All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Forty One

(A/N- Sorry I've not updated in a while, I've been busy with school work and all the rest. Also sorry if this chapter's a bit shabby, I have a killer migraine which never turns out well and I can't really think properly. Anyway, please comment/vote/share/follow anyway. Thanks lovelies!

-CH xx)

Chapter 41

Sherlock's POV

I rang Mycroft's phone again. "Pick up you idiot!" I shouted into my phone as John and I ran along the corridors out into the open air. I couldn't believe it. I was absolutely livid, and so was John. Not even I expected that from Tom, and I didn't even know what caused it. That piece of.... Mycroft answered on the other side, and my thought broke away.

"Yes, what is it?" He asked, panting. 

"Oh my GOD, Mycroft!!" I shouted again. 

"Whaaa..." He moaned. 

"Can you just stop it?! This is serious!!"

"What is it?" He asked, though I knew he was still going at it, and that made me angrier. 

"Your stupid plan has failed, and because you won't answer your damn calls, John and I are going to have to leave immediately to Russia to save Charlie and Dimitri!"

"Wait... Sherlock, what did you just say?"

"They're in danger, Mycroft! Tom is with Moriarty. I don't know how it happened, or why, but it did. We'll have to take your helicopter."

"You can't," Mycroft sighed. 

"Why not?!" I demanded as John and I got into our room, packing stuff into our bags to leave. We then walked outside, lugging our bags behind us. 

"Because we have it here. I'll sort something out. Just go up to the check in area at the airport and say my name. Something will be sorted."

"Fine." I hung up on him and lead John to my car. 

We put our bags into the boot of the car, before we got in, and I sped off down the road. 

"I cannot believe this, John, I really can't!"

John placed his hand over mine and I instantly felt calmer. "It's okay, we can resolve this, we always do."

I smiled at John quickly before turning my attention back to the road. It was late, but since I hardly ever slept, I wasn't at all tired. I could tell John was getting tired though. "Go to sleep, baby," I told him, a small smile managing to play at my lips. 

"Hmm?" He muttered something else incomprehensibly, letting out a yawn, before he fell asleep. 

I chuckled softly and kept on driving. Only John could relax me in tense moments, and that's why I loved him. The roads were wet, and the city lights bounced off the asphalt.  It was sort of beautiful.

I began to form a plan in my mind. We'd go to the house, I'd make sure there was nothing suspicious, and then we would bring Charlie and Dimitri back to London. Simple. Too simple for Moriarty. He'd have something else in mind. Bright lights brought my attention back to the road, and I saw those lights were the headlights of an oncoming car. "Shit!" I swerved back into my own lane, and cleared my thoughts, focusing purely on the road. 

At long last we pulled into the airport car park. "John," I gently shook his shoulders. He stirred but didn't wake up. "John!" He jumped and woke up. "Come on," I told him, kissing his nose before getting out of the car. I went over to the passenger side and opened the door for him and then we went and got our bags out of the boot. 

Lugging our bags behind us, we went into the airport. The airport was basically deserted. The next flight arrived in four hours, if I was correct, so we got helped immediately. There was an older woman behind the counter, obviously tired and worried. She feared her husband was cheating on her, and was considering getting a divorce. 

"How can I help you, gentlemen?" She asked, forcing a smile to her face. 

"Mycroft Holmes sent us. He said he'd sort something out."

"Ah, yes. It was difficult, but we've managed to get a pilot and co-pilot in. Everything is ready to go, if you boys will follow me, please."

She stepped around the counter and began to assist us out to the runway. A large jet plane was waiting for us, and she gestured for us to go up. I allowed John to go up the steps before me, and before I followed, I turned and smiled at the woman. "Thank you, and don't worry, your husband isn't cheating on you. He loves you more than he'll ever admit." I walked up the steps and left the woman looking, how do they say? Flabbergasted?

I sat beside John and the co-pilot closed the door for us. After the basic, usual instructions, we were off. Finally. They were probably all dead by now anyway. Well, they wouldn't be because Moriarty and Tom would've only just arrived, but you know what I mean. 

John grabbed my hand and squeezed it lightly. "You alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine," I told him, before moving so that he was sitting on my lap facing me.

"How did you do that?" He asked with a goofy smile, looking into my eyes. 

I shrugged. "Might need to know how to do it someday for a case." John laughed and shook his head at me, before kissing me lightly. 

"Sherlock Holmes, have you been YouTubing again?" He giggled against my lips. 

"Nonsense." I kissed him again, but this time the kiss was slow and sweet. My tongue met John's as he pressed his body against mine, his fingers moving to play with my curls, pulling on them slightly. My hands rested on his bum and John let out a soft groan. I smiled against his lips before we pulled away at the same time to catch our breath. 

"I love you, Sherlock Holmes."

"I love you too, John Watson."

We stayed like that for the rest of the journey, John just sitting on top of me, with the two of us chatting, laughing, snogging. 

Eventually we were told to please put on our safety belts because we were about to land. John got off me and sat in his seat, and we did up our belts. 

Once the plane landed, and we were given the go ahead to get off, we took our bags and ran out of the busy airport. We immediately found a cab and got in. I told the cabbie the address, and told him I'd pay him extra if he went as fast as he could. 

John and I were silent, and the tension was building up. Not even I knew what would happen, or what we'd be presented with. I took John's hand in mine and gently squeezed it, like he did with mine on the plane. He smiled at me softly, before we both turned at the same time to look out the window at the city of Moscow around us. 

When we finally got to our destination, I practically threw a hundred pounds at the cabbie and got out of the car, with John following closely behind. I noticed the neighbourhood was silent and still, and honestly, it unsettled me. I knocked on the door, but there was no reply. 

I pulled a gun out of the breast pocket of my coat and handed it to John. He looked slightly concerned, but took it anyway, making sure the safety was on before slipping it under his belt.

I had another one in my pocket, and I left it there, gently opening the front door which was of course unlocked. John and I walked through the house as quietly as we could, looking through the kitchen and downstairs bathroom. We then went into the lounge, and I sucked in my breath as John and I saw the sight in front of us.