AN: Here's the next chapter, read and review! Yes i'm playing around with the scenes :)

Jim hadn't wanted to resort to kidnapping but if anything, his urge to see Sherlock Holmes outweighed all the others by far. He had yet to see him in so long so now and he missed him so much even though he couldn't say that he loved the other. So Jim had Sebastian Moran strap on the bombs to John's body as he stood in the parka, the final plan to draw Sherlock into his trap. Jim nodded in satisfaction as he took his place now, the bomb set to go off in an hour's time. Sherlock would definitely come for him, this one, John was his precious doctor.

"Jim Moriarty show yourself!" Sherlock yelled as he looked around the eerily lit pool, the light gleaming off the water, lighting up the place.

Sure enough as Jim had expected, Sherlock had arrived, he smirked as he spotted Sherlock going over to John, "Stop right there Sherlock," Jim said, coming out of his hiding place. "You're not going anywhere," Jim said, his hand signaling Sebastian to train the sniper on Sherlock. The red laser beam taking aim right between the detective's eyes, "How'd you enjoy it? Our little game Sherlock?"

"You're mad Jim, this doesn't concern John at all, it's between us. Just us," Sherlock said, his gaze flickering to the timer on John's body then back to Jim.

"Doesn't concern John? You forgot why exactly I kidnapped him. Or is something clouding your judgment Sherlylocks? John Watson was taken because he's a direct link to you, the only one that you care for the most isn't that right Sherlock?" Jim asked, his voice ringing through the cavernous swimming complex. That's right Sherlock only cared for John now and not him at all.

Sherlock knew what this was all about. Moriarty's apparent not caring resulted in things like this, destructive, damaging acts that would leave people scarred for life. "So you took him just because you knew I would come running. Is that it? Very good, I'm here now Jim, so let him go. It's me you want isn't it?" Sherlock asked taking a step forward cautiously.

"Let him go…it would be so boring," Jim purred, "But fine, I'll let him go since you're here already, say your bloody goodbyes and you're coming with me," Jim said, resetting the bomb now so that it was harmless, he stood watching as Sherlock took the bomb off John, tossing it away. The detective's hands brushing off the other and checking him over. Jim rolled his eyes, "I don't have all night Sherlock!" Jim growled.

Once Sherlock had John safely out of the swimming complex and on his way home, he turned back to matters at hand, the sniper's red laser was still on him. "Are you going to let Sebastian kill me?" Sherlock asked taking a step closer to Jim now that they were almost alone. Jim waved his hand once more and then the red laser beam was gone, Sebastian having left the scene.

"He's gone. No need to worry, It's just you and me now," Jim said, looking to Sherlock once more, his blue-grey eyes studying him.

"So why'd you call me here this time Jim after what you said the last time. I thought nothing's changed?" Sherlock asked his eyes observing the criminal mastermind.

Jim turned, facing his back to Sherlock once more, not trusting himself to look at the detective, "Nothing much has changed…I just like seeing you around…but not in an 'I love you manner'," Jim murmured, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked about the sides of the pool now Sherlock following close behind.

Sherlock laughed, just a little at Jim's way of phrasing things, he knew exactly that the other liked him, had studied him enough to guess if just a bit, plus what had previously happened before in the past…he'd just about confirmed it, though why the other was so afraid of telling him now was another thing.

"You can always just ask to see me you know?" Sherlock said.

"No I can't. Criminal mastermind remember?" Jim asked turning to face him nearly too quickly that if Sherlock hadn't caught his arm Jim would be in the pool. Slightly shaken, Jim clung to the detective now, his heart running at a thousand miles an hour as he stood there, "I can't just ask to see you Sherlock, it's not my way. It's not how criminals work, you can't just stroll up to the detective's house and leave with a fucked-fresh look! You don't know me anymore," Jim said, with renewed vigor as he stepped away from the detective.

"Don't know you anymore?" Sherlock scoffed, "I know you better than anyone Jim, I know your heart better than anyone else's. You want to say I don't know you? Fine, but tell me who was the one who left first? You Jim, left me all alone in school to go abroad and you never contacted me. I didn't even know if you were dead or alive," Sherlock said watching as Jim's eyes looked to his once more.

"I left because of your dear brother," Jim growled, "He wanted me to break contact with you as a friend. So I did. I went overseas, ran away with Sebastian Moran, fell in love with him, became a criminal mastermind and came back here to London only because I heard about you, consulting detective," Jim said stabbing a finger in Sherlock's direction, "I came back for you. I devised plans to see you, planting bombs and playing games is the only way I know how Sherlock. I cannot be with you anymore as a normal person, I've already given that up a long time ago," Jim said with a sad little smirk, "but I'm sure you already got that fixed haven't you?"

"What? John? He and I…we…" Sherlock trailed off seeing the other not wanting to hear.

Jim held up a hand, "I don't need to know," he said pushing off the wall that he was leaning on, "That is your personal life and I am not involved in it at all, not anymore," he said calmly as he strode over to Sherlock now, he leaned in, his eyes meeting the taller man's eyes, "This isn't goodbye yet Sherlock, not yet, I'll be back. I have more planned in store for the two of us, our scripts have yet to run out."

Sherlock grasped the other by the chin now, kissing him, roughly with anger at first. Then gently, when he felt Jim give in to him, tasting the other sweet on his lips. He felt a deep sorrow emanating from the criminal mastermind, no…his friend, the young man that he had used to love, caught in the trappings of a criminal mastermind, a beast that his own brother had created.

"If it wasn't for Mycroft-" Sherlock began but was stopped by Jim once more.

"It wasn't his fault. I wanted it to. I loved the thrill in killing people, chasing them down, hunting them before finally holding them captive and killing them as they incessantly plead for their bloody insignificant lives," Jim said with a laugh, "It's the way things work Sherlock, the way the world works or haven't you figured that out yet?"

Sherlock watched as Jim, gave him a final devilish smirk before turning and walking towards the exit to the swimming complex.

"In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king," Jim rattled off as he pushed against the doors of the swimming complex, looking back to Sherlock who stood rooted, watching him, "and honey you should see me in a crown."