A/N: I'M NOT VERY GOOD AT SECOND AND THIRD CHAPTERS -_- BUT HEY I TRIED LOL

(Friday)

Sherlock bites into my neck as I enter him.

"God, Sherlock." I moan as his bite becomes sucking and kissing. I begin to thrust. Starting slow but gradually getting faster.

"Faster, John, faster." Sherlock instructs moaning loudly. I comply. "Fuck. Harder!" He moans even louder. I can tell he is close. I thrust deep and hard into him until his orgasm over came him. This brought me over the edge and we were both moaning each others names. I collapse on top of him, making him squirm from the semen. He looks up at me and says-

I wake up sweating and with a raging hard on. I blush. I can't believe I had a dirty dream about Sherlock! Maybe he's just really feminine. Yea that's what it is! I explain to myself, not truly believing in my reasoning. I get up and take a shower and bust my nut. I get dressed and get in my car. I decide to pick Sherlock up this morning. I surprised myself on how easily I remembered to get to his beast of a home. I drive up his long driveway and park out front. I walk up and ring his doorbell. Sherlock opens the door looking like he didn't sleep a wink last night.

"Hey, I thought I'd pick you up, is that alright. I'll buy you breakfast." I laugh urging him to eat. He smiles a sleepy smile toward me.

"I was just about to text my brother to come home and take me. I would have been quite late though. Breakfast sounds nice." He says agreeing to eat and holding up his phone. I grab it and he makes a panicked expression.

"Nice phone! IPhone Gen 6? That's not even out yet! WOW!" I say with surprise. He smiles and lets me in. I begin to tap on his phone. He looks at me confused.
"What are you doing?" He asks.

"Putting my number in your phone. If you ever need a ride just text me." I say with a giant smile. I hand him his phone back and he snaps a picture of me. I blink.

"Thanks for the gesture. Give me a few min to collect my things." He says and I take a seat on his comfy as hell couch. After three min, Sherlock reappears. I get up and he follows me to my car. I open his door and smile.

"Your chariot awaits!" I giggle. He gave me a silly smile. We drive down to McDonalds and get breakfast. With a little persuasion I was able to get Sherlock to eat. Then we drive to school with conversation sprinkled in. We both walk into Ms. Eddin's room and sit where we sat yesterday. She then put on a movie called Regular Kid. Sherlock was out like a light about 5 min into it. I lay my head down on my desk and just looked at Sherlock's face. He looked so angelic as he slept. I felt my heart race as I looked at his sleeping figure, his head facing my way. I met him just yesterday and I find myself already entranced by him. Hid eyes slowly slide open showing me those beautiful blue-gray eyes. I couldn't pull my eyes away from his. We stayed this way until the bell rang. I quickly stood up feeling more than embarrassed. The walk to Walters class was a bit awkward., for me at least, Sherlock didn't seem effected in the least. We sat at the same table, but Sarah and Molly decided to join us today. And Sarah was more persistent than normally.

"Hey, John let's have a double date. You and me with Molly and Sherlock." Sarah practically demands. I look over at Sherlock who seems very irritated.

"Sure. I'm sure we could work something out." I answer for us. Sherlock groans and sends a demonic I-will-kill-you glare. I just snicker at his irritation. The rest of the class was basically both girls chatting away, with Sherlock sulks. I had never been as happy as I was when the bell rang. Sherlock and I walk down to Scuzz's class. We had a guess speaker, that I had no interest in. Sherlock passed me a note.

SH: What the FUCK?

JW: What?

SH: Saturday? I'm not going!

JW: Don't be that way! It gets you out of your house.

SH: I'm ok with staying home

JW: We can go to a movie, then you won't have to talk to her. And quit sulking you look like a crazy person when you sulk

SH: But I really REALLY don't want to g-

Sherlock began to write, but was interrupted by our principal screaming and making a terrible scene.

"Has anyone seen Jim Moriarty? He's missing. OH GOD, OH GOD!" Mrs. Stovall says hysterically. Without missing a beat Sherlock was up and over to the woman sitting her down. When she wouldn't calm down Sherlock began to shake her.

"Stop that Sherlock!" I say running up to them. I take my uniform coat off and put it around her. "She's in shock." I say and get Sherlock to fetch her some water. And not to long later she was able to speak, somewhat, coherently.

"His-his parents are dead. Oh god. He's nowhere to be found. I- I have never seen so much blood. B-blood everywhere. It's terrible." She says still trembling.

"Did you call the police?" I ask the scared principal. She nods in reply.

"John and I will look for Jim for you. You just rest. If the crime really is a blood bath then the possibility of the killer taking him are 1 in 3 million. He most likely saw the scene and ran or hid during the deed and then ran. Either case, he is still alive. Allow us to leave school and search." He deduces, which seems to make her feel better. She gives us the permission to leave and we quickly run to my car. I start up the car and begin to drive. I see Sherlock pull out a folder.

"Head to 278 Miner Road." He says looking through the folder. I knew where that was, it was down the street from me.

"What's that?" I ask gesturing to the folder.

"Jim Moriarty's file. I borrowed it from Mrs. Stovall." He says plainly.

"You stole it?" I say with surprise.

"I like to call it pickpocket borrowing. Stealing is such a vile word. Besides I am going to return it. Sometime." She lock says with that smile I love. I pull up to the home and follow Sherlock inside. I gasp. I see what put Mrs. Stovall into hysterics. Mrs. Moriarty was mutilated. Her head laid on the sofa facing the telly seemingly watching a soap opera. Her left arm was dangling from the hat stand, the top of said stand shoved deep inside the cut portion. Her right leg hung from a hook on the ceiling. Her left leg stood straight up, defying gravity. Her torso was placed on the table in a ritual like manor.

"That was obviously the point of mutilation." I hear Sherlock explain as he looks around the living room. The whole house had an odd smell. I follow the smell to the kitchen. "Where's the other arm?" I hear Sherlock question aloud. I open the oven, that was turned on, and gagged.

"It's over here." I tell him. He runs over to me and looks inside. He then turned off the oven and began up the stairs. I follow, not truly understanding why. In the study was a second mutilated body, Mr. Moriarty. His head sat on the keyboard facing the screen of his laptop. His left arm was wrapped up in a rug, while his right clung tightly to the third shelf of the book shelf. His legs were tied to the fan and swung around as the fan did. It was disturbing. I hear Sherlock stomp around the house. I just couldn't take my eyes off this horrific scene. I hear the front door open and I immediately tense and begin to sweat. I hear Sherlock descend the stairs and pray to whatever is watching that the killer didn't come back.

"Ahhhhhh. Detective Inspector Lestrade." I hear Sherlock say. I release the breath that I didn't notice I was holding. I walk down the stairs in a daze, deciding to join Sherlock and the police.

"What are you doing here? God, and you dragged someone along this time?" Lestrade says with annoyance.

"A friend. And you know exactly what I'm doing here. Both my job and yours. You should be out looking for Jim. He's more important than you think." Sherlock says smugly, giving him a look like he is a complete idiot.

"Yea. I know. He's the son." Lestrade retorts. Sherlock sighs loudly and begins to prance around the room making hand gestures.

"God! Look at the obvious!" Sherlock yells. "The foot prints! No other prints are found in the blood besides these feet prints." Sherlock explains.

"But those could be anybodies." Lestrade argues. Sherlock sighs again.

"It must be nice not being me, so relaxing." He says with disappointment. "It was either someone the trusted or someone who was already inside. It's so bloody obvious!" Sherlock yells as if they can't hear him.

"Obvious?" I question as Lestrade tries to argue. Sherlock holds up his hand shushing Lestrade.

"What,John?" He asks me, his eyes glittering with excitement.

"I-I just don't see it. How is it obvious?" I ask feeling shy all of a sudden. Sherlock smiles and begins to rant.

"Look her." He says running over to the door. "No sign of a break in. And look at the foot prints here. He stood here for several seconds, dripping blood around his prints on the floor. Meaning he had to unlock the door before leaving. Therefore, since the door was locked from the inside and there isn't a sign of a break in that would mean one of two things. One being, someone they knew was allowed in and murdered them. The second being, that Jim Moriarty did this. Then if you add In all the compelling evidence against him such as: every window was locked, agreeing with my previous conclusion, Along with the prints leading to and from the scene starting up stairs and leading down here, which the size of the foot match Jim's shoe size. Who's room is on the second floor? Jim Moriarty's. And if your tiny pea brains still can't comprehend, the biggest answer is in the kitchen." He says leading us to said kitchen. He steals a pair of gloves from Lestrade and pulls the perfectly cooked arm out of the oven. "Here." He states pointing to the upper arm.

"What?" Lestrade asks. I look closely and that's when I saw it.

"I really loved you, mummy." I read aloud the words carved into the skin. Sherlock smiles brightly at my observation. I then see enlightenment cross Lestrade's face.

"Oh." He says dumb founded. "Thanks for your help, Sherlock and…friend, but shouldn't you two be in school?" Lestrade says annoyed.

"Was given permission by the principal to leave. And don't be dumb. You know this is my job, Lestrade." Sherlock says plainly.

"Job?" I ask confused.

"Yes, when the police are at their wits end and don't have a clue, which is always, they come to me. I'm a Consulting Detective. Only one in the world. I created the job." Sherlock says proudly. "I'm going to need to look at Jim's file." Sherlock says to Lestrade.

"I can't do that, Sherlock." Lestrade answers.

"You need me." He says plainly. Lestrade sighs.

"Yes, god, yes I do. Do as you wish." He says handing the file to Sherlock. Sherlock smiles a hell-yes kind of smile. He then takes several picture of the scene on his phone.

"To my house!" Sherlock yells excitedly, pointing to nowhere. I roll my eyes and drive him home. He jumps out of the car and before I could pull away he call out. "Come, John!" He urges me to come inside. I shut off the engine and follow him. I follow him up two floors and down a long hallway. We finally reach our final destination, Sherlock's room. His incredibly messy room. He leaps onto his bed like a cat and immediately had Jim's file open and sprawled across his bed. I maneuvered around piles of books and papers and sit in the only empty chair in the room. I spin the chair to face the desk and scream from surprise.

"What?" Sherlock yells panicked and a bit frightened by my random outburst.

"A-a- a skull?" I stutter pointing to said skull.

"Ohhh. Belle. She's my friend. Oh… When I say friend…." Sherlock explains and then drops the subject. He continues his looking of the file for about an hour, and I spent my time doodling on some paper. My stomach growls loudly making Sherlock look up.

"You're hungry." He says, not being a question. He stands and grabs my hand and pulls me to the kitchen.

"Do you like French Cuisine?" He asks me. I nod not really knowing if I do or don't. "Good, cause that's all I can cook. If you want tea you'll have to make it yourself. If I make it, I'd fear for your health." He says with a chuckle. I laugh and put the kettle on. After 30 min everything was ready to eat. I purr in happiness when he set the plate in front of me. It was gone so quickly it seemed like I had been starving. I ate another plate and felt so full I thought I'd pop.

"So good." I say to Sherlock giving him a thumbs up. I had to coarse him to eat again, but he did eat. We walk back up to his room and he clears a walkway and moves some things around. He packs up Jim's file and tosses it on a pile of other files and jumps on his bed. I sit in the most amazingly comfortable chair I have ever sat in in my life. He looks at me like he wants to say something, but didn't know what to say. I just raise an eyebrow to him.

"You can spend the night, that is if you want to. It will give you time away from your brother." He says obviously trying to be nice. I smile at the gesture.

"If you don't mind. I hate having to put up with my drunkard SISTER." I say putting emphasis on the word sister.

"Sister?" Sherlock says with disdain. "God. There's always something." He deadpans "You can stay in the guest room, to the left of my room. You can borrow a pair of my pajamas." He says rummaging through his draws and pulls out a pair of red PJs. I go into his bathroom and change into the PJs. They were a little big on me in length, but tight in width. He is soooo skinny! I think to myself. I walk out of the bathroom and follow him down to the living room. He put my school clothes into the washer and downs a whole can of Coke. "Want to watch a movie?" He asks me at 10:30. I figured I might as well stay up late since I don't have to listen to bitching and crying.

"Sure. Got popcorn?" I ask him. He then seems to explode with energy.

"HELL YES! I fuckin love popcorn!" He says excitedly and then blushes at his outburst. "Sorry, caffeine does this to me." He says holding up his second can of coke, His leg tapping uncontrollably. I laugh. Never thought of him as the hyper type. I smile and go to the kitchen and pop a bag of popcorn. When it was done Sherlock popped a second one. "I will probably eat the whole bag, in all honesty." He says seriously. We decide to watch Freddy, all of the Freddy's. With Sherlock's leg bouncing the whole time and him squirming in his seat. I yawn after the final one and tell him good night. I fall asleep fairly quickly, but am plagued by dreams of Sherlock. His smell was everywhere. I wake up blushing and will my boner away. I walk down stairs and am surprised to see Sherlock still up, and watching the third Resident Evil movie.

"Do you ever sleep?" I say exhaustedly.

A/N: REVIEW PLEASE I REALLY LIKE KNOWING WHAT YOU THINKS.