First I thought this was going to be really short and boring chapter, and then I started writing and it's longer than any other previous chapter of this whole story :D I tried to write as much as it was possible about Johnlock in this chapter, so I hope you will enjoy it and maybe laugh a bit ;)

Story: (Un)hidden Love
Chapter 6: Hidden with a cat
By: Mischel


When they reached the mortuary, they opened the door and walked in. There was a corpse already laying on the table, covered in white blanket. Sherlock pulled his whip out of his coat - it could come in handy after all. They didn't know why did Nick jump under the bus. When Sherlock came closer to see the body, he smiled. He really loved this feeling. Just standing, enjoying the feeling of knowing. Well, he didn't know yet, but soon he will deduce everything and John and Molly would just stand around, listening to him and they wouldn't understand him.

He put the whip on the table next to the man and reached a hand to uncover his face.

"You think it's Nick?" John asked suddenly. He was standing right behind Sherlock and Sherlock jumped a bit when John surprised him. He forgot he was with him.

"I hope so," he muttered and took the blanket off so they could see the face. And it was Nick.

"Great, now just to find Molly," John said and turned around. Where was she anyway, she was supposed to be in work. And then, it hit him. He saw her on the table, with her head on her folded arms, eyes closed, sleeping. "Sherlock," John whispered and Sherlock turned around.

"What is it?" he asked, but then he saw her. She had to be really exhausted when she fell in sleep in her work. John came closer to her and carefully shook with her shoulder. She stirred slowly.

"Sherlock," she just mumbled and John looked at his detective who was staring back. John shook with her more and she finally woke up. "Erm, John?" she mumbled and then "Sherlock?" once she saw him she immediately wiped her mouth and arranged her messed hair a bit so it wasn't that messy. "What are you two doing here," she asked, but then her eyes landed on Nick with uncovered face and she realized the reason. "Ah, I see," said she.

"What were you doing yesterday," John smiled "You were watching tv all the night, or?" he looked at Sherlock, but he was already standing behind Nick, searching his body with his tiny magnifier.

"No," Molly smiled "I had a date," she said "And it actually worked out, so we stayed outside a long time."

"Ahh," John nodded "Well, good luck with him," he smiled and went to Sherlock. Molly went after him and looked in the papers that were laying on the table.

"Nick Taylor," she started to read "He committed a suicide yesterday. He jumped under a bus."

"I know, it was in newspapers," Sherlock said matter of factly and continued in his searching. Molly looked at him and then she continued.

"One broken arm, and leg twisted wrist, internal bleeding and- "

"Five broken ribs," Sherlock finished and started to study Nick's right hand and nails properly.

"Show off," smiled John and looked at Molly "Could I look at it, please?" and reached a hand to her papers.

"Sure," she smiled and handed it to him. He looked at it from the top to the end. It wasn't anything special or extra interesting to be honest. Well, at least John wouldn't say, but as he knew Sherlock, it would be either boring to even notice, or he would have deduced it everything sooner than he'd see the papers. Or he would simply notice something that says everything and what was obvious.

"Died immediately," John read and put the papers back on the table, next to Nick's feet. "So?" he asked "What have you deduced?"

"Well," Sherlock said and took a deep breath before he started "He has two cats, he used to have a dog, he had a girlfriend when he was about 16 years old but then obviously realized he was a..." now Sherlock swallowed, avoiding anybody's eyes "...gay," he finished. "Two sis-"

"Wait..." Molly cut him off "He was a... gay?" she asked.

"Obviously," Sherlock just said and took a deep breath again.

"Obviously," said Molly quietly, listening Sherlock's continuing list of his deductions.

"Two sisters, poor family, mother, father was drunk - now dead obviously, he grew on a farm, not many friends," now his face a bit saddened, but he didn't let it show in any way "oh, and a few... months? Yeah, a few months ago he was on a voyage around the world, someone had to pay it for him or he had to win in a lottery" he finished.

"Obviously," John added and Sherlock looked up at him, saying:

"Obviously," then he grabbed the papers and started to search through them, just in case he missed something, which he deeply doubted, but he searched through them anyway. And so everyone was quiet and an awkward silence fell. Sherlock was still searching through the papers and Molly with John were just standing there, waiting for him to find something.

And so John turned to Molly "And what about your new boyfriend?" he asked "Is he nice?"

Molly blushed a bit and a sheepish smile appeared on her face "Yes," she nodded "he's kind," she looked down and then at Sherlock secretly.

"And how does he look like?" John asked again "tall, curly hair, skinny with a coat and sometimes a scarf around his neck?" he had to smile, it was so obvious that Molly was in love with Sherlock, but Sherlock just didn't see it.

"Ho-how do you know?" she stuttered, blushing completely. He didn't see him, he couldn't know how he looked like.

"Oh, just... just instinct," John smiled and watched Molly, nodding slightly and looking back at Sherlock. John looked at Sherlock too. He was still looking at the papers, apparently reading. "Oh, and what about you, Sherlock?" John smirked playfully and stepped a bit closer to him.

"What about me?" Sherlock lifted his head immediately, looking at both of them. He wasn't listening. John folded his arms on his chest and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Well," John started "you still didn't tell me, how does your boyfriend look like," he smiled. He really wanted to know, so he could find him. Sherlock said that he knows him, so he could recognize him and he would know who to punch. Wait, why would he punch Sherlock's new boyfriend? It didn't make any sense, did it? Maybe, John thought, maybe I want to punch him so he would not be Sherlock's boyfriend anymore? Maybe because I'm... I'm jealous? The more he was thinking that, the more it made sense to him and felt right. But he wasn't gay, right? Or was he?

"Wait," Molly smiled a bit, but her smile didn't reach her eyes "You..." she looked at Sherlock "You have a... a... b-boyfriend?" she asked. She couldn't believe that. A small tears found their way to her eyes, but she immediately blinked them away. She shouldn't be upset, she had a boyfriend now, Sherlock was out of reach before and it wouldn't ever change. But he was a... gay?

Sherlock was quiet, avoiding their eyes and trying to ignore them. But John unfortunately noticed that Molly was upset. He didn't realize that this could upset her. "Oh Molly, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-" he tried to apologize.

"No," she smiled "It's ok, why would I be upset?" she asked and tried to smile a bit more "I'm glad that Sherlock has found someone," she said. "Now if you excuse me," she smiled again "I have some work to do," and then she simply left. John felt sorry for Molly. He really didn't mean to upset her. He didn't realize that if he tells her that Sherlock has someone and especially that he is gay, it would upset her, because that meant that she can't ever have even a chance with him.

"Why was she upset?" Sherlock asked confused, but then he let it go and proclaimed "Anyway, we have some work to do too, right?" He jumped up, took his whip, grabbed John's hand and went out of the mortuary. "We have to find Nick's flat," he just said when they were leaving.

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Nick's flat wasn't far away from the mortuary, actually, it was just around the corner and a few streets away. Sherlock didn't even bother to take a cab, so they had much more time for talking. And John certainly wanted to use this as an advantage. Sherlock still didn't tell him who was his mystery boyfriend and his patience was slowly but surely starting to wear thin. He didn't really know why was he so desperate to know who was it, but he just somehow needed to know that.

"Sherlock?" he asked and grabbed his coat to slow down his pace, he was walking pretty fast. "You still didn't tell me who is he, or at least how does he look like," he demanded. Suddenly, Sherlock stopped, turned around and looked at him. He was always taller, so he was looking down at him, but John didn't let himself feel smaller.

"What do you want to hear, John?" Sherlock suddenly said, upset apparently "That I love him with all my heart, that I've loved him since we first met and that I wouldn't let anything happen to him? That he means too much for me than I've ever thought someone could? That I wouldn't bear to lose him?" he blinked the tears that started to form in his eyes away and looked even closer to John's eyes "That I can't tell you how does he look like or who he is because I am too afraid that you wouldn't accept who have I chosen? That I think about him all the night and day and can't ever stop?"

John's hand slowly let go of Sherlock's coat that he was still absentmindedly holding. "No," John said "I... I don't know what to say, Sherlock, I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I've been so annoying, sorry," Sherlock didn't say anything, he just turned around, continuing in their way to Nick's flat.

"Let's find what we can find," Sherlock murmured during the way.

John just kept walking, looking at Sherlock. He really didn't know what to say. He didn't realize that this is actually for Sherlock the first time he has ever felt love, and he needed his support. And all he gave him was just his annoying questioning. He wasn't really that good friend as he thought he was. He should have known that Sherlock wouldn't like all those questions when he didn't even know exactly what love is until now.

Suddenly his phone rang and he put it out of his pocket to look who it was. As soon as he saw 'Mrs Hudson' on the display, he cursed under his breath and rejected the call. He really didn't want to hear what Mrs Hudson wanted to say. Especially when the last conversation they had together was about him, proposing to Sherlock. Well, 'conversation'.

So now the only thing they had to do was to go to Nick's flat and find anything, related to Moriarty or anything else interesting. Unfortunately, the building, where Nick was living had no elevator and, unfortunately, Nick's flat was in the highest floor.

Unfortunately.

They had to go all the way upstairs on their own, which caused that they both were panting and breathing fast. When they finally reached the flat they were looking for, it was unlocked, fortunately. At least some luck was on their side. They opened the door and went inside. There wasn't any mess as they expected when Moriarty was there apparently.

"S-so," John gasped and had to put his hands on his knees to rest a little "What are we going to look for?" he asked and inhaled deeply as the single sentence took enough air from his lungs. Sherlock wasn't any better with his condition, even when he thought he was. Once, maybe. He slowly looked around, still panting and red in his face. He saw a table, lamp, sofa, armchair. Nothing unusual. And then he noticed it.

"There," said they both in unison. Sherlock was pointing with his finger to a cut off phone and John on the other side of the room, where a small kitten was hiding. It was orange with black ears and tail and really cute. It was afraid, perhaps, because they weren't Nick, but then it suddenly jumped out from behind the sofa and ran to them both, purring.

"A kitten," John smiled. He always wanted to have a kitten that would curl in your lap, purring sweetly, eventually falling asleep.

"And a cut off phone," Sherlock pointed again on the phone, but John didn't mind him, he was too distracted by the kitten.

"You said that David had two cats," John mused "So where is the other one?"

Suddenly a voice on the other side of the room spoke "Ah, boyfriends are finally here," it was Moriarty. He was holding the other cat, a mother of the kitten evidently. He was smiling and went to them closer. Sherlock and John immediately stood up, still panting. Moriarty noticed that and started to laugh "What-" he laughed "What you two have been doing?"

"Nothing of your business," Sherlock replied.

"Oh don't worry, I don't want to know what you two do together when no one is watching, really," he smiled, still holding the mother cat.

"Sherlock?" John said suddenly, "What is he talking about?" he asked, his eyes never leaving Moriarty's rude face.

"Oh no, really?" Moriarty started laughing even more. He looked at Sherlock "you didn't tell him, did you? He doesn't know!" he said "Oh God, it's so obvious, I really don't get it. How come he is missing this?"

"What exactly am I missing?" John asked, anger rising in him slowly.

"Oh, nothing," Moriarty smiled "I'll let it to your own deduction." John wanted to say something, but suddenly, his phone rang again. He closed his eyes. This really can't be happening. No, not now.

"Ok, pick it up," Moriarty said. He grabbed his gun that he had hidden on the back of his belt and smiled sweetly "or do I have to say it again?"

John put the phone out of his pocket and looked at the display again. It was Mrs Hudson. He made a face that clearly said that he didn't want to talk to her, but with Moriarty's gun pointing at him, he really didn't have any other choice. And he was lucky that it was just a phone call what Moriarty demanded.

"Turn the sound loud, so we can hear it," Moriarty smiled. And so John picked it up and said:

"John Watson,"

"Ah, John, I wanted to talk to you," Mrs Hudson's voice said "You didn't tell me when is yours and Sherlock's wedding? I already called my friends and we're starting to prepare for it. Do you want roses or sunflowers or some other flowers?" she asked, happy that they were finally engaged.

"God, even she is more clever than you," Moriarty mumbled with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Erm, no Mrs Hudson," John said, "Actually, there's no wedd-"

"I would take red roses, you know, they symbolize love. So the roses, John?"

"No, Mrs Hudson, what am I trying to say is-" he was cut off by Mrs Hudson again.

"Don't worry, I know exactly what you want to say, -"

"Yeah, I really doubt that," John murmured under his breath, so she didn't hear it.

"I've already informed your family, oh and Mycroft of course, I have to call Myroft,"

"No," Sherlock and John said together, and Moriarty just stood there, still smiling. This was really fun. But no matter what, he will kill John Watson. He needed to destroy Sherlock somehow. And this was the best chance.

"Everything's going to be ok, John, you don't have to be afraid," Mrs Hudson continued, happily "You know you don't have to," she said "So that was all, I take the roses, right? Bye." she ended and John once again, didn't tell her that there really was no wedding, and certainly not with Sherlock. But what was that painful feeling inside his heart? Was it jealousy again? Maybe he actually wanted Sherlock to marry him. And all what Moriarty said made sense only if John was the man of Sherlock's heart. But he refused to believe that. He wasn't gay. Even when his heart, soul and his very core really, really doubted that in these last days.

He looked at Sherlock. He didn't look well. And Moriarty? He was the same. Still smiling, with a gun and a cat in his both hands, waiting.

"What do you want?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

"You," Moriarty said simply "you and your friend here, dead." he took a step back "And this is not the end. This is warning. Be carefull, Sherlock, because your time with your love is running out. And remember, I will kill your boyfriend." With that, he told them to leave, with his gun, still pointing at them, and when they returned,

he was gone.