The Gay Case

Chapter 9

"I want you, Sherlock."

John narrowed his eyes at Moriarty, ready to say something.

He was rudely interrupted.

"Why me?" Sherlock leant forwards and sat in his usual position; hands underneath his chin, locked together, to show that he was intrigued.

"You know why, Sherlock. Don't make me say it in front of John. He wouldnt want to know about u-"

"OKAY! Fine, I know why. What I dont know, however, is what for... Enlighten me." Sherlock interrupted.

"Well," Moriarty drawled in his Northen Irish accent (A/N which I think is amazingly cute :P). "There's a... Thing, in Ireland. It needs you, Sherlock. Its like our little fairytale. Remember that well, do you?" He said as Sherlock nodded along.

"What kind of thing?" John exclaimed before thinking about what he was saying.

Moriarty gave John an evil glare before looking back at Sherlock. He was so jealous. So, very jealous. He spoke again, but not for another 3 minutes.

"It's quadruple-killing. You'll enjoy it, honey. Oh, and I'm not the murderer." He winked at Sherlock and glanced at John. "He can come if he wants, but it'll be horrible for him. Based around war soldiers, I guess. It'll practically murder him." Oh, the sarcasm...

"Count me in, I'm there." John announced, making sure Moriarty knew Sherlock would never be left alone; without John... Life wouldn't go on.

Just think. James Moriarty, sitting in yours and your boyfriends flat, saying he wants your boyfriend. You'd get suspicious, right? Yeah. Well, not John.

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When Moriarty Had Left

"So," John's mind was overflowing with information. How can Sherlock keep all that unneeded information in his brain without it exploding?

"So what?" Sherlock said, opening his laptop and going onto Google Chrome. 

"Are we going to Ireland, or not?" John strutted over to where Sherlock was sitting and casually sat on his lap, leaning into his chest. He could hear his heartbeat, accelerating every instant. Oh, God. John smiled, listening to the now fast, but steady beating of Sherlock's pulse.

As well as his voice. 'No. Well, you're not. Too dangerous." He looped his arms around John's waist and pulled him closer, so he didnt fall off.

"Isn't that what I signed up for?" John teased, pressing his lips against Sherlock's, waiting for a response.

"Yes, it is, but, I dont want anything to happen to you." Sherlock wanted to continue, but John started talking.

"Nothing will! I promi-"

"You can't promise that you won't get hurt. It's not up to you to decide that. I just... John, I care for you so much, and if I take you with me, I know you'll end up getting injured somehow."

"Sherlock, I wont. I'm a doctor, and if I do I can fix myself. I wont, I promise." He said with a smile.

Sherlock's phone buzzed in his pocket so he pulled it out, opening the text message.

Wrong.