The Blonde Banker

by saintcrimes

I can't really write a good summary because it would give away the whole story -.- It contains Seb/John Seb/Jim and Sherlock/John and some past Sherlock/Seb . It's rated M for later chapters. And I know it says he's a banker but it's not Sebastian Wilkes it's Moran. That's all hope you enjoy

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock BBC, the characters, etc. (Because if I did it would suck arse and have no viewers whatsoever.

Author's notes: Hey! This is one of my first stories I'm really intent on finishing (my other story I'm not sure if I will or not "^.^). So please review and if you like it favourite. Thank you~

Rated M for later chapters~

Chapter 1

John's POV

The meeting

"S-Sherlock?..." John stuttered questioningly. Sherlock just stared forward at the blonde man in front of him an expression of confusion and shock that only John could see flicker across his face before all emotion was glazed over. "Here you are Mr. Watson." the banker said in a low voice as he slid him a wad of cash through the hole in the cashier's window. John thought he saw the faintest hint of a smirk flash across the bankers face as he slid him the cash. He shrugged it off and took the cash quickly pocketing it. Suddenly Sherlock's phone beeped and he fished it out of his pocket and checked it. "Come along Watson, we have to sort out another boring case for Lestrade. He made it seem pretty important so I'm hoping it's at least a 7." he announced hurriedly and turned just enough to glare at the blonde banker before gritting his teeth, thrusting his hands in his pockets, and walking out the door. "Ha ha sorry about him, thank you!" John said apologetically smiling and turned to go out as well. The man just watched them leave putting his chin on his hands in a thinking position and smiling evilly.

"The butler." Sherlock said completely unfazed. "The butler?!" Lestrade questioned. "Yes, the butler. He poisoned her by the looks of it." "Oh come on! That's stupid! Why would he poison her? I think you've been watching too many episodes of Criminal Minds to think up something like that freak." Donovan sneered. "Criminal...Minds? You can watch criminals minds on the telly? Like their brain waves or what?..." Sherlock asked her momentarily confused. "Wha...You are such a freak!" she said disgusted "...anyways, he forgot to dispose of the tea in the kitchen. I examined it and it had a great dosage of arsenic in it. All he was trying to do was kill her quickly and grab some of her treasures. The idiot didn't even try to make it look like an accident! He's probably left fingerprints everywhere. Examine them and you will have caught your criminal." he said. Then turning to John he added "What a boring case hmm?" John just stared ahead a vacant expression on his face. "John...? Watson!" Sherlock snapped. When he heard his last name being called he stopped staring off into space and looked at Sherlock. "Uh sorry what is it Sherlock?" he asked. "Nevermind. You are clearly preoccupied." he snorted. It was true, John had been thinking about Sherlock and that banker's reaction to each other...like they had both known the other for a long time but hadn't met again until today. He tried questioning Sherlock on the cab ride here but Sherlock carefully avoided them and steered to different topics. "I'm sorry Sherlock I was just thinking-" he started but Sherlock cut him off "I could tell." and before anything else could be said on the matter he put up his hand in a waving motion and turned to leave "Laterz!" he called after them. John quickly followed waving bye to the rest of the Scotland Yard. They looked after them exchanging confused glances. "Gay bastards." Anderson huffed. John caught up with Sherlock as he was getting in a cab and quickly jumped in as well. He put on his seatbelt, ignoring sherlocks lack of one as well as lack of safety, and looked at him. He was staring out the window in an attempt to discourage John from asking questions. The cab started up and Sherlock said "221B Baker street" in a barely audible whisper. The cab driver heard him and began to speed towards their destination. There were a couple of minutes of awkward silence before anyone said anything. "So...Sherlock." John started before Sherlock cut in "John, I have no desire to talk about...'him'." "Oh come on Sherlock! You obviously know him! You need to tell me." John said turning to him. "No." he said simply and looked back out the window. John gave up and stared out his window too.