Rating: M Johnlock smut. M/M
Description: Sherlock and John have been dating for about three months now, and they are quite happy, but what happens when John's ex-girlfriend from when he was in Afghanistan turns up dead?
Disclaimer: a vast majority of the characters are sadly owned by BBC. :(
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"John, could you hand me the cultures?" Sherlock asks, he was sitting at the kitchen table looking through the microscope at something or another.
"Which, one do you want?" John asks picking up a few to look at the ones underneath.
"The one that is labeled J1STI" Sherlock says glancing at John. John just handed Sherlock the culture when his phone went off. John checked it.
"Sherlock we got a case. A woman murdered, they have the suspect, a fifteen year old girl, covered in the victim's blood. The girl refuses to speak and is putting up a fight; they want us there to help prove that she is the killer." John says reading off the text.
"Eh, 6" Sherlock says not even looking up. That got john a bit mad.
"A teenager is involved with a murder; you are going or no sex for a week." John says flatly.
"You wouldn't." Sherlock says in his deducing voice, still not looking up.
"Yes I will." John says "actually…," John trails off. He places his hands on Sherlock's shoulders and starts to kiss his neck. Right under his jaw. John has learned that if you stay sucking at this one spot for about ten seconds or so...
"Jooohn~," Sherlock says letting out a breathy moan.
"Mm?" John asks now licking up and down Sherlock's jaw line.
"What a-are~ youuu d-doing~?" Sherlock moans.
"Nothing," john says pulling away and walking towards the door.
"Wha? What are you doing!? You can't…, you can't just do that!" Sherlock exclaims while whining.
"Well are you coming? We'll finish this after we go to the crime scene." John says with a slight smirk while buttoning up his coat, and throwing Sherlock his own coat. "Let's go." John says waiting at the door as Sherlock gets his coat on and walks pass john while mumbling some impolite things.
~~~At the crime scene~~~
"What happened to you?" John asks, they got to the crime scene with quite a bit of unhappy mumbling. They went up to Lestrade who was badly beaten up. He had a black eye that looked like it wasn't quite done forming yet, his lip was badly split, and he also had a bloody nose and quite a few bruises all over his torso. Some were still forming.
"The suspect attacked when we were looking at the body, pretty sure she broke Anderson's wrist and arm." Lestrade explains.
"I like this child already." Sherlock mutters. His mood getting much better because, of Anderson's dilemma, and usual uselessness.
"Just look at the body, Sherlock," Lestrade sighs pointing in the direction the body is in. "And John, the girl hurt herself pretty badly, would you take a look at her for me please?"
"Sure," John says motioning at Lestrade to take the lead. They walk up to one of the police cruiser in which has a pretty pissed off teenager in the back. The teen was about 5'3 with dirty blonde hair, much similar to Johns', and she has hazel eyes. The young teen looked about 16 years of age. Her whole body was covered in blood. Literally from head-to-toe. Donavan was in the police cruiser with her trying, and failing to get the girl to talk.
"Donavan how's it going so far?" Lestrade asked rapping on the door of the cruiser.
"Yes sir well… she still refuses to talk, the only thing I've gotten from her is the middle finger so..." she trails off.
"Let John talk to her now, she might still be in shock about what happened." Lestrade says opening the door to let John and Donavan switch places. John takes a good look at the girl and gulps slightly.
"I heard you broke an agents wrist," John starts slowly, this girl didn't look like one who could've hurt anyone, she looked really scared. "Erm…, never mind…, umm would you mind stepping out of the
cruiser for me please. I'm a doctor and I would like to make sure that you're all right." John says, he sits there awkwardly until the girl nods her head slowly and starts to move towards the door to be let out; her hands are cuffed behind her back, so she is unable to do much. John gets out of the car and opens the door for the girl. She slides out with ease. Lestrade and Donavan were now walking over to the crime scene, making sure Sherlock didn't make anyone cry. "I'm Doctor John Watson," John introducing himself to the girl. At the mention of his name she stops and looks at him. This makes John uncomfortable until she speaks.
"Doctor John Hamish Watson, was an army doctor over in Afghanistan sixteen years ago, while deployed you met a young woman, Amelia Kinsey, she was an American journalist. Also the same woman who was
found murdered today," the girl states, she mumbled something else but John didn't quite catch it.
"Erm, yes, yes indeed, how did you know all that?" John hadn't thought about Amelia in years, the last time they were together was the last time john had shagged a woman over there.
"She's my-" the girl starts but stop mid-sentence when Sherlock comes over.
"John I've got the keys to the cuffs from Lestrade, this young woman didn't kill Amelia," Sherlock says sighing "did you know when I was 20 I helped her escape certain death, she was about six months pregnant at that time, no doubt with this young woman." Sherlock says smiling, looking at the teen, his smile slowly fades as he looks from John to the teen. "John did you know Amelia while deployed?" Sherlock asks suddenly.
"I did," John says slowly.
"Please tell me you didn't shag her?" Sherlock says with an almost plea sound hinting at his voice.
"I did," John repeats getting confused.
"Did you use protection?" Sherlock asks
"Sherlock it was nearly sixteen years ago why does it oh, OH!" he says looking at the teen. "No, I, she said, No." John mumbles in disbelief.
"Yeah, John time meet your daughter." Sherlock says wrapping his arm around John's waist, the man had gone unnaturally pale started to sway and Sherlock was afraid that he would fall over. "What's your name?" Sherlock asks the teen.
"Hamish S Watson-Kinsey." The teen answers softly.
"What does the S. Stand for?" Sherlock asks.
"It stands for Sherlock, after the man who saved my mother from certain death when she was pregnant with me." Hamish answers shyly. She didn't know how to react; here she was after just watching her mother die, in the presence of the two men she was named after.
"I need to sit," John says launching himself towards the cruiser, and sitting in the passenger seat. Once he sat he put his head in his hands, trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was a father, a dream that he gave up, the second he joined the army.
"John?" Sherlock says attentively, "are you going to be okay?"
"Mm? I, just. God."
"Everything okay over here?" Lestrade asks worry written all over his face.
"Yes everything is fine John just got some...Rather shocking news." Sherlock explains
"Care to tell me what this shocking news is?" Lestrade asks, still rather worried.
"John?" Sherlock asks his voice surprisingly small.
"I'm I'm a dad," John says still pretty shocked "I've been a dad for sixteen years and I didn't even know it!" He says his voice getting louder and louder.
"Fifteen and nine months." Hamish says her voice sounding small compared to Johns ever raising voice.
"I, need some time alone," John says launching up from the cruiser and walking towards the road pretty quickly. Sherlock looks at Lestrade then Hamish, Lestrade smiles and nods. Sherlock took his cue and followed after his lover.
"You okay?" Lestrade asks putting his arm reassuringly around Hamish's shoulders. He wouldn't say anything but he saw her flinch when John stood up. An obvious sign she's been abused in the past.
"Yeah, I'm, I'm sorry for hurting you earlier." Hamish says quickly bowing her head in shame.
"It's nothing, you hit like a girl by the way" he says teasing her. In truth his whole body hurt, he hasn't been beaten that badly in years.
"Sorry. Who will I be going to stay with?" She asks softly.
"Well..." Greg says trailing off as his phone interrupts his thought process.
*To Greg
Bring her to Mycroft's I'll try to get John to calm down,
bring her to the house tomorrow around eleven, everything should be
good then.
From Sherlock*
"I'll bring you to a very nice man, he'll take care of you till tomorrow, John needs some time to get everything ready for you" Lestrade responds.
"Will you or Sherlock be there with me?" Hamish asks softly. At that moment Lestrade realized that even though thus girl did in fact beat the living shit out of him just an hour before, she had just lost her mother and her newly found dad didn't react to well to her presence, she must feel terrible.
"I'll be with you, in fact I'm bringing you to my boyfriend's house, and Sherlock's older brothers house"
"Is that the same person?" She asks
"Yeah, it is." A few moments later a long black limo pulls up to the crime scene and Anthea gets out and ushers Lestrade and Hamish into the car.
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