Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 24 - Catch Up

John's P.O.V;

"Did you miss me?"

I knew I had become stiff as a board the second the sing song voice floated across the room. I felt my grip tighten around Sherlock's hand, and he responded by doing the same. It was only the sound of a man opening the second door to the sitting room that interupted the uncomfortable slience that begun to between us. A man appeared from the small kitchenette attached to the room had brought in a tray filled with tea and biscuits. He was slightly taller than Moriarty and of a bigger build too, his longish hair was style similarly to Jims but there was much less product used. It was clear this man was one of his protégés. "Please boys, sit down, it's been a while, we might aswell share some tea because I for one am parched." Moriarty gestured towards the sofa and armchairs beside us. Moriarty sat in one of the armchairs, and the man who we didn't know settled in the armchair beside him. I reluctantly followed Sherlock to one of the loveseats while Greg and Mycroft occupied (rather uncomfortably) the second love seat. "Ah boys, how rude of me. Meet Sebastian Moran. Sebby meet Sherlock Holmes, Dr. John Watson, Mycroft Holmes and of course, Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade."

The tea was distributed between the men who all continued to sit in an uncomfortable silence, eventually Sherlock cleared his throat and began. "Although I appreciate the tea James, there are much more pressing matters to deal with, for example you."

"Sherlock, please call me Jim, after all we are nothing but close... besides why must we rush everything, you're so eager. No wonder you and John are full of lovely bruises and passionate scratches, you eager beaver, you!" He threw us a wink along with his sinister, award-winning smile. This only made Sherlock put down his tea so that he could put his arm around me so his hand reseted on my waist, pulling me closer to him. I have to admit the protective side to Sherlock was possibly one of my favourite things about him, I know I must control myself before I begin to blush so I periodically take sips from my cup of tea as the conversation around me develops.

"Now, Jim. I understand the prospect of me being in a relationship must be so exciting for you, it should infact become a terrifying concept for you. Of course, it adds to your game a bigger 'pressure point' for you to exploit, however, it only makes me much more determined to remove you from our lives. Permenantly."

"Oh Sherlock. Why are you always so boring! What about you John. How do you feel about me coming back," he leaned closer "I would promise not to steal your boyfriend away from you, but he's just so damn tempting." He bit his lip as he ran his eyes over Sherlock beside me, I too cleared my throat unnecessarily loud in order to draw his eyes back to myself.

"Jim, honestly. I just cannot wait to see a bullet put through that big old head of yours and to think it could be me who gets to lodge it in there... Oh boy," I let out a low whistle "despite the whole you're a complete bastard thing and the fact you have a crying need for alot of help, I would also like to thank you." I now placed my own arm around Sherlock's waist. "Had you not returned, my boyfriend would most likely be in europe now never to be seen again." All I could do was hope he had got the message loud and clear when I practically growled the word 'my' Sherlock wasn't for him or his little game anymore.

"My pleasure John, almost as big of a pleasure it will be to snatch him away once again, after all he cheated the game, and daddy doesn't like to be cheated now, does he?." Both he and Sebastian were grinning ear to ear, they clearly thought that they were winning this game, just like the last time. Luckily he began to address Greg most likely taunting the poor sod for countless reasons. I could finally break composure. Sherlock remained sat beside me grasping my waist but his eyes trained on Moriarty, I took this time to stretch out my legs, crack my neck, and just close the remaining space between Sherlock and I. The closer I was to him, the safer I felt and the less stressed I became.

It wasn't long before Moriarty had moved onto Mycroft. "So how's the big brother duties Mike? Can I call you Mike. It suits you terribly."

"No, Mycroft is my name,  if could you possibly struggle to form an entire word that would be delightful." I smiled fondly at the memory of Christmas dinner with the Holmes family and Mycroft even telling his own mother to use his full name, no wonder the man was sneering across the room at Jim.

"Oh, what a shame. You could use a little pet name. So I'll ask again, how are the big brother duties? Or do you prefer the goverment to your own flesh and blood, huh?" The malicious grin was plastered across Moriarty's face once more. The man was trying to open old wounds, Mycroft had betrayed Sherlock by disclosing information about his life which contributed to Sherlocks reputation being destroyed. I knew that Mycroft deeply regretted his actions, but the man was too proud to admit this to his own brother, of course that was until...

"Regretably James, I must inform you that I have made my brother a priority, hence the reason I am sat here with you now. No harm will come to Sherlock because my own irresponsible actions again. You are a vermin, you attempted to destroy the little family I have, therefore I am here now to try and resolve the disputes Sherlock and I have had due to your games. I will infact do anything to ensure the safety of my brother and of course Doctor Watson."

"Feeling Sentimental are we Mycroft? Well, you better say bye-bye to your brother soon, or you'll never get the chance. Our little catch up is over. I think it's time to play like big boys, Sebby? What do you think?"

The only response sebastian gave was drawing out the pocket knife he concealed in his pocket.