Four Thursdays John Would Never Forget
Chp 12
So sorry this is so late. I've got a lot going on, just…ugh, sorry.
John was aware that he had been drugged but that didn't make him feel any better about what he had said. Sure Sherlock could be insufferable during a case, but that was just part of who he was. John wasn't in love with the man just for his good sides; he was in love with all of him, even the parts that made him a dick. So while how he'd acted about driving had bothered him, it wasn't like he was crying about it, he knew Sherlock cared it was just in his own way. Which was part of the reason he was so surprised to have Sherlock hand both him and Greg cups of coffee during their interrogation of the couple who owned the Inn. They were confessing to the ownership of the very real but not very monstrous dog that lived in the moor. Apparently they were fond of the influx of tourists, not odd considering their occupation, however it was more than a bit cruel on Henry Knight's part. That didn't change the fact that someone was still out there trying to drive the poor sod mad.
It didn't take very long for the three of them to finish up and contact the local authorities but Sherlock was practically crawling out of his skin. John wasn't sure why they hadn't just left if he was so anxious. The man slipped away at some point to do god knows what but it seemed whatever it was didn't offer much relief and he looked about ready to explode. When Lestrade had finally finished speaking with the locals he walked over to John and the fidgety detective and gave a quick smile.
"Would have though you two would have been miles away by now, haven't you got some detective business to attend to."
The inspector chuckled as the two stood from their perches.
"Yes well, apparently Sherlock needed to wait for you."
John reported with a bit of confusion evident in his voice.
"Did he now? What ever for?"
Lestrade asked with just as much if not more confusion. Sherlock rolled his eyes dramatically at the pair as he walked past them.
"I needed you to come with us back to Baskervilles. My brother has just given us permission under the impression that John and I will be under your supervision. Now come along, you've made us late enough as it is."
The detective declared tight lipped leaving Lestrade and John to follow behind and very confused.
John wasn't certain why he was being rushed into some computer room, but he wasn't about to complain. He wanted this case wrapped up quickly, which meant giving Sherlock free reign. Normally he wouldn't be so worried about solving a case but he still had hopes that they might make a vacation of this yet. He did feel upset about how things had progressed so far and despite their conversation in the grave yard there was a lingering feeling of doubt. Doubt in the fact that Sherlock was actually over what had happened. The man refused to admit it, but he was easily affected by chats such as the one that took place by the fire. It was evident to John that it was another one of those things they were supposed to 'sweep under the rug' however he was also aware of just how bad that habit was becoming. Even with their revelations after the 'scandal in Belgravia' they still continued to ignore such details as their feelings. Now, there was no book saying that a weekend of hotel sex was going to cure that, but John was willing to try.
Once Sherlock had seated them in front of a myriad of computer screens he took out a small recording device and set up some sort of sound system. From what John could tell the images on the computers were those of the first lab he and Sherlock had investigated on their first visit. The detective than fished his phone out from his jacket pocket and placed it on the large computer table in front of them. John was incredulous to say the least. When he shot the brunette a particularly perplexed look Sherlock gave a quick smile and then a nod in understanding.
"We're running an experiment."
He explained briefly with a motion of his hands towards the computer screens.
"Ok… what for?"
John inquired as he wasn't any less confused than he was before. Sherlock let out a small huff of annoyance before he continued.
"I have to see how the drug is getting into Henry's system. If we can find that we can the find out who could have contact with those products and from there discover who is administering the drug and why."
The detective blurted out in a rush leaving John far behind in the dust. Luckily the young man was sharper than most so a moment was all he needed to fit the pieces together.
"Alright, so I'm assuming if we're at the experimental stage you have a theory yes? So you've got an idea of what the drug might have been placed in? What is it, and dare I ask, just how do you plan to test for it?"
Sherlock simply gave a sly smirk in response to John's questioning as one detective inspector Lestrade strolled on screen. With sudden realization John whirled around in his chair and pinned the detective with an accusatory glare.
"You gave it to Lestrade! You drugged an inspector! The only one who actually likes you despite your constant attitude towards the force? Sherlock! Oh god-it was the coffee wasn't it! I knew it was odd to make me coffee but Lestrade…oh, some times you really know how to bugger a friend over."
John shouted as he sprang from his chair.
"Where are you going?"
Sherlock asked almost frantically as he jumped up after the blonde.
"To go get our friend out of there. I know what it was like on that stuff; couldn't you have just tested the coffee without using Greg as a lab rat?"
John answered back with a little more bite to his words than possibly necessary, but in all fairness he was rather pissed. John wasn't one to mess with his friends, or let others mess with them, even beautiful boyfriends.
"Greg…? Who is Greg?"
Sherlock asked with more confusion in his expression than John had seen in quite some time.
"You can't be serious. Greg. Greg Lestrade? The man you've known a good five years longer than me? The one you have currently drugged and presumably locked up in a lab? Jesus Sherlock! You can't drug someone without at least knowing their full name!"
John bellowed and Sherlock for all the world looked like a lost child.
"John… it's for the case. Besides, Greg is a stupid name anyway, I much prefer Lestrade."
Sherlock amended, though it didn't do much to quell the young man's agitation.
"Sherlock, I'm not going to stand here and just let you test on the poor man."
John said with a heavy sigh. Really, he knew that this was part of who Sherlock was, but sometimes it tested the blonde's limits. How could he just let the man run experiments on their friends? It was a bit much.
"What if I made it worth your while?"
The detective purred, his entire demeanor changing instantly as he slinked closer to the young man and placed one large hand on John's chest.
"Sherlock."
John said in warning, though it wasn't very affective as his voice cracked at the end. He knew it shouldn't, but that voice and those hands… they did things to him. Besides, it's not like Sherlock was going to let Lestrade get hurt. John shook his head at that; that was most definitely not his brain talking.
"Yes?"
Sherlock hummed as he dropped his head lower to let his breath caress the crook of John's neck. The young man shivered at the sensation and was powerless to do much else.
"Stop."
The blonde choked out and he hated how pathetic and needy it sounded. The detective smirked dipped himself lower and rimmed the shell of John's ear with his tongue, leaving the young man quite out of breath.
"Sherlock!"
He practically moaned and he could feel himself getting hard just at the thought of what that tongue was capable of and he cursed himself for his spectacularly active libido. Sherlock then let his hand trail down from John's firm chest to his increasingly strained crotch and gave a light squeeze which produced a squeak from the blonde that he would absolutely deny later.
"It will take but a moment to run my test, he will be unharmed I assure you, and it will allow me to solve this case that much sooner. Then we can celebrate."
The brunette whispered purposefully into the young man's ear. He gave John one knee buckling kiss before pulling away to check the computer screens.
"Not fair."
The blonde whimpered impatiently. He promptly corrected his pants so that they weren't straining so uncomfortably before seating himself in the chair next to the detective. It was fairly obvious that he had gone completely hard but that was by no means an excuse for Sherlock to smile so proudly about it.
"Shut up."
John huffed as he crossed his arms petulantly. He looked up at the computer screens just in time to see Lestrade frantically calling Sherlock's phone which the detective was purposefully ignoring.
"You're not even going to take the man's phone call?"
John asked with concern laced in his words. He knew what it felt like to be on the drug, Lestrade might really need someone to talk to, actually what he really needed was to not be on the drug. Sherlock must have locked the lab doors upon returning to the screens because the inspector couldn't open them.
"Sherlock, this is cruel!"
John argued.
"This is science."
The detective countered as he turned on the sound system and clicked a button on his tape recorder. With in a moment the lab was filled with the sounds of a growling dog.
"No, this is you being an arse; I'm going to get him."
John declared as he lifted himself out of the computer chair.
"John! It's too soon!"
Sherlock called after the blonde but he went ignored. There was no way some heavy petting was going to be enough to make John abandon his friends. He made his way down to the lab but found that the doors were still very much locked. The sounds of both Sherlock's recording and Lestrade's cries for help could be heard quite clearly through the metal doors however. John attempted to call the brunette on his phone but managed to only conjure up a busy signal. The blonde growled in frustration before turning to the nearest camera and giving it his best glare.
"Sherlock Holmes, if you don't open that door so help me god I'll-"
His voice was drowned out by the sound of the door unlocking and springing open. He didn't bother to make a comment he just bolted into the room in search of the inspector. This, he would admit much later, might not have been the best idea. In his defense however he hadn't been aware of all the affects of this drug or just how powerful it was. So as he entered the room, before his eyes could even adjust the bright lighting, he was met with Lestrade's very determined fist. Later the inspector would insist he hadn't hit the young man that hard, John would argue however that he knew how to take a punch and it took quite a lot to knock him out cold.
When he finally woke up from his lucky encounter he was lying on the floor, but his head was rested on something soft. He blinked his eyes a few times before they came into focus and found that he was resting on Sherlock's thigh. Further investigation revealed that they were still in the main lab though. That was bullocks because he'd rather been hoping the case had been solved during his short hiatus. When he looked up at the detective he found that clearly the man had once again ventured into his mind palace. Great, he could be in there for hours. He looked like he was on the verge of something though so John just settled in and waited. While doing so he gave himself a self assessment. Greg had a good right hook he determined by the bruise that was already forming on the left side of his jaw. It felt a bit out of sorts, but thankfully it was still in place. He'd broken his jaw once during a round with his dad and knew the experience not one he wanted to relive.
Sherlock appeared to come to an epiphany as his eyes brightened and his mouth went into a wide 'o' shape. John couldn't help but feel a slight stirring in his lower stomach at how erotic the sight seemed. He'd often though Sherlock's realization face looked much like the one he wore during climax. The blonde had but a moment to consider this before there were curious hands probing his face and pulse points.
"Are you alright? How do you feel?"
Sherlock asked anxiously as he studied John's reactions to his hands flashing past his eyes. The blonde pushed the hands away and sat himself up.
"I feel fine. Is Lestrade ok?"
John questioned with a bit of agitation, this wouldn't have happened if Sherlock didn't insist on experimenting on their friends.
"He's fine. Though he did seem very upset over your injury. I assured him I'd bill him any medical expenses."
The detective almost snarled and pointed a glare in the direction John could only assume was where the inspector had left from.
"I can't believe you sometimes. I'll have to apologize to Greg for your behavior now… again."
John sighed and messaged his temples for a moment.
"He hurt you… I was worried. I've never seen a punch affect you like that."
Sherlock admitted quietly. John's features softened at the confession and he reached forward to hold the man's hand.
"I'm fine, it was just a good hit, took me by surprise."
The young man said soothingly. Sherlock didn't take long to recover from his concern and was soon back on his feet and pulling John up after him.
"Come on, I've just about figured this out!"
The brunette announced excitedly. John let himself be dragged out of the room in the hopes that this was in fact almost over. However he had only been punched once and had a feeling that they were likely to get away from this one with out at least one more attempt to put him in further harm.
