John woke up the next day with a headache and a very strange taste in his mouth. He glanced at the clock and realised it was late afternoon, he must have drunk much more then he thought he had if he had slept all day. He got up of the sofa but felt sick and dizzy so immediately sat back down again. He decided to slip out quietly, he didn't want to speak to George, he didn't want to have a hangover, post night, are you sure your feeling all right conversation with him. He'd rather just go. Pulling on his jeans he walked out of the sitting room, down the hallway and to the front door, it was locked. That was strange. There was no key there either. John searched around his pockets for his phone but that was missing to.

'You're awake' He heard George call behind him. He was beaming at John.

'Listen George, thanks for letting me stay but, I think I'm just going to go' John tried the door again, just in case he was imagining things. Again it was locked.

'Would you like some tea?' He offered. Something wasn't right, John felt on edge. George wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. His smile was so toothy and fake it looked creepy. Like the fake smile air stewardesses gave him whenever he went on a long haul flight. Smiling at you like you were there best friend, when secretly they wanted nothing more than to throw the shitty food all over your lap. He kept pushing at the door trying to get it to open.

John was getting frantic now, he breathed deeply, trying to calm down, and he also tried to find his best army voice. 'Let me go George'

'I'll stick the kettle on'. John followed George into the kitchen.

'I don't know what you're playing at but I want to get out of here.'

'And go where John? Where will you go? Hmm. Back to Sherlock? The man who is too busy fighting crime to be in a relationship? The man who won't even let you fuck him? Don't worry love, you have me now.'

John was angry, he wanted to know how George knew all this. He was about to go for him when he realised he was holding a pistol in his right hand. He pointed it at John,

'I won't ask again John, sit down'

John had no choice. He sat down and watched George make him tea.

'What do you want? You have me here for a reason. I want to know what it is' John decided the best thing to do was to keep calm, try and talk to him, maybe if he found out why he could convince him to let him go. Make him see sense.

'Thought we could have an evening in. I'll cook something nice for dinner and we can relax, have a few glasses of wine, watch telly, that would be nice don't you think?'

What was going on? John felt his head spin.

'George, what are you talking about?' He tried to sound calm but he felt his voice break. His blood was running cold in his veins.

There was a pause as the kettle boiled, George made the tea and handed a mug

'Drink up' He smiled. John pretended to take a sip, he decided not to drink anything George gave him, concluding that the water he was given last night had probably been drugged, he had been too drunk to properly notice the strange taste.

'You should relax John, make yourself comfy. You look so on edge love'

Love, why was he calling him love? John felt horrified as George cupped his cheek.

'Don't you see John, me and you we belong together. I've been watching you for a while now, ever since I saw you outside Coyle's flat. I know everything about you John, watching and waiting' He sounded so calm, as if this was perfectly normal behaviour, as if John should be pleased that he had gone to these lengths for him.

'That car last night, the one that was following me, that was you wasn't it?' George smiled and laughed.

'I was going to wait a bit longer, don't like being rushed you see, but Sherlock, he helped hurry things along, and I just couldn't resist. He didn't want you, he let you go so you're mine now John' He crashed their lips together, holding John in place with an iron grip. John tried to fight but he wasn't strong enough, George kissed so hard John felt him nip at his lip and he could taste blood. George tried to push his tongue in but John kept his mouth firmly closed.

'Now John I was hoping you would be a bit more responsive. I guess we will just have to work on that.' He kept his hand on John's cheek. It made John's skin crawl.

'Work on it? What do you mean? How long are you planning on keeping me here?'

'Don't you see John, I'll keep you here as long as I want. You're my boyfriend now. Isn't that nice' John felt sick.

'Now that I found I'm not letting you go, we belong together, don't you see?' He almost sang, his hands clasped together in glee.

'You won't get away with this'

'I think you'll find I already have. Who is going to stop me? The police? They are useless John surely you know that by now. I have already gotten away with so much and the police are not even close to the truth'

'Sherlock. Sherlock will find me' John wasn't sure who he was trying to convince, George or himself.

This made George laugh out loud 'Sherlock, you have such faith in him, but he doesn't want you John. Besides, you think Sherlock is so clever but he isn't. He wasn't clever enough to catch me, going on a wild goose chase over Adams.

Suddenly everything fell into place.

'It was you, you killed those women.'

George clapped 'Took you long enough' he rolled his eyes. John had had enough, he decided to make a break for it. How he had no idea. The flat was on the top floor so jumping to safety was out of the question. He needed the key, wherever that was. He decided the best thing to do was to keep talking.

'But why? Why did you kill Coyle?'

'Wife left me like I told you, I just wanted some company John. Thought I could replace Anna easily. She's a tough act to follow though I give her that. Met Georgina while working on the Adams case. That didn't work out, decided she was the wrong one for me. Then there was Lopez, after watching Coyle die, squeezing the life out of her I had the sudden urge to do it again, when I was interviewing her I wanted to see the light disappear from her eyes. While I was stalking Coyle I spent a lot of time watching this building. I found Peirce, she intrigued me, thought she was the one, waited till I knew her boyfriend was out of town, shame she had to die to.' He sighed and shook his head, John wondered if he had regretted anything he had done.

'If you are going to kill me, Id rather you just do it now, get it over with'

'John, dear, I'm not going to kill you. No, you are different from the others'

'How do I that?' His eyes darted around the flat, he saw it, the key, on top of the microwave. He needed to distract George and then he could make a run for it. He just had to keep him talking.

'Now now John. I love you. Why would I want to kill you?'