(Major editing) It wouldn't take a consulting detective to see that I love you.

Chapter 20.

AUTHOR NOTE
Hey guys, sorry I haven't been updating but I don't have any ideas. I have an idea about what's going to happen near the end but I don't know how to build up to that. I don't know how to end it either. Anyway here's the new chapter, hope you guys enjoy it. remember vote, and comment (but mostly comment I love hearing from you guys, it just makes my day :D) well, until next chapter

Sherlock's POV
"Um, do you wanna get a cab Sherlock?" John asked while we were walking slowly. "Nope, i'm fine walking, if that's okay." I said, grabbing his hand. "Yeah, it's great." We shuffled down the path, hand in hand, enjoying each others company.
We were close to my house when something caught my eye. I had seen it before, but where? I pulled John to a stop, going to my mind palace. He was asking why we had stopped but I drowned it out. I was running down the hall, flinging open door after door.

When I had finally found the door I put my hand on the handle and pushed it open. When I walked in snippets of videos invaded my sight. These were just the places I had been over the years. I saw the many different schools I've been to, my house, our holiday house and other places. Then I saw the place I had seen just a second ago. I walked over to it and looked in. 'I was child, I was running away from my house, Mycroft was shouting something inaudible.

I seemed to be crying. I ran in between two trees and began to slow down. I walked up to the biggest tree that was there and begun crying'. That's when I realised I had remembered this. I thought I deleted it years ago. This was the day that red-beard was being put down. I ran to this place, my hide out I suppose, the get away from my family.

When I snapped back into reality John was standing close to me, his eyes were wide with shock and worry, his hand placed on my shoulders, shaking my slightly. "Sherlock are you okay?" He shouted. "Yes John, I'm fine. Now come on, I'm going to show you something." I told him pulling the cuff of his jumper.

"O-okay" he mumbled, looking at his feet trying to make them co-ordinate to keep up with me. I ran in between the trees, holding my hand over my face as vines had grown over the years. I jumped up on the tree and started climbing when I heard John. "Uh, Sherlock ? I can't get up there, I'm too small" he shouted up to me. I reached down and pulled him up. We sat on a branch facing each other.

"And we're hear for what reason?" He asked when we had both gotten comfy. "I just though it would be nice to come here. I came here as a child when I was sad or anything." I explained closing my eyes. "Oh" he mumbled. After a minute he had leaned over to me, resting his head on my shoulder. "We better not stay too long, it'll be dark before we know it." He said pulling back. "Yeah, let's just watch the sunset okay?" I asked. I always loved the colour of the sky during a sunset. He nodded returning his head to my shoulder.

We stayed there for half an hour, watching the sky change colours. After we both jumped down, we began walking slowly. We were walking for about ten minutes when I had a strange feeling that someone was following us.

I grabbed johns hand and pretended to kiss him, but instead I brought my mouth up to his ear. "Shh, don't say anything. I think someone's following us. Stay beside me." I whispered. I pulled away and tightened him grip on johns hand.

"Are you two finally together" came a girly, but masculine voice from behind us. I turned around, holding John behind my back. I saw the silhouette of two boys, probably around our age. They were both smaller than me but taller than John. One was only approximately half a foot taller than John and the other about half a foot smaller than me. That's all I could make out thanks to the darkness. "Who's there?" I called out. "Oh Sherlock, I would expect you to know who I am. After all I have you to thank for my career choice." He said back, he had an Irish accent. "And that would be?" I asked, trying to think if I had know anyone that was that height and Irish. "A consulting criminal, doofus !" He barked back.

AUTHOR NOTE
Again I have to thank tentube for asking to involve Moriarty more in this, so here ya go. And I don't know if I mentioned what Sherlock wanted to do but I presume you all know :).
Ps if any of you guys want me to add anything into this i'll try by best :)