"Good because you wouldn't want Mrs Hudson to die now would you?"

"No, goodbye Moriarty"

"Bye…darling"

"I said-" I started but it was too late as the line was dead.

"I thought you weren't gay"

"I'm not"

"SO WHY DID HE CALL YOU DARLING THEN?" Shouted John shocking me slightly.

"HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?" I shouted back.

Then John kissed me but I was so angry at him that I managed to push him off me. John stumbled back before he dropped hard onto the floor. I quickly grabbed my coat and ran downstairs whilst putting my coat on.

I didn't bother waiting for a taxi to come I just ran to the pool realising on my way that I didn't have my gun with me.

Great.

I reached the pool within twenty minutes which meant by the time that John had taken and the time it took to get here it was about ten fifty.

Now I'm late.

I entered the pool. I saw Moriarty standing there in his Westwood suit looking as bored as ever.

"Sorry I'm late" I apologised although I didn't know why.

"Your hair is all messed up but never mind that let's go" commented Moriarty and we left.

Moriarty called up a taxi and we both got in it.

"Seb we're going to Heaven" instructed Moriarty and the driver turned to see us.

"Ok Jim"

Then we took off. We arrived at the club in an hour.

"Go home Seb I'll see you when I get back" dismissed Moriarty.

"Bye Jim"

Moriarty and I got of the car and Seb sped off. There was a long line outside of the club.

"Are we late?" I ask already knowing the answer.

"No it's nearly eleven but these ordinary people wait out here from nine to wait and try to get in the club as quickly as possible.

"So we have to join the line?" I ask.

"No I am a VIP member, if I say you're with me then we'll be the first to go in the club"

"Ok"

Then we went up to the front of the line so that the bodyguards could recognise Moriarty and let us in.

"Hi Jonathan, hi Dave" greeted Moriarty smiling at them.

"Hello Richard, who's this?" greeted Jonathan, how did I know it was Jonathan well it's pretty obvious when you know how to deduce people.

"This is a friend of mine, his name is Steph"

"Come in then have fun" said Dave, then we walked in the nightclub.

There was lights bouncing around all over the place blinding me for a while but then my eyes got used to it so I was able to see properly.

There was a bar where you could buy drinks, some places where you could sit if you wanted to apart from the circular stools near the bar, there was also a stage and an upper place where a DJ was placed, the rest of the place was a massive…what was it called again? Oh yeah dance floor, there was a massive dance floor.

Moriarty dragged me to the circular stools and made me sit on one, then I watched as he sat on his stool.

"Where is she?" I asked knowing that Moriarty would know who I was talking about.

"Oh down to business so quickly?" questions Moriarty.

"Yes" I said earnestly.

Then a song came on and I recognised it immediately.

It was `8-bit-heart' by Simon Curtis.

Ok so I lied to Moriarty by saying that `super psycho love' was the only song that I knew but so what.

"Why is a slow song playing?" I ask out of curiosity.

"This is how they always start off"

"Oh" was all I managed to get out.

"Do you want a drink?"

"How do I know that you aren't going to spike the drink with something?"

"Wow what makes you think that?"

"You wanted to kill me three years ago how can I not challenge your tactics?"

"Don't worry I won't spike it what do you want?"

"I'm not familiar with alcoholic drinks just get me whatever you're getting"

"Ok, are you a light weight?"

"A what?"

"Do you get easily drunk?"

"No, at least on beer I don't"

"Ok, we'll both find out today then"

"Uh huh"

*Jim's Pov*

Today…well actually tonight I get to finally see how vulnerable Sherlock is when he's drunk, I knew he was a heavy-weight so this would take time but in my opinion it was way worth it.

I ordered two Tom Collins and then waited for them to be prepared. The song changed to `Never close your eyes' by Adam Lambert.

*Two hours later*

It was now one AM. Both Sherlock and I were laughing together and talking at the same time.

Now was the perfect time to make the song request…

"Wait here" I commanded to Sherlock who was wiping the tears out of his eyes but nodded at what I had said.

I stumbled up the stairs, when I reached the DJ I tapped him on the shoulder.

"OH HI RICHARD!" shouted Chase over the loud music.

"HI!" I greeted him shouting as well.

"WHAT CAN I DO TO HELP YOU?"

"I HAVE A SONG REQUEST"

"GO ON"

"CAN YOU PLAY SUPER PSYCHO LOVE BY SIMON CURTIS?"

"YEAH SURE THING"

"THANKS MAN"

"THAT'S WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR AINT IT?"

"YEAH"

I had requested the song, I can't wait to see Sherlock's reaction to this.

"RIGHT I HAVE TO GO NOW, THANKS AGAIN MATE"

"YEAH SURE BYE"

I stumbled back down the stairs nearly falling.

I was drunk but not that drunk because I still remembered why we were here and I'm pretty sure that Sherlock could too.

I went back to where Sherlock was.

"I'm back" I said leaning in closer to him so that he could hear me.

"I was starting to wonder where you had gone"

I got another two drinks which we started drinking.

"Hey I wonder what John would say about this"

"Yeah and I wonder what Sebastian would say to this"

Then we both thought about it. Then we burst out laughing hysterically.

"Seb would kill you"

"Same would go for John, he would kill you"

We managed to say whilst laughing.

"Jim?"

That surprised me. He called me by my first name, this meant that he was fully drunk because he would never call me by my first name, well not now anyways.

"Yeah?"

Sherlock looked into my eyes with his beautiful blue ones.

Great now I was fully drun- jfononmdmoclnr

The song changed, it was `Super psycho love' by Simon Curtis which made Sherlock's eyes widen and he blushed a little.

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm? Oh nothing"

Sherlock looked up so that he could see me properly, then he frowned.

"Wanna dance?" I asked.

"You can't really dance to this"

I looked over to the dance floor, there was a sea of people still dancing.

"They don't seem to think so"

"I can't dance"

"Don't lie I've seen you dance before"

"I don't want to" Sherlock looked down again.

"Do you want to leave?"

"No too early"

I laughed loudly, Sherlock followed right after. We were back to laughing hysterically again wiping the tears of joy that were coming out of our eyes, eventually Sherlock clutched his side.

"Are you ok?"

"I've laughed too much that's all"

I leaned in closer to Sherlock, closer, closer…

*Sherlock's Pov*

We got closer, I couldn't control myself, my brain not working, my body doing what it wanted to do not listening to my commands.

Closer still until our noses touched.

Closer again and this time we were kissing. My brain exploded, I felt something move below so I pulled away from the kiss looking down.

Crap.

"What's wrong Sherlock?"

"Nothing" I lied.

"Do you want to go somewhere more private?"

"I want to go home now"

"Ok"

Jim took out his phone and he started texting someone. Then he grabbed my arm.

"Come on then"