"Oh Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock," grinned Jim and took the cup of tea offered to him; "you never learn, don't you? You were supposed to kill yourself, not hide." He slowly sipped the tea, keeping eye contact with the famous detective. He hadn't said anything yet. It has been about three years since they both committed "suicide" on the roof of St. Bart's hospital. It was a perfect plan. Jim's twin brother, Richard, plays him once again. He talks with Sherlock a little and then leaves him no choice but to kill himself. Just to make sure he does, Richard will kill himself. Sherlock will jump, die and Jim could be the only mastermind in England. But Sherlock didn't follow the script. Now they sit in his new living room, drinking tea and talking. Sherlock finally opens his mouth; "Well, you weren't supposed to live, either." They had met many more times before. They weren't just enemies, they were something much more. They felt the sparks fly the moment they met. Two geniuses, one fighting on the side of the angels and the other helping the demons. They had to keep it a secret, of course. It began as sex without feelings, but when Jim felt himself fall in love, he had to end it. Normal break-ups were too ordinary and dull, so he decided to get Sherlock out of his life with talking him into suicide. But it all went wrong. They had finished their teas and were staring at eachother. Dilated pupils and heart beating so fast even Jim heard it. He grinned once more and pulled the detective into a passionate kiss.