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

Chapter 35.

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"What?" I asked, confused. He sighed and told me "It's a metaphor. You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing."

"Oh, so you don't smoke ?" I asked still slightly confused. "No, I don't smoke" he told me sighing as he put the cigarette back into the box and shoving it into his pocket.

"So what's your name?" He asked looking up at me. "Uh, John, John Watson. Yours ?" I told him, stumbling slightly. "And why'd I tell you." He asked raising an eyebrow. "Fair enough. So, why you working for Moriarty?" I asked hoping to get a conversation going as it would seem that I would be staying here for some time.

"It's-it's a long story" he said going quiet. "Well, I guess I have some time" I say trying to sound casual as I looked at my nails. "Uh, well it was about a year ago. I was still living in my home town, Indianapolis. Everything was going great. Me and my girlfriend had just started getting to terms with everything that was going on. My friend had recently gone blind, he had cancer in his eyes. I usually spent my time around his house playing Prince of Dawn. Then one day this guys walks into my life and was all like "hi, you're gonna pretend to die to come work for me and if you don't then I'll kill you, along with everyone you love". So I do what any sane person would do, I pretended to die for those I loved." He says looking up at me with a sad smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry" I told him feeling more awkward than before. "Ah, don't be. It's not your fault." He said. "It must have been horrible" I mumbled to myself. "Yeah it was, my girlfriend was heartbroken. And my friend. They were the best people in the whole world. Those last couple weeks or so before I had to die were the best. We hade so much fun. My friend egged his ex-girlfriends car, that was hilarious. We had a pre-funeral, that was great, I still remember every word my girlfriend said. She cried half way through and I almost cried myself. I didn't want to come, I didn't want to work for that bastard out there, and most of all I didn't want to hurt the people that I love" he told me becoming angrier and angrier with each word he spoke.

"I'm sorry" I whispered. "Stop saying your sorry" he demanded. "Sorry, I-I, I mean, um, okay." I stuttered. "Okay" he whispers, tears starting to fall again.

"Hey, why you crying again ?" I called out to him. "It's nothing, just leave it" he mumbled. "So you want to tell me why I'm here?" I asked, starting to get bored. "Moriarty wants to "have a chat" with Sherlock or something".

'Well that can't be good' I thought to myself.