Friends and maybe a little more.

Chapter 14

HEHEHEHEHEHEH OKAY SO RIGHT NOW IVE HAD 12 COFFEESAND IVE NEVER HAD COFFEE BEFORE AND ITS 2 O' CLOCK AND I FEEL SO AMPED LIKE I CAN FLY AND WHY DOENST EVEYONE DRINK COFFEE IM MEAN I FEEL FANNATSIC. OKAY SO IM GOING TO WRITE NOW.

I LOVE YOU GUYS AND I HOPE YIU DAYS ARE GOING GREAT BECAUSE MINE ISNT. BUT ENOUGH OF ME. LOVE YOU. COMMENT .. ETC YOU KNOW.

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John didn't like the thought of ditching. He wanted to stay in school, get a medical degree and Join the army. Then this boy came into his life. They known each other for 2 days and they fell for each other. Sherlock. Sherlock Bloody Holmes was sitting next to John, his arm wrapped around Johns middle as if someone was going to snatch him off the train.

Don't get him wrong, John likes it. He actually craves the attention. He just wished they were from a different situation.

Apparently, John dozed off on the way, but no matter because John started to nuzzle Sherlock's neck when he fell asleep. At first,

Sherlock didn't know what to do, and thought of waking John up again. 'No, don't do that you idiot, he will be grumpy.' Sherlock told himself.

Sherlock just went with it and leaned back onto the wall of the train and John, sweet John, was apparently Half awake because he grabbed back onto Sherlock and leaned his head on his shoulder. He was the perfect height for it too.

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When they got into London, they ran to the nearest cafe and pulled out Sherlock's laptop and The letters.

"Okay, so Powers was killed, and not accidentally?" John asked.

"Correct. JM, here killed him, or was the one who hatched the plan to kill him." Sherlock stated.

"You should be getting a message soon." Sherlock stated.

John looked at him dubiously. "What do you mean- his sentence was cut off by a shrill ringing from his phone. BLOCKED was all it said.

"Well, pick it up. Don't want to keep them waiting."

John took the phone.

"Hello?" He asked in a cheerful manner that was totally not at all sarcastic. Not at all.

There was a whimper. "H-hi there."It was a girl. Johns blood ran cold. Not just any girl. It was Mary.

"Mary?"

"N-no this is Moriarty. So sorry we h-have to talk like this."

"Listen hear, you-

"Ah,ah, ah! Don't want to hurt the pr-pretty voice I'm using now John-Johnny."

"What do you want?" John asked calmly.

"I-I want you to tell Sherlock the game has started. You have 12 hours to figure out how... How I kill-killed Carl Powers."

"What happens if we fail?"

"Th-that depends on my mood. I will either ki-kill th-this voice ,God, or I will leave it some where where it wil-will die off." That's where Mary lost it. She was stable until she was taking about herself, dying.

"You bast-

They hanged up.

Sherlock was looking at John the whole time. He knew they were going to try and to win this emotionally as well as physically.

"You got 12 hours. Solve it. or They die." That was all John said. That was he needed to say.

"John?"Sherlock asked.

"Yeah?"

"Ever broke in a house before?"

"Yeah once." this was a lie.

"Good. Because we," Sherlock said as he packed a away his laptop in his bag before opening the door for John,"Are breaking into Scotland Yard."