TheDarkestShinobi: Hey guys, I went on vacation so I didn't really write anything, but I'm back now!

Sherlock stood over the man with hatred.

"You work for Moriarty." It wasn't a question, but the man had still tried to deny it. It was obvious from the twitch in his left hand. That and the burns on his hands consistent with a mid-salary level job and his expensive shoes. Also, the man couldn't even identify what they were trying to steal. Hired. He didn't even need to look any further, although he could if he wanted too.

He had stopped a gang already and this was his second group. Eventually he'd get it out of one of them. He was close to breaking one just a few days ago, but accidentally sent the man into shock. Lestrade was starting to get worried. Donavan wanted him arrested.

He hears the footsteps just in time and avoid the blow that was coming to the back of his head. He sidesteps as he quickly looks up the man's body. Knee, artery, hip, ribs, lung. The man was top heavy. He'd come in with a heavy swing which Sherlock could easily block. He could take advantage of his height and give the man a quick cross jab to the cheek. The man would bring up his arms to defend his face, leaving his body open. Sherlock could then use an uppercut to fracture ribs, and then come forward with a straight punch to break them. The man would be stunned, offering a perfect opportunity for a kick that would knock him back into the wall, where he would hit his head on the buildings metal display and fall unconscious.

The man came forward with a heavy swing and the fight went as predicted. The third man wasn't expected, though he should have been and that blow nearly renders Sherlock unconscious. He lets out a groan as his hands settle in front of him. This fight is a bit more than Sherlock can handle. And the man he was on top of has taken the second one from view while Sherlock was preoccupied.

Sherlock is thankful to hear Lestrade's voice, and tries to catch the man running from them. He sees Lestrade aim and notes the bullet entering the side of the man who has now escaped.

"Go after him!" Sherlock shouts but Lestrade just holds out his arms to catch the other.

"It's not fatal, but he'd have to check into a hospital if he wanted to get enough care to live." Lestrade starts without mentioning Sherlock's state. Sherlock uses the other to get himself upright enough to lean on the wall.

"or have a doctor on call." Sherlock finishes the other's thought.

"John?"

"I fear." Sherlock pauses with a wheeze "I need your help, I can't say how much good you'll be, since you're all a bunch of idiots, but I could use all the help I can get right now."

"Including medical?" Lestrade's asks sternly.

"I'll be fine." He bites back.

…

"Doctor Watson?" John looked up from the floor as a man came through his door.

"What is it?" But he was already up and moving. He knew that look of pain and saw the blood on his fingertips. "Where?" The man turned and ran and John sprinted after him.

Almost a minute later John saw the patient in the medical room. The man had a bullet in his side and was bleeding profusely. John saw another fumbling with gauze and pushed him out of the way.

"What's your name?" John asked as he ripped the rest of the shirt open. The bullet was still in there, John could see it if he squinted. The man mumbled something and then groaned in pain. John reached behind him and grabbed throngs and a small blade. The wound was narrow and deep, which meant John would have to cut first. He was ready to cut when the same man who was fumbling with the gauze bumped into him.

"Get me some warm water." John instructed and watched the man nod and run. That should get him out of the way for a while, hopefully enough time for John to be done. He sliced and heard the man grunt in pain. John fished the bullet out rather easily after that and began the process of cleaning and stitching the wound.

"You're lucky you didn't get hit anyplace vital, I might not have made it to you in time." John could hear footsteps and knew the warm water was coming. He could wash his hands in it. John started gathering the supplies and instructed the other on how to let the wound heal best.

"My, my doctor Watson, how medieval of you." John turned to see it Jim standing at the door. "You do realize this isn't Afghanistan." John sucked his tongue. He didn't wash his hands or give the guy any painkillers "although that is probably a record for addressing a gunshot wound." John saw Jim jerk his head and the other man stood.

"Oh, no." John stopped him. "You're going to stay lying down for at least 4 hours; you shouldn't leave this bed until tomorrow morning." The man's eyes shifted between them. "Doctor's orders." John insisted as he turned to Jim daring him to disagree. Jim could have made him walk anyway, John didn't have power here, but he'd allow the doctor a small victory. Jim turned and walked out. Besides, John may not have realized this, but turning to him like that was asking permission.

"Then come along."

John followed.

"You're going to start treating my men. Most of them don't come back like that, but some do. You are acclimatized to all this so I expect the best medical care each time." John nodded. He could do that, he was a doctor. It was much better than the alternatives. "We have a very comprehensive medical room but if you feel it needs anything let me know."

For the next week, John's life fell into a rhythm. He trained and he healed and he spent more and more time with the evil mastermind.

He would be forced to listen to the workings, and Sherlock was mentioned less and less, but with more irritation. It gave John hope, but it also filled him with dread. By the second week, John was in charge of gathering and dispatching the men.

…

"Any desire to see Mycroft?"

John continued to stitch the man's eyebrow back together as he thought. Moriarty walked in during the brief silence. He was still in most of his suit but the jacket had been left upstairs somewhere. John took his eyes away from the man to briefly glance in the other's direction before refocusing at the task at hand.

"Depends on the purpose, I'm not going to go kill him."

"Shame." He looked at the other on the table, there were 16 stitches in his face, right along the side of his eyebrows, not a lot of blood, but John hadn't dabbed it away. Military experiences aside, it was skillful that he didn't need to see every aspect of the wound to treat it. John tied a double knot at the end of the 16th before releasing the eyebrow. They were tight stitches, which let Moriarty know it was a deep wound.

"I'll have you come anyway." He said as he watched John pat down the area removing the blood that had gathered. The bleeding had stopped for the most part and John told the man to be careful with how he recovered.

"Although, you are a much better doctor than the last one I had." He pursed his lips "I may just keep you." John could feel his body unwilling still under the threat, it was coiling and preparing for fight or flight. Unfortunately, neither was an option. Moriarty could very well decide to keep him here. John had never been a POW but he could imagine it felt just like this. He watched Moriarty grin before shooing the other out of the room.

"Sherlock is still trying to figure out why you left him." He rolled his eyes. "Touching, you two." He smiled and let out a small huff of air.

"He's gotten Lestrade involved and I'd hate to have to kill him." Not really.

"So Mycroft is going to have to tell Lestrade to stop." John said before letting a small teasing smile show, "Scared he'll find you?"

"Find me?" he looked amused "They all know I'm here." He used his hands to gesture to the room "No. They found me, they just can't touch me." He turned to leave and took a few steps before stopping. "Sometimes" John's smile flattened at that dangerous tone as he watched the other's back "you just have to remind people about that." John swallowed as Moriarty raised a hand in the air as he continued to walk away and then he flicked his wrist with a high pitched "Ta."

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