ha...ha...," it continued. John quickly made mental notes about everything he heard. Cars, rushing by in the background, voice, male, late 30's, British, fucking creepy ass voice, he thought. He could be anywhere...
"Ok...what is this about?" John asked. He was getting pissed off now.
"You know very well what this is about, Doctor John Watson. I want to give you a warning...you and your little boyfriend...back off. This is my one and only warning," the man said. Fuck me...John thought.
"Fine. Whatever. Just know...leave us alone. I know who you are and what you have been doing. But, I am warning you...I was in the military and I could kill you and make it look like a fucking accident," John spat.
"Ha...ha...ha...bravery of the soldier. It always amuses me. Byyyyyeeeee!" the man squeaked and hung up. He sounded just like Moriarty...so much so it made John shake with not only anger but fear as well. God fucking damn it! John thought. He shoved the phone back into his pocket and grabbed the bags and slammed the truck door. He stormed back into the house and slammed the door behind him.
