Unexpected

Chapter V

The next day Jim already felt much better. After annoying the hell out of Sherlock (not mentioning last night's events though) he finally convinced him to move to the living room for breakfast. 

It was quite a scene. The three men sat in a darkened room, the curtains closed to hide the fact the most wanted criminal of the country was having a tea inside. John barely took a bite, too mad and terrified about the whole situation. Sherlock had been moody the whole morning, although John did not suspect anything about last night, it was quite his normal behaviour. 

The only one that seemed to enjoy himself was Jim. He did his best to play down his poor state and in fact enjoyed the change of rooms really much (and the fact the he wore one of Sherlock's morning robes over the ugly ass pyjama). Not that he didn't appreciate Sherlock's bedroom but it became so boring after observing every tiny detail for hours. And anyways, Sherlock had hidden everything interesting long ago.

To interrupt the growing silence John asked "So, how are you feeling, Moriarty?"

"Are you referring to my physical or psychological state?"

"Both I guess?"

Jim took a deep breath of annoyance.

"I just tried to kill myself, is that answer enough?"

"Uhmm... I suppose..."

"Is that your usual medical expertise?"

Sherlock chuckled, oh there was the Moriarty he loved to hate.

"Thank you, Sherlock," John snapped like a huffy kid.

Sherlock made the mistake to look at Jim, like that both men couldn't hold back a giggle anymore. The increasing blush on John's face did not do any better at stopping them soon.

All John could do in the meantime was observing what was just happening in a state f disbelief. Moriarty and Sherlock... laughing together. Both. Laughing!! Something was going really wrong and John had a bad feeling that he would be the one suffering from their new growing morbid sympathy.

"Seems like you two love birds get along quite well. I'm going on a walk," John said, taking his Jacket.

Sherlock caught up Jim's raised eyebrow at the rather unusual activity for John and he explained, "he is seeing someone."

"Ah yes, Mary right?" Jim asked.

Oher than the not really impressed Sherlock, John stared at the black haired man in paralysed shock. Oh how Moriarty loved seeing Sherlock's little puppy like that, trying to think.

When John's help seeking gaze wandered over to Sherlock the detective simply shrugged. There was nothing new to the fact that Jim had surveilled him and therefore all of Sherlock's acquaintances too. Probably pretty mad, John stormed off without another word and Jim and Sherlock were left laughing, eating breakfast.