Chapter Four
John growled from under the sack that was on his head, "I don't have to explain shit! Why the hell are you even kidnapping me?" He growled and thrashed around a bit.
Small hands landed on his arms and tried to get him to stop thrashing, "oh calm down! Someone just wants to ask you a couple of questions." She hummed softly.
"Then why the fuck do I have a bag over my head!" He snapped.
"So you can't see where we are going!" She hummed happily. She was a very cheerful lady and that made John rather angry. He didn't know why...
He grumbled to himself and didn't say another word because there was nothing to say. Soon they were where he was supposed to go and he was pushed out of the car. He growled a bit because they could have at least been gentle with him. They pulled the bag off of his head and John blinked a few time to regain his eyesight back. He saw a man leaning on an umbrella with a chair in the centre of the room. The chair wasn't for umbrella man so it must be for him... ha! There was no way in hell he was using that!
He limped to the centre of the room and gave a slight smile, "Can I help you?"
Umbrella man hummed and leaned against his umbrella, "Oh, you most certainly can. You seemed to have moved in with one Sherlock Holmes. Is that correct?" He raised an eyebrow.
John nodded once and glared at him, "What? Are you some sick fan of his?"
The man hummed and nodded, "Oh, yes! I suppose you could say I'm his biggest fan, but unfortunately for me he would think of us as enemies – archenemies if you will."
John rolled his eyes, "Personally I don't think archenemies exist in real life."
"Oh, Doctor Watson, I assure you they do," he hummed and then narrowed his eyes, "but then again... you're not a doctor."
"And you're not his archenemy," John smirked and rolled his eyes.
"Not from my end, no, but from Sherlock's he likes to think we are," he sighed. "He does like to be dramatic," he hummed.
John wanted to throttle the man, "Oh, I already know that."
"And yet it's only been a day... might we expect a happy announcement by the end of the week?" The strange man cocked his head to the side.
"One can only hope," John smirked in a way that was joking, but he wasn't really joking because he needed Sherlock to develop feelings for him... if not Sebastian might kill John himself out of spite... though he wouldn't ever succeed. Still, it would be a tedious affair that he did not wish to involve himself with.
Mycroft's face hardened and his hand clenched on the umbrella, "So who are you really?"
John dropped the mask because he knew that this man already knew his secret, "Oh and I'm guessing that you looked me up and realised that there are no records of me ever being in the military."
"Mm, quite right. So I ask you again... who are you?" He narrowed his eyes and growled.
John smirked and stepped forward, "See the thing is... you people like to be dramatic. You like to stick your nose where it doesn't belong and you like to mess with other people's business when really you should have stayed out of it." He growled.
The man laughed and smirked some, "You think I'm afraid of you?"
John laughed slightly and shook his head, "No, but I think you should be." John dropped his cane and in one swift motion reached for the gun that he carried in the back of his trousers. He spun around and shot the two people in the car so they fell dead. He sighed and frowned a bit, "Pity... I was going to ask that woman out on a date." He sighed and turned back to the man with an umbrella.
Mycroft's eyes were wide and he swallowed thickly. Why oh why was he so stupid! This was one of the few times he hadn't called for backup because he honestly didn't think he needed it! In all honesty he thought that John just lied about the military for a simple reason. Looking back now he realised that that was a rather stupid thought, but this man looked like he couldn't hurt a fly. He just looked like a depressed middle aged man trying to fit in, oh how wrong he was. He tried to remain calm, but he was pretty sure his face was slipping.
John pointed the gun at the frightened man and smirked evilly, "What's your name and why did you involve yourself in mine and Sherlock's business?" He raised an eyebrow.
The man opened his mouth, but nothing came out so he cleared his throat and opened it again, "Mycroft Holmes..."
John's eyes widened and he grinned, "OH! Oh! So you're the big brother that looks after him even though he doesn't want it – how fascinating!"
Mycroft was knew he was in trouble and he was starting to panic. He saw no way out of this and that terrified him.
"Oh, calm down because I'm not going to kill you." He huffed, "I have more class than that!"
"If you don't kill me you do realise I can just go tell Sherlock you're a killer, right?" He swallowed and calmed down a bit.
John rolled his eyes, "okay firstly you're an idiot... are you sure you're related to him? Secondly, I'm an assassin. There is a difference between just killing people because I feel like it and killing people because someone hired you, though I suppose normal people don't see it like that." He sighed and shook his head, "And thirdly, I'm going to immobilise you and then you'll be taken back to my mansion and locked away." He hummed.
Mycroft shook his head, "He'll catch you, you won't get away with it."
John laughed loudly and rolled his eyes again, "Answer me a question, please?" He waited until Mycroft nodded slowly and then he began, "How many times has Sherlock had an unsolved case?"
Mycroft pursed his lips as he slowly reached for his phone. He needed help out of this situation and it would only take one press of the button. He was hoping he was doing it discreetly enough so that John couldn't see, but of course he was wrong.
John screamed and shot his hand and sending the phone scattering across the room and Mycroft to scream out in pain, "ANSWER THE QUESTION!" He screamed and his chest heaved.
Mycroft swallowed hard and thought about it, "Fifty-three unsolved cases..." He whispered and held his hand.
John smirked, "Oh, that's brilliant!" He snickered to himself, "All of those cases are my doing!" He spat. "So actually I think I will get away with this." He grinned darkly and then walked over to Mycroft and began tying him up to the chair with some rope he found on the ground. Mycroft's phone was busted so he knew he couldn't contact help anymore.
John's mobile buzzed for the third time and frankly Mycroft was getting annoyed with it, "Are you going to answer that?!"
John sighed, "Nope, not until you're taken care of." He growled and then hit Mycroft across then head with the butt of his gun, making him pass out. He took out his phone and sent a quick text to Mike saying how he needed him to come clean up the mess he made and where he was. He then looked at Sherlock's texts and sighed.
He patted Mycroft on the head and then limped back to Baker Street whistling.
~O~
John walked into the Baker Street and sighed, "So, what is it you needed then?"
"Oh!" Sherlock's eyes flew opened and he smiled, "Can I borrow your phone?"
John sighed and shook his head as he handed Sherlock his phone, "Of course that is what you needed." And for the rest of the night they went on with the case. Dinner was vital and he finally got his chance to ditch the cane. He was so thankful for that, but then Sherlock managed to get kidnapped and John thought he could strangle the man. Instead he managed to save Sherlock's life and he most definitely didn't miss the fact that his eyes lit up and he smiled just a bit brighter.
~O~
Weeks passed and things started to fall into a routine for them. They solved cases, went out to eat, and watched crap telly together. On days when they didn't have a case John would make Sherlock clean his messes or they would take a walk together. He would listen to Sherlock play his violin at three in the morning and everything just felt like... home... and that terrified him.
He was currently sitting on the couch staring at his phone when Sherlock came into the room and plopped down in his chair, "Bored!" He groaned.
John looked up and smiled softly, "Aren't you always? Why don't we go for a walk?"
Sherlock started to whine, but then suddenly grinned and bolted to his bedroom.
"I take that as a yes then." John said under his breath and smiled. While Sherlock was gone he slipped his work phone into his pocket and waited for Sherlock to emerge.
Sherlock eventually came out of his bedroom and smiled softly, "Ready?"
John nodded and together they walked out and went to the park. Sherlock had a blast... John did as well and that was the problem... wasn't it. He wouldn't admit to himself that he was falling in love with this man though... he couldn't because he needed to kill him. He sighed and kept walking, but then Sherlock slowly decided to take his hand. John's heart lurched up to his throat and he couldn't speak.
Sherlock acted like nothing happened. He just kept walking and looking around and John never wanted to let go. However, his phone started ringing and he cursed under his breath. "One moment," He gave him an apologetic smile and walked away from Sherlock. He leaned up against a tree and answered it.
"John Watson." He answered.
Mike was on the other line and he sounded frantic, "John you need to come back right now..."
"Are you fucking serious? I think you may have picked possibly the worst time in the history of times to pick!"
"John!" He snapped and he didn't care what John would do to him for that. This was important, "It's Mycroft... He called someone and I don't know how... But you need to come down."
He clenched his jaw and then hung up. He did need to leave. He swallowed hard and went back to Sherlock, "Hey..."
"Everything okay?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow.
"Actually, no... Listen... I'll be home for dinner, alright?" He smiled softly.
Sherlock's face fell a bit, but he nodded, "Alright."
John smiled tightly and then ran towards the street and hailed a cab. He climbed in and had it take him to the place where he parked his car and then he went to his mansion. He walked through the doors and grinned slightly at the familiarity of it. As soon as he walked in though Mike practically ambushed him, "He's in the basement. How's Sherlock taking it?" He asked as they walked to John's room so he could change.
"He's heartbroken... though he tries not to show it and he's starting to find comfort in me." He said some as he sifted through his closet, looking for a reasonable suit to wear. He started to strip and Mike sighed.
"Sebastian called today. He wants to know how much longer it's going to be..."
John's jaw clenched slightly as he pulled his trousers up, "It's not time yet!"
Mike nodded slowly and opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it and didn't.
Soon John was dressed in one of his many thousand pound suits. He hummed and left the room going down to the basement, "Ah, hello Mr. Holmes."
Mycroft growled, "Hello, John. You look different then the last time I saw you."
"Ohhh, I like to think that suits make a big difference. Those jumpers are ghastly, though, I'm starting to grow fond of them." He smiled some and knelt down so that he was eye level with Mycroft.
Mycroft was tied up to the wall and was being forced to kneel.
"How are the knees?" He asked softly as he grabbed Mycroft's chin with his hand.
Mycroft glared at him and then spat in his face, instead of answering him.
John growled and then slammed his head against the wall and stood up, "A bit feisty are we?" He hissed as Mike handed him a handkerchief. He brought it up to his face and wiped the spit off.
"They're on their way! They'll find me!"
"Tell me... Who is going to find you Mycroft? Who is coming? Because you're dear, heartbroken brother can't even find you. It makes him feel like a failure. How does that make big brother feel?" He smirked.
Mycroft's jaw clenched and he stared at the ground, "He'll catch onto you sooner or later!"
"Oh, I don't think so... See he's not going to find out about who I am until I want him to... and once he knows it will be too late for him. I'm going to tear his heart right out of his chest and big brother won't be able to save him this time, but then of course I'll come back here and take care of you... so I suppose you two will be together again soon. Ugh, Gag."
Mycroft's eyes widened, "Oh my god..." He whispered.
John blinked rapidly and frowned, "Did you honestly think you were getting out alive? I mean... really?"
"No, I knew I was going to die... You're in love with him..."
John's eyes hardened and his jaw clenched, "I'm really not."
"You are... you can't deny that John, no matter how hard you are trying to. You don't have to do this, John... Let me go and I won't arrest you... I'll let you live with him and I will take care of whoever is asking you to do this job."
John barked out a laugh and kicked him in the stomach, "No one is asking me to do this!" He lied. "I've wanted to kill your brother for some time now! I'm just finally now acting upon it!" He hissed.
Mycroft groaned, "Why are you covering up for them? I can help you... you can be with him..." He swallowed hard. "You told me that there is a difference between killers and assassins... Killers kill for fun... you only kill because you get paid... You wouldn't do this if you weren't getting paid. I know it."
"You don't know shit!" He screamed and kicked him again. "Let's just say I owed myself a personal favour." He growled. He turned towards Mike and then stormed out of the room. He was pissed and he just wanted to go back home to Sherlock.
Mike grabbed his arm once they got to the top of the stairs and John turned around a punched him in the face. He groaned and shook it off, "I deserved that, but John... you didn't find out who he sent to save him."
"That's because he sent no one, you fuckwit!" He snapped, "He lied to you."
"But... why..?" He frowned slightly.
John wanted to punch him again, "To get me here so he could talk to me and try to convince me to not go through with it!"
"So you don't actually love him..." He whispered.
"OF COURSE NOT!" He screamed.
"Because John... you do realise you can't... Sebastian will kill you." He said slowly.
"I'd like to see him try." He said gravely and then went back to his room.