To my guest 'Sue' thank you, it's nice to know people ARE wanting to read it.

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John lets him stare at the home screen of Jim Moriarty's mobile for a few more minutes, then, "Come on Rob, you don't want to get to know the 'Ice Man' personally do you? He's a whole different kind of mean when compared to Jim. Jim was just insane and did what whim came along, especially if it destroyed people's lives, but the 'Ice Man' does anything he deems necessary out of a sense of duty. I find it much more disturbing that, don't you agree?"

Rob's wide, panicked eyes dart from the mobile, to John, then to the Italian. Closing off visibly from them he sighs deeply, "He has to get a phone call or text every twelve hours, and the last one was when? You don't have a bloody chance mate. You'll have to lie, convincingly, directly to his second in command, or else he shoots to kill your boy-toy. "

John flicks quickly through the message history, the last text Jim sent out, other than the ones to Rob and before John jumped him, was a few hours before noon. Selecting the screen name 'mormor' John finds an extremely personal message:

14/09/12 09:04

Jim: Soon I will be done with this and you can stop being so predictably jealous! Everything I have done has been to make him suffer, you have to know that, I couldn't feel anything for him, he's just a tool.

14/09/12 09:05

mormor: Just you remember that. I expect an update soon.

Shuddering at the cold conversation over himself he scrolls through the personal files for this 'mormor' person. John quickly discovers several pictures of a young man who looks an awful lot like Sherlock. Though his expression is less exotic all the 'elements' of Sherlock's face are there, baring the eye colour and riotous curls. Flipping through the images in the file John feels his memories churn and swell. He knows this man. Suddenly he comes to the last image and a sharp stabbing pain in his chest takes his breath away.

Even he has to look closely at the man dressed in an exquisitely tailored suit to see that the curls are too perfect, 'curled artificially,' and the eyes are a ghostly grey-green, 'contacts, my god that's disturbing!' Turning back to Rob, "What is this picture all about?"

Rob smirks, "What that? Jim has been demolishing your fuck-toy's image. I think it's been high profile kidnappings mostly. Got him arrested last time, I think. The little girl screamed her head off when he asked to talk to her. Got that foxy Sargent under DI Lestrade all worked up, I think the Commissioner hauled him in for that. They think your boy's some sick child molester now, given the girl's response..."

Rob's rapid-fire spill of vitriol is halted with the sharp crack of John's fist against his nose. Walking away shaking his hand John tries to blink back the red film of rage that has overcome him.

Julio calmly wanders over and checks the nose, Rob whines noisily and fusses till Julio places his hands gently around his neck and depresses the carotid artery on both sides of his neck. Before Rob can even get his hands around Julio's wrists he's passed out.

Mary interjects sharply, "Julio, what have you done?!"

This pulls John back from his struggle as his doctor persona takes front and centre. Moving back to Rob's slumped form, still shaking his hand out, John looks him over carefully. Julio is setting the crooked nose and wiping the blood away with a cloth. "Don't worry about him for now my friend, I'm shocked it took you this long before you belted him in the face."

John hrm's his reply, accepting Julio's explanation as he checks to see fault in it. "You knocked him out so you could check his nose?" Not waiting for a response John continues, "Good choice, I really did a job on it. How did you knock him out so fast?"

Julio lays his hands where he had applied pressure, the outer edge of the thumbs lying directly along the carotid artery, "If you apply pressure here for a few seconds..."

"You fool the body into fainting all on it's own. Clever, I've only ever seen that done from behind as the 'sleeper hold', very interesting." Rob begins to moan and shift about, "Right, I'm going to take this mobile and go sit in the wagon. I don't think I can handle his filth much longer, well, not without chinning him again!" Captain Watson turns sharply, his military persona at the fore now, and marches himself away from the man he wants to abandon the Geneva Conventions for and 'do him in' for telling John about Jim's horrible plots. Anger at not being there to protect Sherlock driving him to the flatbed of the old Dodge wagon.

Scrolling restlessly back through the conversation snippets between the men John comes to two conclusions. One he has a little over a quarter of an hour to decide what 'Jim' is going to say to this sniper and two, that while most people know this 'mormor' is Jim's favourite and second in command, most don't know they are having sex.

John shivers, his mind conjuring up Jim's voice reading the texts to him, as he tries to get an idea of what to send. Eventually he decides on being as vague as possible:

14/09/12 20:57

Jim: The plebs here are so ordinary it's killing me. Still trying to catch my property, check his military files again. I want all intel sent to my phone last week.

14/09/12 20:58

mormor: I thought you had all that on your phone, was my contact at the airport not satisfactory?

John takes a deep breath, looking up to see Mary walking over to him. "Wasn't there a horse at the caves when we came out with Rob?" Blinking in surprise for a second Mary stops short, "You know what, I'm pretty sure there was a horse just standing there."

Fumbling his own mobile out of his pocket, "Shit!" Quickly he texts Petros:

14/09/12 20:59

Ioannes: There's a horse at the top of the trail, I completely forgot.

Then back to the other conversation:

14/09/12 21:00

Jim: If you call that NAG they sorted out as conveyance to the cave helpful, yes. During which time Jonny slipped by us. Currently following while teaching Robby boy about his errors. Send the files, something happened when I sunk the mobile last time, stupid standard EU power not being standard, and the file is corrupted.

14/09/12 21:01

mormor: Yes, of course Jim. It is true the Greeks are... difficult to motivate from afar. Do I need to send someone?

John stares at the message his blood gone cold for quite a few minutes till his own mobile's alert goes off.

14/09/12 21:03

Petros: Ioannes, your memory fails you, that was the horse your lady climber rode down. I have returned it to it's owner. He is very embarrassed that he allowed the mare to be loaned out. I doubt he'll mention it again.

Grinding his teeth over Petros taking such risks John looks back at Jim's mobile inspiration striking quickly:

14/09/12 21:04

Jim: Don't presume. I'm more than capable of motivating people, just have to know who to kill. Thankfully Robby boy is still capable of pulling a trigger... for now. I'll be in touch.

14/09/12 21:05

mormor: Sorry the sentiment escaped.

Slumping back against the edge of the wagon, John takes a deep breath and smiles at Mary. "I think he believed me, thank god."

14/09/12 21:06

Jim: Keep an eye on that, your not normally so ordinary.

Slipping both the phones in his jacket John sighs again, "Okay, so we have twelve hours now before I have a new chance to screw up." one of the mobiles in his pocket, Jim's he assumes, buzzes as a file transfer is completed. "At least now I'll be able to see what all his organisation knows about me."

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John's brain is absolutely humming, not only does Moriarty's network have information that should be impossible to obtain, but half the time he advanced in the field it was Cornel Moran that put his name forward. 'Bloody hell Rob was right! Moriarty arranged my life and career to suit his needs. No wonder the psychopath was so angry with me. All those years of hard work and I fall in love with Sherlock a couple weeks in? Must have been enraging.'

Snorting disbelievingly at his turn of thoughts John puts all that aside and wonders how he can get back to London to protect Sherlock. It's clear, not only in the files, but his experience that they tracked him till he went totally off the grid in Germany. There's even people in Cypress looking for him so the connection to Crete might come up eventually. They need a few things, false documents for Mary, cash, and a way off the island. Looking up at the young woman who's been quietly watching the sunset, giving him time to think, John marvels at how steadfast she is.

'Truly, if my heart didn't already belong to Sherlock, I'd be completely taken in by her determination and heart.' John turns away shaking his head at his own thoughts, 'Well, best see what we can do to get off this island.'

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Okay, just quick notes on a couple things!

First off I have to again apologise for the bad behaviour of Rob, his use of the term 'boy-toy' and 'fuck-toy' are calculated to increase one John Hamish Watson's blood pressure. Not something I condone, nor advise, JHW has a notorious right hook ;)

Now I don't directly ship Mormor, but the idea of Moran avenging Jim seems like a beautifully perverse mirror to Johnlock to me and I cannot resist it. To that end I thought it funny to have Jim put 'mormor' as his contact title for Moran. Couldn't resist really.

The 'sleeper hold' to anyone who watches modern wrestling is something of old hat. But for those who don't know their WWF'S from their Ultimate Fighter's the 'sleeper hold' is a real method of rendering a foe unconscious quickly. Generally this is done from behind wrapping an arm across the throat making sure the point of your elbow is under the chin. This ensures you apply pressure to the blood flow, NOT the airflow, which is extremely dangerous. It is also true that it takes less than two seconds, because, as John mentioned, it fools the body into thinking your experiencing an episode of high blood pressure and so you faint. Why? Well the body tries to regulate the heart by slowing it and your breathing down, that makes you faint. Human body is neat huh?

This is in reference to John stalking off before doing Rob any harm. The term 'do someone in' refers to murdering the person in question. Definitely against the Geneva Conventions ;)

'Pleb' well there has been a LOT of news surrounding this term in the news here in the UK (ok last October, but still!) so I thought I'd explain a bit. The term plebs referred to the general body of free, land-owning Roman citizens of the Roman Empire. It was comprised of the non-aristocratic class of Rome and consisted of freed people, shopkeepers, crafts people, skilled or unskilled workers, and farmers. This being said, using this word to describe someone IS derogatory and elitist. Two things Jim does in his sleep!
The reason why it's been in the news here, is former Chief Whip Andrew Mitchell (who resigned his position due to the rabid behaviour in the press visa vie his family) supposedly called a police officer at the main gate of Downing Street a pleb. Mitchell has always denied using that term, saying he DID curse (said 'I thought you people were supposed to fucking help us') and was sorry he lost his bottle. But refuses the 'pleb' comment that was supposedly supported by a public witness. In December it came out that the person who was listed as the witness was firstly another police officer and secondly not present at the time of comment. The inquisition is still ongoing.

The standard EU power not being standard comment John makes, as Jim, is in reference to the fact that in remote locations all over the EU the level of mains power isn't always the same. John is bluffing that the device was harmed by the fluctuation during charging/sinking.

That's it for this chapter, be back soon-ish, power0girl