HEY PEOPLE. NEW FANFICTION. SHERLOCK ONE THIS TIME. ENJOY.

btw: Every Johnlock shipper should pretty much turn and run at this point.

John didn't understand. He didn't understand why Sherlock had let him back into his life. And by 'him' he meant Moriarty. Jim Moriarty. The two of them had wandered into the flat one night, laughing and dancing, like they weren't always trying to kill each other. Mrs. Hudson had welcomed him back but for some reason John just wouldn't let the tingling suspicion go. Sighing, he walked back into the living room, sat down and opened up the computer. Maybe a case would take his mind off Sherlock's new playmate. He scrolled through the blog for a short while before chancing upon something interesting.

Dear and

I do not mean to trouble you with my problems but strange things have been happening in my home in Plymouth (A.N: I live in Plymouth :3 ). This may not sound like much but people have been going missing around town. Children, I mean. I have a daughter myself and I don't wish any harm to come to her. This may sound like a job for normal police but clues were left at the crime scene that nobody can make sense of. I can only hope that you may be able to make some progress with our situation.

Lorelai x

After John had finished reading he made a small 'hmm' noise then got up to get Sherlock. He nudged open the door to find Sherlock and Jim in bed. Together. They were both asleep and Jim was snoring softly. The covers had been ruffled and were around Sherlock's middle. Oh god, he didn't have any clothes on. Stood frozen, staring at the scene in front of him, the door swung back, slamming into the frame. The BANG echoed through the flat. Then, to John's horror, Sherlock groaned then his eyes flickered open.

"Oh hello John..." Said the detective, his voice still laced with sleep. Then his eyes darted open and he shot up, fully awake. "SHIT. JOHN."

The noise had now woken up Jim and he also sat up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and let his head fall sleepily onto Sherlock's shoulder. He started to smile then slowly began kissing the crook of Sherlock's neck.

"Bit tense this morning lover?" John shuddered at the words.

"Not now Jim. We...have company."

"Huh?" Jim lifted up his eyes and found John's. "Oh, crap. This is not what it looks like."

John was suddenly filled with anger. How could Sherlock have betrayed him like this.

"It doesn't? Because it looks like to me you've come out of prison, found a way to trick Sherlock into befriending you, then bloody slept with him!" John couldn't stop his voice from rising. Jim just tilted his head and smiled before letting his head rest in the crook of Sherlock's neck again.

"You offend me John. Jim Moriarty does not simply sleep around." This caused even Sherlock to smile then giggle then burst out laughing. This caused John to go a crimson colour as Sherlock rolled around on the bed laughing. Having got to the point where he couldn't take seeing the two of the together, he turned around and stormed out of the room. Now back in the living room, John had made the decision to go out and clear his head but before he closed the door, he left a note on the dresser for Sherlock:

If you even care, we have a case. Details on the laptop. Don't try calling. Not in the mood to speak to you Sherlock. - JW

Then with one final huff, he turned and walked out of the flat and made his way to the park.

I am still trying to get over the events of Season Three T^T

Feel free to PM me so we can cry together.

~MyCrimsonSheriarty