Chapter 7~Stand Off~
Sherlock wraps his arm around John, calming his terrified tremble. Sherlock saw the cut near Johns temple, the blood still wet trailed down his face and ran onto Johns shoulder staining his shirt. Sherlock whispered into Johns ear "get out of here now, I will handle this John". Sherlock looked into Johns eyes as they screamed no. "Are you mad, I m staying right by your side. I m not leaving you". Moriarty laughed out loud as Robbie rolled his eyes at Moriarty. Moriarty glared at Robbie drawing his gun, so did Robbie back at Moriarty. Sherlock took a step back and both Moriarty and Robbie pointed their guns at Sherlock and John. Sherlock froze in place as his hand drew out his gun pointing it at both men. John still remained by Sherlock's side starring into the barrels of the guns that had his and Sherlock's names on them.
Sherlock started a star down with both men. He felt John leave his side and he turned his head to see two guards taking John towards the door to the outside. John pleaded to stay screaming. "NO Sherlock. Let me go"! Sherlock held his gaze with John "its ok John I will be fine, I assure you" . After that John was outside the warehouse, the doors locked. The three men with guns could hear a faint screaming from John through the thick walls. Moriarty glared at Sherlock. "How did you survive that fall"? Sherlock stared at Moriarty remaining silent. Moriarty roared in frustration stepping towards Sherlock. "Tell me or your dead"! Moriarty threatened. Sherlock pulled the trigger back but no bullets left the barrel. Moriarty smiled "looser" Sherlock felt a bullet enter through his side and another one in his leg. He closed his eyes hearing a total of 6 gunshots. Sherlock opened his eyes seeing Moriarty dead at his feet and seeing Robbie looking terrified, hands shaking like mad. "Robbie, why did you-" "You didn t do anything wrong. I m sorry. I had my own reasons for doing what I did I swear." Robbie took off towards the back of the warehouse and Sherlock struggled to his feet opening the door grunting and out of breathe.
John saw Sherlock leaning against the door frame, blood staining his white shirt underneath his dress jacket. Sherlock fell into Johns arms no longer able to stand on the wounded leg. "Sherlock"? John said stunned by this. Sherlock rested his head in Johns lap as John tore his arm sleeve off wrapping it tightly around the wound in Sherlock's leg. "Sherlock can you hear me"? John asked Sherlock who was unfocused as to what was happening around him. "What, John What s going on. Ow" Sherlock grunted at the pain bringing him back to all that just went down. "Lestrade should be here any minute" As soon as John said that the police and emergency crew blared their sirens. John took Sherlock in his arms lifting the tall slender man up. Sherlock could see the determined look on Johns face when he walked as quick as he could towards the ambulance. Once inside the ambulance John was asked to leave but Sherlock clutched Johns hand for dear life. "No, he stays". Sherlock ordered and they let John ride along with them to the hospital. "Sherlock your going to be ok" Sherlock smiled up at John. "I know that John. Thank you" Sherlock's hand slid up Johns naked arm to his face. Johns cheeks went pink with embarrassment. Sherlock's vision started to blur at the edges. "Sherlock, can you hear me. Sherlock"? John asked as Sherlock's eyes were starting to close. He could see a mask being placed over his face. "Sherlock take a deep breathe for me". John said, sounding like a order to Sherlock. Sherlock took in a deep breath as he felt Johns cool fingers at his neck. The great detective closed his eyes unable to hold them open any longer. "He should be ok his breathing is stable again. Hang in there Sherlock, were almost to the hospital". Sherlock herd John say as he slipped off to sleep.
Awhile of silence passed over Sherlock. He felt a hand over his arm rubbing it. "Sherlock, hey wake up" John said softly, his deep voice calling to Sherlock from sleep. Sherlock's eyes opened to a blurry version of John. His hand automatically reached out feeling Johns cheek. "John" Sherlock said sleepily to John who was still beside his bed. John looked into Sherlock's sleepy grey eyes leaning over the bed. John leaned in and kissed Sherlock on the cheek. "John, how long have I been asleep"? John pulled his lips away from Sherlock's cheek to look him in the eyes. "You have been out for three days, the doctors say you are strong enough to leave today since your were not too badly hurt". Sherlock blushed at the mention of doctor but also getting what John said to him.
A hour later Sherlock was finally released from the hospital, complaining on how he should have been able to go home right after they escaped the warehouse. "I m telling you John if they allowed me to go home I wouldn't have to be in those annoying hospital beds with the irritating machines in the first place. Besides I already have a doctor, I don't need another one". John blushed at what Sherlock said. "Sherlock I get where you are coming from but lets face it in that scenario you were better off in a hospital. Plus I had to have myself checked out even before I could go and visit you". Finally they were up the stares and inside their flat again, away from the public's eyes. Sherlock laid on the couch stretched out and comfortable. John walked over to the couch watching Sherlock with his eyes closed in his hands in the praying position. Johns fingertips brushed Sherlock's cheek as he smiled once again at him knowing what he felt for his friend was not only friendship, it was deeper than that. It was the fantastic feeling of love. "Sherlock I love you" John said his voice so sure of himself. Sherlock opened his eyes gazing into Johns eyes.