{For those followers visiting from my other story (you repel me) no need to worry, I'm updating that later this weekend.}

Anyway, for the rest of you, welcome & enjoy...could get a little rough down the road!

INTERLUDE: JUST SOME FRIENDLY ADVICE

For some reason, John felt his guilt sinking back into his chest as a few bailiffs led the jury out of the courtroom…Mainly because he felt as if his stupid blog was responsible for all of the publicity.

It made him angry too, that even at these trying times, Sherlock seems nonchalant; nothing infuriated John more, besides the 'we both know what's going on here face', was that even in the middle of all this fucking chaos…He played it cool, calm and collected.

When John got outside the courtroom, he noticed there was a short que for the loo and John could feel his bladder pulsating. Bloody hell, he thought, I should've gone beforehand! So then he did the thing he could only do and that was sit at one of the wooden benches at the center of the isle.

Just then, the Judge came running back through the corridors with his wig flapping and all of sudden, all of the attendees to Moriarty's court-case been flying through the big, wooden double-doors.

John quickly scrambled into the Gentleman's Lavatory when he quickly found himself alone and in the same bathroom as Jim Moriarty. He was casually popped up against the porcelain countertops and with his backside facing the mirror. That's when Watson noticed a single pawn, one of Jim's dirty-workers, with a gun and his face completely covered. Great, he swallowed hard, now this? Isn't he suppose to hear his own damned verdict!

"You seem nervous, Doctor," Jim began to approach him and stood very close to him now but John didn't budge. He looked at the other man without a flinch or quiver, "…something troubling you?"

"Ah, well you know," Watson sneered, "I came to take a whiz but instead I have to deal with you and your thug," John shrugged, sarcastically driving his words because he could feel his anger beginning to peak, "So…I don't know Jim, you tell me? Do I look nervous?"

Suddenly, Jim grabbed his blazer and threw John against the hard counters. He stumbled for a moment, grunting in pain. The room went spinning and he felt a little numb from the crash but he kept his eye on Jim as he stumbled to rise and stand.

"I came just to offer some friendly advice"-

"Oh? Really? That's a relief." John smacked under his breath.

"You should be careful on your way home this afternoon, something could happen." Jim turned to leave and strolled out crisp and fresh.

"Thanks. Really appreciated it, especially coming from a consultant criminal such as yourself." John dusted himself off finally when Jim came back around the corner.

"I'm serious," Jim whispered, "…it's dangerous out there."

Until next time!

-J