Chapter 21 of Whom To Choose (Bonus chapter)!
Pairings: Johncroft
Disclaimer: I do not owe Sherlock! It belongs to Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat.
Author's note: Here is the bonus chapter of Johncroft. I combined Chapter 15-17 and you can see that there are some added parts or missing parts. So hopefully I didn't make any mistakes. Enjoy!
After finding out that Moriarty had been at the gay club or Angelo's, Sherlock and John had put their plans into motion. The two of them were going out clubbing tonight but not after a pit stopped in Angelo's. Sherlock was getting dressed in his room for the night when he thought about his conversation with Mycroft.
"He doesn't want me, Mycroft. He wants you," Sherlock said slowly as he and Mycroft were standing beside the car as Anthea was inside the car while John went inside the flat leaving Sherlock alone to speak to Mycroft.
Mycroft shook his head, "We have too much of a history between us, Sherlock. He doesn't want me," he said confident.
Sherlock frowned, "He does want you, Mycroft. I could see it in him," he said.
"Sherlock, John made it perfectly clear long ago that he doesn't want me," Mycroft said.
"Don't be such a fool, Mycroft! What about during the case? I saw how the two of you looked at one another," Sherlock said angrily.
"I... I don't want to lose him," Mycroft said slowly.
"Look, if you want my help, go and be with John. You should wait for him in the flat when we investigate the club," Sherlock said.
"What about you?" Mycroft asked.
"I'll bother someone else," Sherlock said as Mycroft didn't said anything more.
There was a knock on his bedroom door making Sherlock jump slightly as he came back to the present time. "Sherlock, are you quite done in there? Angelo is waiting for us," John's voice said from outside the door.
"I'll be right there," Sherlock replied as he finished tying his shoes. Tonight, he's hoping to get John Watson to be with him.
"Of course I know that bloke. He was here at my restaurant with another handsome bloke. It was two days ago, about," Angelo said as he sat at a table with John and Sherlock as John showed him a picture of James Williams.
"Was he with him?" Sherlock asked as he took out another photo that was James Moriarty.
"He's very familiar, but that bloke who was with that couple," Angelo began as he gestured to the James Williams picture, "his hair wasn't black. It was blonde," he explained.
"So James was in here with this man?" John asked as he gestured to another photo and this time it was Eric Brisling.
Angelo nodded, "He had an American accent. It was strange as this spot isn't a tourist place. I thought he was a newcomer here or something," he said.
"What were they talking about?" Sherlock asked.
"Look, I don't eavesdrop on my customers, Sherlock; but that man was talking very loud," Angelo said as he pointed to Moriarty's picture. "I overheard him saying a few words like 221B and both of your names," Angelo replied.
"So what now?" John asked as he looked at Sherlock.
"Moriarty must be around here somewhere," Sherlock said worriedly as his eyes roamed the restaurant looking at each customer and waiters. "Listen Angelo, if this man comes in here, you notify me right away. Try to keep him here long enough until I get here," Sherlock said.
"Of course," Angelo said nodding as he stood up, "now, it's already dinner time, here are the menus and anything you order is on the house still," Angelo said with a smile.
"We don't have time for this, Angelo," Sherlock said giving him an apologetic look, "we have to get to the club," he said.
"Oh, come now, Sherlock! You can't starve your date now, can you?" Angelo asked with a wink.
"Wait, hold on. I'm not his date!" John protested with a slight blush on his face.
"Very well," Sherlock said nodding as he looked at John, "Order whatever you want. I'm not having anything," he said giving back the menu.
"But what about...?" John began but stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the look that Sherlock was giving him, he sighed as he gave his orders to Angelo and gave back the menu. "I thought we had plans?" John asked as soon as Angelo was gone.
"We do, but I don't want to disappoint Angelo. Besides, now that we know that Moriarty is here somewhere, he might come in tonight," Sherlock replied and John doubted that was highly unlikely.
Two hours later found John walking along side Sherlock as they were approaching the entrance line to the gay club. "Sherlock, shouldn't we get in line?" John asked as he saw that Sherlock had passed the entrance line.
"Don't need to," Sherlock replied and John went after him.
"Sherlock! What are you doing here?" A man asked that looked liked a bouncer.
"It's good to see you, Johnathan," Sherlock said with a smile.
Johnathan wrinkled his nose, "how many times do I have to tell you, call me 'John,'" Johnathan said.
"What a coincidence," John said making the two men looked at him.
Sherlock smirked, "Johnathan, meet my friend, John Watson," he introduced.
"'Friend?'" Johnathan asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Uh, colleague," John quickly said as he shook Johnathan's hand.
"So, what are you doing here, Sherlock? By the way, your date is very gorgeous," Johnathan said as he winked at John who blushed.
"I'm not his date," John muttered even though that was untrue for the night.
"My lover and I want to get into the club," Sherlock said.
"Of course, of course. Anything for you, Sherlock. After all, you saved me during that trial," Johnathan replied.
John raised an eyebrow at that statement as he looks at Sherlock for an explanation. "Thank you Johnathan. Don't get into trouble," Sherlock said with a smile as he gestures John to follow him inside the club.
"What was that about?" John asked.
"Let's go to the bar and I'll tell you what will be happening," Sherlock said and the two men went to the bar and John had an inkling feeling that he would be drinking tonight.
"What? You want me to do what?" John hissed at Sherlock once they were sitting down at the bar stools.
"I want you to ask questions to the bartender," Sherlock said as he orders John an Alabama Slammer and nothing for him. John raised an eyebrow, "you could hold your liquor, John. You know I don't drink. Besides, I'm going to the dance floor and dance and maybe ask some questions," Sherlock said and once John's drink arrived, Sherlock was already out turning to the dance floor before John could say anything.
John sipped the drink and surprisingly, it was good. "It's good, isn't it?" A voice asked as John turned around and saw a man in his forties asking. John nodded in agreement as he sipped again, "you must be new here," he said with a smile.
"How'd you know?" John asked to set his drink aside.
"I'm a regular. I own the establishment. Plus I read your blog, Dr. Watson. Was that your lover, Sherlock Holmes?" The man asked.
John shook his head, "Sherlock and I are just flatmates. I wish we were more though," John half-lied.
"Your flatmate is not bad looking," the man said gesturing to Sherlock as John turned and he saw that Sherlock was dancing with another man who seems his age.
"So, you own the establishment? You don't look like you do," John said as he returned to looking at the man.
The man laughed, "I'm off duty. I normally wear a suit to the office. By the way, my name is Johnson Thomas," the man said.
"John Watson," John replied as the two men shook hands and John took another sip of his drink. "It's a nice establishment," he admired.
"Thanks, I owe another a bar in Cardiff," Johnson said with a smile.
"So, you have a lover?" John asked.
Johnson shook his head, "I have an ex-lover and we split up about a month ago," he said.
"Oh," John said nodding as he remembers what he was suppose to do. "Do you know someone by the last name Moriarty?" He asked.
"Jim Moriarty, yes, he's one of my top customers. He came here every day before, but lately, I haven't seen him," Johnson said with a frown.
"When was the last time you saw him?" John asked.
"Look Johnny, I know Moriarty is Sherlock's nemesis and if I had known, well...I'm a fan of your blog, but his my top customer, so..." Johnson said with a shrug.
"I understand," John said nodding, "who else was he associates with?" He asked.
"Why not ask Pete? Hey Pete, come here for a sec!" Johnson called out to the bartender.
An hour later when Sherlock returns from his dancing who was all sweaty, he found John laughing hard with the bartender and the owner of the establishment as Sherlock have deduced it. "Having fun here?" Sherlock asked with a small smile.
"Sherlock, I was just telling them our adventure with Moriarty," John said but his words were slurry.
Sherlock looked over to where his drinks were, "three drinks in one hour and one of them is a strong vodka. We better get you home," Sherlock said.
"Already? I was just having fun here with Johnson!" John exclaimed gesturing to the man sitting in front of him.
"Yes well, we could come back tomorrow night to continue our investigation," Sherlock said as he didn't like how John was acting between the two men. Sherlock sighed as he looked at his flatmate, "look John, are you sober enough to walk?" He asked.
"Of course I am!" John exclaimed slurry as he tries to get up but he stumbles forward but Sherlock caught him. "Thank you," John mumbles.
"Perhaps we should take you home," Sherlock suggested.
John hiccuped, "Why?" He asked.
"Your drunk and Mycroft would be waiting for you there," Sherlock said.
"What? Mycroft? Why?" John asked as he whipped his head around to look at Sherlock.
Sherlock grinned, "your not drunk, are you?" He asked.
John sniggered, "Nope. The other two drinks belong to Pete and Johnson," he said with a smile.
"John's a very good actor. He could manage fake tears," Johnson said impressed.
"I did drink a little vodka, but not that much." John confessed.
"Let's go home," Sherlock replied and John nodded with a smile as he waved good-bye to Pete and Johnson.
Once returning to the flat, John stopped just outside the door as soon as they gotten out off the taxi. He was looking up at the door as if he should or should not go inside.
"You shouldn't be scared, John," Sherlock said startling John as he had forgotten momentarily that Sherlock was right there.
"I... What if our relationship doesn't work again this time around? I don't know what to do, Sherlock," John said.
"You shouldn't be afraid, John. I know my brother and he wants you," Sherlock said confidently.
"Are you coming with me?" John asked eagerly.
Sherlock shook his head, "This is between you and Mycroft. You've been eyeing each other up and down that it's starting to annoy me," he said.
"Oh, where will you be staying?" John asked disappointed.
"I'll be crashing with Lestrade tonight and Mrs. Hudson is out visiting someone so you two won't get any interruptions," Sherlock said.
"This is nice of you," John said suspiciously.
Sherlock huffed, "Mycroft owes me a favor after this. I just don't want to be caught in the middle," he explained.
"I...Thank you Sherlock," John said weakly.
Sherlock smiled, "Go," he said pushing John forward a bit.
John nodded and he looked at Sherlock one last time before going inside the flat and shutting the door. Sherlock looked at the door in front of him and he smiled to himself as he turned around and began to walk away from the flat, it would be nice to have a brother-in-law that's John, he thought happily.