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They both froze. Lestrade couldn't even stomach looking at them, he stared down on the table were Mary's picture was and even though they were silent, for what seemed like ages, Lestrade could hear the shouts from the people who considered him as a friend. John's frantic voice was shaking, and even Sherlock's smooth voice was on edge.

-How could you hide this from us? Did you think telling us last minute would make it better? Is this you trying to spare my feelings?

-I thought I was heartless. Your incompetence will never cease to amaze me. You really let seven people die for our sake? I could have stopped this in a week.

-Friends don't do this.

-Professionals don't do this.

And for just one moment Lestrade heard there voices merge together, I guess I was wrong about you.

Sherlock put an arm around Johns shoulder and lead him to the other side of the room, Lestrade thought they would leave but they both sat down on a computer and continued working. Like professionals, Lestrade thought.

Lestrade sighed and cleared the table, putting the file away. He went to his computer on the other side of the room and tried to work, but kept glancing at John and Sherlock. He saw anger and determination in John's face but Sherlock's face was blank as usual. He didn't even know what he was doing, Sherlock was on the case, he couldn't help, he could never solve this case, Sherlock was right about him. He looked up and saw John holding Shirley in one hand and stacks of paper in the other and Sherlock trailing behind with another stack of papers heading. He ran up to them, he wanted to apologize but they'd never take it, so he tried the professional approach.

"Did you get anything?" He asked and only Sherlock turned to face him.

"Plain as day on whom Moriarty will be after next." Sherlock said in a bored voice.

"Well who is it?" Lestrade asked curiously.

"Sorry," Sherlock said and turned back to the door, "but this is a delicate case." And he walked out the door followed by John and Shirley.

The sun was about to start setting as they left Scotland Yard. John went to the road holding up a hand to hail a cab but Sherlock took his wrist and gently lowered it.

"Walking will help calm you down." He said as he led the trail back home.

"I just can't believe he'd hide something like that from us. What kind of friend does that?" John asked looking at Sherlock.

"What sort of professional does that?" Sherlock countered glancing at John, "He isn't my friend and now I have proof that he isn't a professional." John sighed, and this caused Sherlock to stop and turn to John placing both his hands on his shoulders, holding the files between his elbow and side.

"Don't worry John, I know who the next target is, we'll find Moriarty and stop him, I promise." He said the last part with softness in his voice, and John had to look down at Shirley to stop himself from blushing.

"Thank you Sherlock." John said and they continued walking.

They'd walked for about ten minutes without talking, the silence was uncomfortable though, Sherlock actually enjoyed it. He did however feel how nervous John was and wanted to do something to take his mind off things. It was only Tuesday, they had three days till the encounter but untill then they had no way of finding Moriarty. As they walked Sherlock noticed a DVD shop and smiled. Lovely, he thought.

"So we never did have that Bond Night you talked about." Sherlock said breaking the silence.

"What?" John asked, even though he knew what he was talking about. He made a James Bond reference on his blog that Sherlock didn't understand and then admitted he had never watched his films, so John suggested a Bond Night.

"The James Bond films," Sherlock said and began walking to the store, "I'll be back in a moment." He said. John smiled as he watched Sherlock's coat flapping at the gorgeous breeze. The temperature was lovely and Shirley seemed to agree as well as she happily prattled when she felt the breeze. John absolutely loved seeing her smile, which was very often, she hardly ever frowned. John felt a little hungry then thought of how hungry Shirley must be. The last time she had a bottle was about three hours ago at the crime scene. Good thing they were almost home, he could feed her and put her to bed then watch films with Sherlock. His smile grew wider as he thought about Sherlock, and what he was doing to try to calm him.

Sherlock came back out with two DVD's in one hand and the files from the case in his other hand. One of the DVD's was Skyfall, the movie John had wanted to watch but never got to it and the other of course was Diamonds Are Forever, the movie John quoted on his blog. Sherlock smirked showing John the DVD's and they continued walking back to 221B.

"I'll just feed Shirley and put her to bed while you get the DVD player working." John told Sherlock as he opened the door to the flat and they both went up the stairs, a little faster than usual. Sherlock held the DVD's and files in one hand and opened the door to their flat with the other. He sent the files on the table and turned to John.

"Okay." he said as John went to get a bottle for Shirley. Sherlock set the DVD's down on the table and took a quick trip to his Mind Palace to remember how to set up a DVD player. It had been ages since he sat down and watched a film, but he's sure he can remember how to hook up a DVD player.

Shirley was starting to dose off while finishing her bottle. That was usually a sign when a baby's had enough to drink. John put the bottle down on the table and slowly rocked Shirley until she fell asleep. He kissed her forehead and set her down in her crib wrapping her up in her little pink blanket. He turned his head and saw that the DVD player was set and Sherlock was sitting down with both the DVD's in his hands.

"Which one?" Sherlock asked showing John both the cases. John went up to Sherlock and took 'Diamonds Are Forever' out of his hand and placed it in the DVD player. Before the film started John headed over to his chair and picked up a large folded blanket and went back to the couch.

"Are you cold?" Sherlock curiously asked, as John sat near him unfolding the blanket.

"Not really but I feel that blankets make movies more comfortable." John tried sounding casual to hide how jittery he felt.

"Oh." Sherlock said and turned his head, "Do you know where Mrs. Hudson put the rest of the blankets?" Sherlock asked and John hid a smirk. This was his chance.

"No I think she put the rest of the blankets in our rooms, but this blanket is rather large," John pause and picked up a bit of the blanket, "w-we could share." John finished losing all confidence and looking at the TV.

He felt Sherlock's hand graze his arm and pick up the blanket, "What a brilliant idea." He said as the opening credits appeared. John unwrapped himself from his bundle so Sherlock could be wrapped in with him. Sherlock slid off his shoes and sat criss-cross on the couch and wrapped himself in. Noticing how comfortable Sherlock seemed John slid his shoes off as well and placed both his feet at his side, slightly leaning into Sherlock.

Sherlock never really liked movies, but he enjoyed this one, he wasn't sure if it was because of the fact that John was snuggled up next to him or that James Bond was a decent spy. Sherlock stared at the screen criticizing ever tiny fault, until he felt John's head rest on his shoulder. He immediately fixed his eyes on John, who had a small smile plastered on his face and Sherlock was positive it wasn't because of the dying civilians on the screen. Sherlock's stomach ached, he started feeling that a lot around John lately. He assumed it had something to do with emotions.

He still wasn't sure of himself. This wasn't like a case, where facts lead straight to conclusion, this was much more complicated. It was obvious John's feelings have developed far from just friends and Sherlock knew that he cared about John, but neither of them are verbally admitting it. Their hiding behind slight games of not knowing were blankets are and scooting closer to each other in the cab. These were the things that made Sherlock doubt his next move.

He just scooted closer to me so that's good, but he's acting like its casual and not looking at me… so that bad. But obviously since he scooted closer he does share these feelings, but why is he being aloof? Oh human error. He would often think in the cab, but this time was different. Sherlock could tell if John was lying and he clearly was about not knowing where the blankets were. It's clear as day that John loves Sherlock, but even now with his head on his shoulders there was still doubt in Sherlock's mind. John stifled a yawn but Sherlock still noticed. He wasn't aware of time, until he saw that the movie was almost ending.

Once the end credits rolled John sat up straight, "So what'd you think?" John asked.

"It wasn't terrible." Sherlock answered with a smirk, honestly he hadn't been paying much attention to it, but from what he did see the movie seemed decent.

"So…I'll take that you wanna watch the next movie?" John nervously asked.

"Some other night, you're tired John." Sherlock said and John nodded.

I knew I shouldn't have rested on Sherlock, but it just felt so right. I was so comfortable with him, but clearly Sherlock didn't feel the same way. He would never want to watch another film with me again John thought, but then to John's complete and utter surprise Sherlock cupped the side of John's face.

Okay, Sherlock thought, maybe this could be our confirmation, and he leaned down and laid a soft kiss on John's lip. Everything around him slipped from his care when his lips locked with John's. They were perfect and soft and Sherlock wanted to stay there forever, but then he remembered that this was a confirmation and that John could want to pull away, even though all the signs said he wouldn't. He was about to pull away when one John's hands ran through Sherlock's hair and tugged it towards him.

Sherlock uncrossed his legs and shifted so that his whole body was facing John, and John did the same. Sherlock slid his hand down from John's cheek and went to his shoulder and pulled him even closer so now there was no space between them. Their lips danced together as their hands were exploring each other's backs. John moved one hand away from Sherlock's back and wiggled it in between them. Moving it across Sherlock's chest his hand fell to the buttons on his shirt. He wanted to rip his shirt off and just have him right then and there but at the same time he just wanted Sherlock's lips and nothing more.

He nibbled on Sherlock's lower lip asking for entrance and Sherlock gladly gave it to him. He slipped his tongue into Sherlock mouth exploring the new surroundings, and taking in all of Sherlock. His fingers were back in Sherlock's curls and Sherlock was practically melting. He never would have expected John to love him back and having his lips on his and his hands in his hair, Sherlock regretted ever trying to push away these feelings.

John pulled away panting for breathe along with Sherlock. He opened his eyes and saw that his face was beautifully flushed and brought out his eyes even more. He looked gorgeous. Sherlock ran his fingers through John's hair and pulled him forwards making their foreheads touch. They were still panting but Sherlock managed a small chuckle. He removed his forehead from John's and kissed his lips one more time.

"Goodnight John." He said as John rested in his chest hugging him. They remained still for a moment before John reluctantly pulled away.

"Goodnight Sherlock." He said and kissed his forehead before heading off to his room, knowing he wouldn't be sleeping for a while.


Aw! Hope you guys enjoyed that chapter. We should be seeing Moriarty very soon...Brace yourselves.

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