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Hello dear readers.

Here comes the next chapter of Swimming in blood.

It took me a lot of time to write it because I wasn't sure to know what to do with it.

Now I know. Short chapter because I needed it to be dynamic and give the right impulse for the next one.

Hope you'll like it. Thank you for your patience and support.

Enjoy and please review

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Chapter 7 – I love you more

"Sherlock?" John was sitting on the sofa his laptop where it was supposed to be, on his lap "Sherlock!" The detective crossed the room in two long steps.

"What is it John?" The brown haired man looked at the doctor with an almost scared expression on his face.

"Look at that..." John turned the computer so Sherlock could see the picture displayed on the screen.

"Of course it's signed with a M, isn't it?" He said turning his eyes away from the menacing spider's photography to look at John's face.

"Of course. But I think this bit is for you..." The doctor added scrolling slowly, revealing another picture.

"Bastard!" Sherlock hissed as he saw the close up of John's face, he was in pain, it had been taken from the roof on the other side of the street while Sherlock was in his room searching for the cure to the spider's venom.

"He wants to upset you. Don't let him have this power over you."

"But..."

"And stop being scared for me like that, firstly because I'm a grown up and I can handle myself and secondly because I want you back to your entire self, this gracious, intelligent and fearless man I met not that long ago. Understand me, I'm glad you care for me, really glad, and I love you but you make me think I'm dragging you back in the common world and, frankly I don't like it."

"Well..."

"Okay, what I just said is absolutely true but come here and kiss me right now because you're really cute when you have this expression on your face."

Sherlock smiled and came to sit close to his lover. They kissed lovingly and this was about to go further when John moved away from the detective.

"So you won't let him scare or infuriate you with things like those pictures?"

"No I won't...come here."

"Sherlock..." John said, he was really serious.

"No I won't let him have power over me, but I will do my best to keep you safe, you can't prevent me from doing that."

"No I can't." John smiled and went back to the kissing.

"Oh!" He interrupted once more.

"What?"

"You can tell your brother, he doesn't have all the roofs covered, shame on him."

"I will," Sherlock answered pushing John to make him lay on the couch "now shut that pretty mouth of yours...From now on you're just allowed to moan, whimper, gasp and scream my name." The detective run his tongue along John's neck and nipped it lightly and John let out a sigh "That's a good beginning yes, let's see if you can do better."

The next hour proved he could do better, much, much better.

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The next day, John received another mail, a picture of him walking in the street. A target was drawn on his chest.

He didn't tell Sherlock.

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The next day, John and Sherlock were sitting on the couch.

"John I'm so bored..." The detective said leaning close to his lover.

"Maybe you should conduct a new experiment..." John looked at his man's face, Sherlock was smiling like the Cheshire Cat "No you won't experiment on me!"

"Please...please, please, please..."

"God Sherlock you can be such a child sometimes!" John groaned. That morning he received a picture of him covered in what seemed to be blood, that affected his mood. "Sorry...I'm, just not in the mood today..."

"What is it John?" The detective said his face serious again.

"It's just, I't's kind of claustrophobic here. I know we can't go out without our escort, and, frankly I have nothing specific to do outside but I feel like a rat in his cage."

"I know how it feels..."

"Sorry, I know you value your freedom, this must be difficult for you as well..."

"I'm with you."

John smiled and cupped his lover's cheek.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"No you don't."

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The next day everything changed.

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"I know it was the best thing to do but...he's going to hate me, and you. But you're used to it, aren't you" John turned his head and looked in Mycroft's eyes.
"He will understand."

"No he won't. Don't lie to me, ever. Ever more, should I say." Mycroft's always so polite smile left his face and John sighed. "Where are you taking me."

"Give me your phone John."

"Why?"

"Give me your cellphone and I will tell you. I can't let you change your mind and tell Sherlock where you are."

John stared at the older Holmes, thinking fast, then he put his hand in his jacket pocket and took his mobile. He hesitated a short second then gave it to the man in front of him.
"Thank you."

"Do I have to tell you what the deal is again or you got it?" John asked gloomily.

"I haven't always been true to you but I'm not a liar, John."

"I wish I could trust you."

"I wish you didn't left that message to my little brother."

"I just couldn't leave like that."

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Sherlock woke up in the mid-evening, his head was heavy, his mouth dry. Something was wrong, really wrong. His thoughts were foggy.

"John?" He croaked "John?" He sat on the bed, shook his head and ran his hands on his curly hair. Then he saw it. The white envelope on the pillow. On John's pillow. He took it and read his name on it, John's handwriting.

.

Sherlock,

Do I have to explain what is happening here? I don't think so.

Believe me I'd rather be with you than anywhere else but I'm weakening you, my presence is clouding your judgement. What you need now is control.

Moriarty is targeting me. Maybe it's part of his plan, maybe he is just insane, I don't know. You said it yourself, it's not possible to be sure of anything.

I believe you know who's helping me.

Don't try to find me. Please. I hope I won't regret this.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

I love you.

Forever yours,

John

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"Listen to me you bastard," Sherlock screamed on his brother's answering machine "I don't know what you told him to make him leave me but you bring him back now!"

Mycroft didn't call back since his broken cellphone was laying on the road close to his now damaged and empty car somewhere in the English countryside.