7

John woke up starving, he had skipped dinner last night but after he kissed Sherlock he couldn't feel anything but joy. Remembering the events of last night made John blush. He tossed his sheets and got out of bed, heading down the stairs he tried to look casual and took a moment before opening the door. He stared at the handle for a few seconds before he turned it and headed in.

"Good morning Sherlock." He said in the casual voice he was mentally practicing at the door and headed for the bathroom. He glanced at Sherlock for a moment and saw him smirking in his chair. He turned his head and was about to head into the bathroom when he saw that the kitchen table actually had breakfast on it. He paused and stared at the breakfast that reminded him of the day he came back.

"What's this?" John asked in complete shock, he had no idea Sherlock could cook. Sherlock set his phone to the side and explained.

"Well you had quite the long day yesterday as I'm sure you're no longer used to running about all day, and you did skip dinner," Sherlock said and started smiling, "so I thought you'd be hungry by now." Sherlock shrugged and went back to his phone. John went over to Sherlock and kissed his forehead.

"Thank you Sherlock." He said and Sherlock smiled at him and nodded before furiously typing on his phone. John loved the fact that his usual confident detective was actually nervous around him.


John was absolutely shocked upon finishing his breakfast. It was amazing and he knew for a fact that Mrs. Hudson did not make this breakfast. Much like the coffee, it warmed John's heart knowing that Sherlock made him such a great breakfast. While eating though, John noticed that the wall was now full of pictures of Moriarty and the seven victims, along with parts of maps with circles over them. John assumed these were the locations of all the assassinations. John washed his plates and sat in his chair next to Sherlock's.

"Thanks for the breakfast, it was amazing. I had no idea you could cook." John said and looked at the wall again, "Who's next?"

"Sidney Aaron. At 9:00 on Friday he'll be closing up for Saxby's and walking back to his flat, roughly twenty minutes away. He thinks he's clever, walking down uncommon routes and alleys so no one would recognize him, but it makes it so much easier for him to get killed."

"But he won't." John said with a hint of confusion, "Because we're going to save him." Sherlock

"I'm not sure just showing up will call the assassin off, the big picture isn't saving him, we're going for Moriarty, and nowhere in his letter did he say if we show up he'll let Sidney live." John rested his chin in his palm.

"So he's still going to die?"

"I don't understand why this would affect you, he's killed dozens, maybe even hundreds of people." Sherlock said with his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Yeah but…" John started but Sherlock had made an excellent point, this wasn't some innocent civilian, he was a murderer. He sighed instead.

"Just two more days until we see him again. It'll be over soon." Sherlock said and held John's hand for a moment, "but until then, just keep safe." And with that he went into his Mind Palace. John looked over to Shirley in her crib. Moriarty killed Mary, what would stop him from hurting Shirley?

John pushed that thought away and went to the fridge to retrieve a bottle and wake Shirley up. He would never let anyone take her.

Foreshadowing?

Maybe...

Yeah it was pretty short but I needed a filler before Moriarty. I'm really excited about the next chapter, hopefully I can write it up and update in a few days.