AN: Hi!
First off, I want to say thank you for all of your support! I feel I am accomplishing so much with this being my first story and all. To have received so many views, reviews and followers is just so amazing. Thank you all and I hope you all continue to do so. :)

Anyways, in this chapter, we have Sherlock showing his more vulnerable side to Mrs. Hudson, and John discovering a organization being run by a certain someone... XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any that goes with it.

Happy reading!~


John was in a daze for a bit until he was brought back into reality by soft lips lightly pressing against his. John was debating whether or not he should kiss back but he didn't think fast enough because Sherlock already pulled back and held John's face rather closely as if he was looking for some type of reaction from an experiment.

'Hold on just a moment… a reaction?'

That was the last thought John had before he left Sherlock's embrace and made a move towards the door. John was about to reach for the handle but Sherlock caught up to John and gripped his shoulder then forced him to turn and face him.

"What is it? Did I do some-?"

"What am I to you really…?" John demanded.

Sherlock loosened his grip on John's shoulder allowing John to slip out and make a run out the door.

"John!" Sherlock shouted after he snapped out of his trance. Sherlock rushed to the window and saw John hail a cab but he seemed to hesitate to enter the cabbie. Sherlock was about to go down and get him but John looked up at the window, where Sherlock was currently standing, and the expression John wore made Sherlock feel awful.

John looked crushed.

Sherlock didn't know what to do or how to react so he just stood there anxiously staring at John until he entered the cab and drove away. Once the cab was out of sight, Sherlock began pacing back and forth in the living room cursing left and right.

"What did I do that caused him to react like that? He clearly liked the kiss! I don't understand…"

Sherlock ranted on and on until he saw Mrs. Hudson come in and cross her arms in a disappointed and irritated manner. Sherlock paused then took a seat and waited for the lecture to come.

"Sherlock dear, what did you do to John to make him rush out like that? I don't think I've ever seen him so upset." Mrs. Hudson asked Sherlock accusingly.

Sherlock ran his hand through his hair then curled up into a ball on his couch.

"I don't know Mrs. Hudson. It's so annoying not knowing anything but relationships are clearly not my area. What do I do?" Sherlock voice was barely audible because of his curled position.

"Oh my Sherlock, I am, also, not well with relationships. I mean just look at me, I'm still single." Mrs. Hudson cooed as she sat next to Sherlock and patted his back reassuringly.

"Your husband was a terrible man. You don't deserve that kind of man." Sherlock softly said as he lifted his head a bit to see Mrs. Hudson chuckling softly.

"Oh Sherlock, you're flattering me! Anyways, don't ask me for advice. I wish I could but…"

"No. I understand. Thank you." Sherlock got up and gave Mrs. Hudson a short hug then got up to retrieve his phone.

"Anything for London's best consulting detective. Now, would you like some tea?" Mrs. Hudson asked politely.

"Yes. That would be lovely." Sherlock replied as he scrolled through his contacts on his phone.

"Alright dearie, but just remember-."

"I am not you're house keeper," Sherlock finished Mrs. Hudson's sentence with a grin. "I will never forget that."

Mrs. Hudson gave Sherlock a sweet smile before she entered the kitchen to prepare the mugs.

While she was pouring the hot water into the cups, Sherlock was texting.

"Come to my flat. I need advice. –SH"

Sherlock nervously twisted his phone around in his hands until his phone chimed. Sherlock went to his inbox and checked the new message.

"Blimey! The world's only consulting detective needs advice? It must be something bloody serious then. I'll be there soon. –GL"

Sherlock sighed and accepted Mrs. Hudson's cup of tea with a nod. Mrs. Hudson left the room and Sherlock was alone once again.

'John… what did I do wrong?'

That was the last thought Sherlock had before he went to the kitchen and pulled out a human brain from the refrigerator and started experimenting on it.


'That bloody twat!'

John was beyond angry. He was so happy when Sherlock had kissed him but then he just had to give him that look.

'So… all this time… was I just another one of his bloody experiments?'

John paused then shook his head. He knew Sherlock didn't know much about sentiment. It wasn't his area as he describes it.

'Maybe… I should have stayed and demanded some answers instead of storming off like some jealous woman…'

John pinched the bridge of his nose and then leaned his head on the window of the cabbie and looked outside to, hopefully, distract his clouded mind.

"It looks like you're having relationship problems. She must be one complicated lady."

John removed his fingers from his nose and sat up to look at the cabbie driver through the interior rear view mirror.

John, for the first time, wished he had Sherlock's power of observation.

The driver wasn't dressed as a normal cabbie driver. This cabbie driver has a nice black suit with a white dress shirt underneath and a black tie. His hair is professionally whipped to the side and was dyed a light brown. The cabbie noticed John staring through the mirror and chuckled.

"So it's not a woman but, it's not just any man either... It's Sherlock Holmes, right?"

John's head snapped up at Sherlock's name and narrowed his eyes.

"Who are you and where are you taking me?"

The cabbie driver laughed and looked through the mirror at John's serious face.

"Me? No one to be afraid of that's for sure. My name is Alfred and I come from a secret organization. I'll explain later, but we really need you come with us right now."

John blinked and looked out the window and realized they were in the middle of nowhere. Alfred suddenly took a turn off the road and went onto another dirt road into a forest that seemed to be guarded by guards that camouflage with the forest. John almost didn't notice them because it was nighttime, but then Alfred turned on the lights and they became visible. A gate, made out of wood and barbed wire, came into view and one of the guards, who were guarding the gate, knocked on Alfred's window. Alfred lowered the window and the guard seemed to calm down a little when he saw it was Alfred.

"Sir, you have arrived earlier than expected. The boss said that once you arrive, you go see him at once."

"Yes, tell him I've brought John." Alfred replied.

"Yes sir." The guard confirmed as he waved in the direction of the gate and spoke on his transmitter as he walked back to his place. The gate opened and Alfred drove inside.

John looked out his window and saw the scenery of the forest turn into a place he would imagine the British Government to be like. There were white buildings with scientists and guards walking around the area and jeeps driving around the gate in patrol duty.

'Bloody hell, what did I get myself into?'

John thought to himself as Alfred parked the car and went around the car to open the door for him. John stared up at him for a second before he sighed, took off his seat belt and stepped out of the cabbie.

Alfred took him into the main building and went inside the elevator. There were three higher levels and two lower levels and Alfred pressed the lowest level.

It was silent for a bit until Alfred broke into laughter. John looked at him like he was crazy.

"May I ask, what is so funny?" John questioned awkwardly.

"You're not very social, are you? Why are you so stiff? We are not going to bite you!" Alfred replied while trying to calm his laughter.

"Well, I did just get taken away by some random person to this random place in the middle of no where. What if you need me for some crazy experiment or, what if you kill me?" John responded with venom growing on every word.

"Hey, chill! My boss will explain everything! Besides, my boss says he knows you so calm down, okay?" Alfred raised his hands in defense.

"Knows me? Who is he?" John questioned more calmly.

"No one knows. He wants to remain anonymous so no one even knows what he looks like." Alfred explained as the elevator doors opened to a surprisingly neat and clean room.

"Here you are. Press this button once you have been dismissed and I'll see you later!" Alfred said as John exited the elevator and the doors closed. John paused then shook his head and began to scan his surroundings. He wasn't as good as Sherlock when it came to observations but living with him for years taught him a thing or two.

The room was completely white with black furniture, the floor was so shiny, John could see his own reflection clearly, and the walls were bare except the one opposite from the elevator which had a large plasma telly, also, there's a large table in the center of the room with ornate chairs and a desk close to where the telly is located. But the room, itself, looks as if it's barely used.

A door from the corner of the room opened and two men stepped in, with hats concealing their faces, and stood at each corner of the desk.

"John, come here." The man on the left said.

John immediately knew who that voice belonged to.

"Is that you, Mycroft?" John examined closely as he went over to the men.

The man on the left took off his hat and it was none other than Mycroft.

"Yes, it is me but I am not the one who is in charge of this organization. That would be this gentleman right here."

John turned to look at the man on the right. The man walked to the desk and sat down and set his hat aside on the desk and smirked at John's shocked face.

"My name is Sebastian Moran, and this organization is created to eliminate Jim Moriarty."


AN: Ooh~ Mysterious, huh? Why is Sebastian wanting to get rid of Moriarty? XD

Also, can someone suggest a name for the organization? I can't really think of a good one...

Thank you!

Have a nice day~