John's POV
Sherlock was holding my gun; he was pointing it towards the door of the swimming pool
"Catch you later..." Sherlock said, slowly. His voice was so deep.
"No you wont!" *Bang* was the reply that he got, Sherlock continued to stare at the door, as if Moriarty was suddenly going to leap through it and shoot Sherlock. He glanced at me; his eyes were so beautiful, grey.
"Alright? Are you all right?" he said suddenly, leaping at me. I'd forgotten about the jacket, my mind had been elsewhere. Sherlock grabbed it and proceeded to pull it off me as fast as he could
"I'm fine." I said. I wasn't really fine but I knew that Sherlock would only panic if I said I felt weak, Sherlock almost pulled me over
"Sherlock. Sherlock!" I shouted as Sherlock slid the jacket across the floor. We both went quiet. Sherlock went to go and pick up the gun. I lost my balance and fell against the wall. Sherlock still seemed tense, as if he could still sense danger. I decided that I would catch m breath and we would leave as soon as possible.
"Are you ok?" I asked him to break the silence.
"Me? Yeah, I'm fine… Fine" He mumbled, seeming very distracted by something. His long fingers were still wrapped around the gun. It seemed that he was in deep thought. He looked gorgeous; he was pushing my gun through his dark hair and pacing up and down in front of me in long strides. I need to stop having these thoughts about Sherlock I told myself. Sherlock has no interest in me, he said so himself 'I am married to my work'. I have Sarah, but she just isn't the same as the wonderful genius I live with.
"That err... thing you did…that you offered to do…that was… umm… good" He said, I was surprised at his thanks. He had never thanked me properly before.
"Oh, I'm glad no one saw that!" I replied, it was the first thing that came to mind.
"Hmm?" Sherlock said, stopping pacing.
"You, ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk" I said with a giggle.
"People do little else" He replied, looking at me with a grin. My heart leapt.
"Ohh…" I said, looking at the figure that had appeared behind Sherlock.
"Sorry boys! I'm so changeable! It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself it is my only weakness" The man said. No, this cant be happening!
"You can't be allowed to continue, you just cant" I felt like standing up and shouting threats at the horrible man but I couldn't. I was at gunpoint. Again. It was my fault, I should have just run with Sherlock. At least then Sherlock and I would be free of Moriarty. Why didn't I tell Sherlock about my feelings?
"I would try to convince you but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind" Jim said. Sherlock gave me a questioning look. He wanted to make sure that I trusted him, I nodded slightly
"I believe my answer has crossed yours," the tall man said turning around. This was it.