Chapter 4
Jim watched Sherlock, waiting for him to say something. When he didn't Jim sighed.
"Not very talkative today, dear." Jim smirked.
"I just didn't feel the need to say anything at that precise moment. So I believe you asked me here for a reason."
"Yes. We need to talk."
"Just talk?"
"For now. But things could change. Depends if you're a good boy or not."
"If you're expecting me to play by the rules, you should know by now Jim, that's not my style."
"Well, we will see about that." Jim looked to the side of him and nodded. Seb walked out to join his boss. He was pulling Molly with him. Sherlock glanced at Molly. She wasn't crying, she didn't even look upset. Actually she was just trying not to give Jim or Seb the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She smiled at Sherlock weakly. Jim's eyes flicked from Sherlock to Molly and back again. He was smiling still.
"Aw, look at them Seb. They're so sweet. Smiling at each other, making each other feel better." Jim said sarcastically. Seb laughed with his boss. Sherlock shifted his stance slightly.
"Uncomfortable Sherley?" Sherlock didn't answer. Jim suddenly realised that it looked like Sherlock was alone. "Didn't you bring your little friend honey? Ah well, at least if you die here there will only be little Miss Hooper here and Johnny boy that knew you were alive. And I'm sure we can silence them easily." Sherlock looked at John, who took that as his signal. He walked out and stood next to Sherlock's side.
"You're not the only one who can conceal their friends."
"Oh, so he is your friend now. At last. I mean you could do with making the description a bit more..." Jim searched for a word, "Intimate. Maybe...boyfriend?" Sherlock and John glanced at each other at the same time.
"Oh! Has that already happened?" Jim teased.
"Shut up Jim!" John exclaimed.
"Nice to see you too."
"Enough banter Jim. What is it this time?"
"Like I said before, we need to talk. Catch up. It's been so long. After that, who knows what will happen. Makes it more exciting if you don't know."
"Fine, I'll talk with you. As soon as you let Molly go."
"Hmm let me think...NOPE! Seb, do what is necessary please."
"'Course boss." Seb lifted a gun to Molly's head. John pulled out a gun and pointed it, first at Jim then changing to Seb.
"Oh John. Think about it. What will happen if you pull the trigger?" Jim teased. "Drop it." Sherlock nodded at John, who dropped it.
"That's better. So, Sherlock are you willing to play the game?"