Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 16 - Doctor or Detective?

John's P.O.V;

I squeezed the shampoo into my palm and rubbed it into my scalp. Running my fingers through my short hair while the hot water cascaded down my back I couldn't help my face continuing to redden at the thought of my detective. Despite the years of denying Mrs. Hudsons remarks at my relationship with Sherlock, I-no-we were most definatley gay. I don't know whether or not it was exclusively men Sherlock found attractive, or if he found anyone besides me attractive. This is Sherlock after all? Who knows what goes on in that big brain of his...

I showered slightly longer than usual to ensure that my embarrasment of finishing into my own pants no longer showed on my face. Satisfied I no longer had rosy cheeks, I went back to my own room and changed into another jumper for another day at Scotland Yard.

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Luckily, last night Greg had been thinking overtime to figure what Richard Brook had to do with Moriarty now, after all it had been plastered across every headline in London, if not England, that he was created by Moriarty. Sherlock quickly exlpained that it was not Richard Brook who they were looking for, but someone so similiar, it was the principle of creating such a secure false identity they needed to look at to find Jim Moriarty.

We then spent the next few hours researching Richard Brook, about how the man who had manifested in the year 2007, Moriarty had spent 5 years planning to tear Sherlock's life apart but only when he was at the peak of his career did the man make his move to send his world crashing down around him. He was on childrens TV and had a respectable career, residing with Kitty in the centre of London. He had created such an elaborate character to play, the innocent man desperate for more money, after all TV doesn't pay well. He turned to the consulting criminal to earn enough money he would never have to work again. His life up to that point was 'normal' but something had to point us to his new identity.

"Sherlock maybe he's on TV again?"

"No John, he's recognisable, he was a news phenomenon"

"You're right, um, what about working with kids then?"

"Why kids?"

"Well it was Childrens TV, plus they would've too young to remeber the news stories..."

"I suppose thats quite probable, John. Not even Moriarty would risk showing his face so soon though John, he'll have been hidden from society sending others to do the hard work."

"Well he could, um. I don't know, work from home?"

"John, that a brilliant idea!"

"Really? or is this the holmes sarcasm again?"

"No John, really! Think! What Job are you capable of doing if you were to never leave the house or even a single room?"

"Of course Sherlock!" I knew exactly where his thoughts were going, after all I spent countless hours on my laptop each day in the flat, tapping away at the keys, filling the page of my blog. "He Could Write!"

I looked to my left to see Lestrade leaning back in his chair, awestruck. Anderson and Donovan beside him with similar facial expressions. It took me a while to understand it was me who they were staring at, I was used to people staring at Sherlock, not me. "Greg?..." Lestrade leaned forward grabbing the polyester cup that contained his coffee. "Bloody hell, John. Since when can you do that? I thought it was only The great consulting detective that could figure out something like that!" He grinned at me. "Well I guess that living with one of the infamous Holmes brothers isn't all bad"

"Excuse me?" Sherlock feigned a hurtfull expression as he dug his elbow playfully into my ribs, smirking at me.

"Oops, What I meant to say was it's wonderful, bloody fantastic!" Throwing my arms enthusiastically around Sherlock's waist as he planted a kiss on my cheek.

"Much better, thankyou." He continued to smirk as we stood with our arms draped over one another while I was suddenly aware of the people in the room with us, Greg was chuckling of course, however I'm 95% sure I saw Anderson gag while shiftly looking at Donovan who still didn't know what to do.

It was Greg who spoke next. "Sally, Phil, you two need to lighten up! Haven't you ever seen two blokes having a laugh?" Their attention now on him "Christ on a bike! So what they're gay?"

"It's not the gay, it's the freak. How can someone like him be happy and not me?" Sally let it slip before her brain had even thought about her utterance.

"Well Sally" Sherlock spoke up. "This Freak is happy because he understands commitment as does his boyfriend." Sherlock pulled me close, "Maybe if you were to stop playing games with married men," he glanced at Anderson beside her, "you would find yourself a boyfriend too? Then again. You are rather unpleasant." Greg and I were both roaring with laughter as Sherlock stood proud, chest pushed out but a smug grin on his face. Sally threw a disaproving look at both Sherlock and Anderson before storming out of the office, Anderson hot on her heels.

"I think I may have just caused quite the domestic... However Graham-"

"It's Greg!" Lestrade and I both spoke in unison.

"It doesn't matter what your name is! We need to start looking for children writers with similar credentials to Richard Brook straight away. When he writes these books he'll speacialise in fairytales."

"Care to tell us why?" Greg probed.

"Of course. After all Lestrade, every fairtytale needs a good old-fashioned villan"