For Only You (Teenlock!/Johnlock)

Chapter 9: Secrets Untold

John's P.O.V

He won't find out. No, this ones on me. I will hunt down this Moriarty if it kills me.

Knocking on the large door of those appointed to the kids with higher status, I bounced nervously; this would either go very well or extremely badly.

Fuck it.

The door swung open, and I was faced with a guy I'd seen with Sherlock a few times.

"Hey.. er, Greg..? Is that right?"

He cracked a wide smile, laughter glinting in his eyes. Shaking my hand, he properly introduced himself, "Yeah, Greg Lestrade. And you're John.. Watson?"

"I sure am," I replied, returning his smile. He waved at me to come in, patting my shoulder as I walked in. Someone who must be Mycroft stood up to er.. greet me.

His gaze was emotionless as he scanned me up and down, shoulders tense and back straight. He was deducing me. Great.

"Gregory, I'll meet you in law studies. If you could give us a minute." His tone was flat, although slightly warm as he said Greg's name... interesting.

I watched as Greg just smiled and grabbed one fine looking leather jacket from off a chair, with that he bid goodbye.

"That's fine Myc... I'll see you later, my Cariad. Bye, John." Mycroft began blushing furiously, I chuckled at his embarrassment.

I laughed. "I know I few Welsh words, too. But that's not what I'm here for, mate."

Coughing, he fixed his already perfectly best suit and gestured for me to take a seat. Normally, I wouldn't sit down, especially for someone as condescending as this guy seemed to be, but this was for Sherlock.

"I think I am right in understanding that you are my brother's... partner. I also know that at some point he would have told you that I am his arch enemy and the most dangerous man you could ever meet. Always the drama queen. Anyhow, seeing as you are here I gather that he does not know, judging by your uneasiness, you would rather it stays that way. Out with it, Watson, I don't have all day."

I bit my tongue. His tone ticked me off, but I wouldn't rise to it. This was for Sherlock, and I wouldn't rise to his prick of a brother.

"Moriarty- Jim Moriarty, I need all the information you can get on this man. And an associate he calls Sebby, so probably Sebastian. Everything you can get, I need it. Okay?" His face flickered with fleeting emotion; shock, anger, surprise and recognition of my words. It disappeared as quickly as it had arrived and was replaced by his stone cold mask.

"Why would I do that, John? Surely you know that this is classified information." I rolled my eyes at his words; he was supposed to be a genius.

"This is for your brother, not at his request, but at mine. This bastard needs taking down and I am more than willing to do it, by any means necessary."

He stepped closer, truly looming over me. His eyes were calculating, expecting me to be lying probably. Standing up to face him, I let my exterior fall, just enough to show him that I was serious. Although, I didn't let him see everything, it's not my place to tell people. With a short sharp nod, he pointed towards the door, but before I opened it, he cleared his throat and held his palm up.

"I understand that you and my brother are somewhat close, so I gather you know how he is doing rather well. I am willing to pay you a generous sum of money to help you get along... if you could just give me information. Nothing you'd be uncomfortable with sharing or he with I knowing."