Nicotine (Sheriarty)

20

Sherlock stared at the white walls of his prison cell. He felt a strong urge to shoot it. It looked too perfect.

The court case was interesting. He had told the jury that he was guilty even though he and Jim, who somehow had the nerve to show up, knew otherwise.

Throughout the case, Sherlock tried not to look at Jim. How could he betray him? He framed him. He thought that he loved him. Once a criminal, always a criminal.

It had been a week since he was arrested. Nothing exciting had happened. Nothing of interest, anyway.

"Holmes." The policeman at the door said in a low, rough voice, "it's visiting hours."

"What's the point in me going?" Sherlock tried to ask aggressively but his voice was strained and tired. "No ones going to come to see me anyway."

"You'd be surprised." He replied.

With that, Sherlock got up and followed the man to a room full of tables. There was the odd person at a table but only one caught his eye.

He was directed to the table and sat down reluctantly.

"Sherlock -" Jim began.

"I know." Sherlock said, cutting him off.

"No." The man said forcefully, "let me say it."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and gestured for him to continue.

"I'm sorry."

Sherlock blew air out of his nose as if he was laughing. He was looking around the room - anywhere but at Jim - and smirked. It wasn't a normal happy smirk either. It was angry. He rolled his tongue around his mouth and allowed it to stay in the corner.

"No!" Jim said raising his hand off the table slightly, "No. I am. I am sorry. Just look at me Sherlock."

Sherlock forced himself to look at him.

"I'm sorry. I thought... I thought you... I don't know. I thought it would help. I thought it would help you. I thought it would help your friends... And your family. But I thought wrong, okay? I thought you would plead not guilty and I'd take your place but you didn't..."

Sherlock continued to say nothing.

"I still love you, Sherly" Jim said in a strong Irish accent.

"How did you manage bring that in?" Sherlock asked pointing at the phone in Jim's hand.

"Said I had some pictures of our daughter to show you."

"Daughter?" Sherlock asked.

"Yeah. Not the brightest." Jim said turning to look at the policemen by the door. "Anyway. When I say run, run!"

Sherlock blinked at him a few times to show he didn't understand.

"Like I said, I O U."

~

The men ran through the streets of London, hand in hand.

"Where are we going?" Sherlock managed to say in between breaths.

Jim pulled the detective down an alleyway and pinned him up against the wall.

"Jim? What the hell -" Sherlock was cut off by Moriarty's hand against his mouth.

Sherlock was slightly turned on by being caged in by the smaller man and smirked beneath Jim's hand.

The criminal waited for the police cars to pass before releasing his hand. Whilst he was off guard, Sherlock took the opportunity to kiss him.

Before he knew it, Jim had been pushed against the wall by Sherlock Holmes. He had his hands wrapped around Sherlock's neck whilst the detective used his hands to pull them closer together.

Sherlock pressed his hands against Jim's suit and began to undo the buttons whilst the kiss continued. Jim was too busy in exploring the other mans mouth that he didn't realise.

The buttons on Jim's shirt were undone one at a time, exposing more flesh each time.

"Sherl..." Jim whispered attempting to get Sherlock to stop. Sherlock clearly wasn't getting the hint.

"Sherlock." Moriarty said raising his hand to Sherlock's chest to push him away. The detective pushed his hand against the criminals and closed his fingers around the mans hand.

"Hmm?" Sherlock mumbled.

"Maybe we should escape the police before we go and get arrested for something else."

"Good point." Sherlock whispered back, his croaky voice sending shivers up Jim's spine. "Where do we go?"

Jim looked at him and raised an eyebrow, indicating their destination.

"No... No! We can't!"

"It's our only option, Sherl." Moriarty said looking at him with his puppy dog eyes.

Sherlock sighed after giving in and said, "This way to Baker Street."

A/N

Hello everyone.

I just wanted to use this opportunity to thank you all for reading my story. I honestly didn't think anyone would but the 1K reads beg to differ.

I don't know how long this story will be going on for. It might be a few more chapters, it might be a lot more chapters. wHO KNOWS?

So, what do you thinks going to happen next? Maybe they'll get married and love happily ever after. Maybe one of them will die. I don't know. (Well, actually I do...)

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and look forward to longer chapters (hopefully) in the future.

- A