The Thrill of the Chase (Johnlock/Mystrade Teen!Lock)

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter 25

John's POV

I looked at my boyfriend sceptically. "Are we really going to do this?"

Sherlock looked at me with an adorable, puzzled look on his face. "Why, yes of course. This is the only possible way out if such a dilemma."

"Sherlock, we're going to break in to Moriarty and Sebastian's room," I reminded him.

"No, I am going to break in, you're watching the door."

"Whatever. Shall we go now?"

Sherlock nodded and led me down the long hall to Moriarty's room. Sherlock knocked, and when there was no response, he picked the lock and went in. "Remember," he told me, looking at me, "If anyone comes, tap your fingers on the door and hold them off. Count to sixty then let them in. I'll jump out the window in that case."

I nodded as Sherlock silently closed the door, a bag over his shoulder, as he went to steal evidence of Mycroft and Greg kissing on the beach.

Everyone else was swimming and surfing, and Sherlock and I were stealing things. This camp had changed me. I was stealing things off of villains, lost my virginity to a male, and had almost drowned.

I stood there for a long while, before Sherlock opened the door and flew out, his bag now full of technology.

We ran back to our room and locked the door. I sat down on the cushiony carpet, and Sherlock joined me, putting the technology in front of us.

"Use gloves, and try get into these, okay?" An iPod and a cellphone were put in front of me. Sherlock had two laptops in front of him, and his gloved fingers were tapping away at the keys.

I got up and put on my gloves, before I sat back down and tried to get into them. "They're password protected," I commented.

Sherlock sighed impatiently. "Yes, that's why you have to think about it. Come on, we'll need to return these soon."

It was Tuesday evening, which meant movie night, so hopefully after swimming they'd get changed down in the little huts by the beach and then go straight through to the large lounging area, without coming back for anything.

I was typing in a pass code into the cellphone when it buzzed, indicating a text message. "Sherlock..."

Sherlock grabbed the phone out of my hand. He typed in a passcode telling me it is '4321' before reading the text message. A dark cloud passed over Sherlock's features before going back to neutral. "We need to see

Mycroft, immediately."

I had to jog in order to keep up with Sherlock as he briskly walked down to the lounging area. He had hidden all if the electronics belonging to Moriarty and Sebastian under the bed, but brought along the cellphone with him.

We went over to Mycroft when we got into the room occupied by the students, and Sherlock bent over and whispered something into Mycroft's ear.

"Bugger!" Mycroft whispered, getting up and following Sherlock out of the room. I followed the Holmes boys closely, and we all entered mine and Sherlock's room.

Sherlock pulled out the laptops and other equipment, and he helped Sherlock hack into it all, since I was apparently deemed incapable of such a thing.

"Sherlock, you mustn't go out there by yourself," Mycroft said as he tapped away on an iPod, deleting pictures and emails.

"And I don't mean you can just take John. I'll be out there too."