Here is a new chapter early readers! I thought about moving the chapter up to a M rating, but it's not quite there yet. However, there is some sexiness in this chapter so be aware! Anyway, enjoy! :)

After about thirty minutes of searching, Sherlock found the woman's case in a dumpster near the crime scene. He was quick to hail a cab and rush back to 221 B. "Pink!" He thought proudly as he looked down at the bright colored case. "How could anyone be so careless?"

He arrived at the flat and immediately began searching through the case. Sexy underwear. Check. Dark pink makeup case. Check. Small jewelry bag (just large enough to store a wedding ring and earrings). Check. Mobile...

Sherlock narrowed his eyes as he searched through the case again. "No mobile?" He thought finally stepping back from the bag. "That's impossible."

He tossed the case to the side in disgust and flung himself down on the couch. "What could I have missed?" He thought, running through the crime scene in his mind. "All the evidence says she lived on her phone! Unless..."

Sherlock sat up suddenly and gasped. He ran to his own mobile just as the idea hit him and texted John frantically.

"Come to 221B if convenient."

He let a small smile as he did so. He couldn't wait to see John's face when he saw what Sherlock had pieced together. He wanted to prove himself to John, prove he was just a good as John had heard.

As Sherlock spread out once again on the couch, his stomach abruptly clenched with worry. Could John possibly be mad at him for running off? "I probably shouldn't have left him there." He concluded, silently criticizing himself. "It wasn't a very...nice thing to do."

However, Sherlock hoped John wouldn't hold that against him once they continued on the case together. Together. Sherlock liked the sound of that.

After a few minutes, Sherlock looked down at his mobile to see no response. He let out a loud sigh and picked it up again, typing even faster than before.

"If inconvenient, come anyway."

He paused for second as he stared at his phone. Sherlock let out a sly smile as he typed out another message. "Maybe a little more enticing will do the trick..." He thought.

"May be dangerous."

Sherlock relaxed into the couch quite pleased with himself. "That should get him here rather quick." He thought happily. As he was just settling into his mind palace, Sherlock heard the flat door open. Sherlock looked over expecting to see John, but instead he saw someone quite different. Someone he wasn't sure he wanted to see.

"Hello Sherlock." Jim said softly.

Sherlock remained still on the couch. There he was, his Jim, looking just as handsome as ever dressed in a dark gray suit, his black hair slicked back. He was smiling brightly, but those eyes. Those eyes looked even colder.

"Hello Jim." Sherlock muttered.

John strode over to the couch and stood over Sherlock, who still hadn't moved.

"Didn't you miss me love?" He asked, sweetly.

Sherlock rolled his eyes openly as he forced himself off the couch and pushed past Jim walking toward the table.

"Really?" He replied coldly as he sat down and opened up his laptop. "That's the first thing you ask after I haven't heard from you in over a month?"

Sherlock heard Jim walk up behind him as he began to type.

"Oh Sherly, don't be-" Jim started, but Sherlock refused to let him finish.

"So how's the IT business?" He asked Jim quickly. "It must be booming with all this travel you are doing."

Sherlock heard Jim sigh before he answered.

"What can say? My client is in constant need of my services at his many companies." He answered, sharply. However, as Sherlock felt Jim's lips on his ear, his voice softened.

"But I don't want to talk about work." He continued, his breath tickling Sherlock's neck. "I so missed you, Sherlock."

His deep tone made Sherlock tremble with desire. Jim knew all of his buttons. But refusing to give in, Sherlock stood up from the chair and tried to push past Jim into the kitchen. However, this time Jim blocked his way.

"Oh Sherly..." He cooed, bringing his fingers to lightly brush Sherlock 's curls. "Don't be mad, please. I need you..."

Sherlock finally looked up to meet Jim's eyes. They were so empty despite the softness on his face. But before he could stare into them for too long, Jim pressed his mouth against his.

Sherlock wanted to push him off, but he felt his body giving in to Jim's soft lips and caresses. Before he knew it, he was kissing Jim back, their lips crashing together full of want and need. "It's been so long." He thought. "So long since I've wanted this."

But as their kiss became more passionate, it suddenly wasn't Jim that was kissing Sherlock, but John. It was no longer Jim's slick hair he ran his fingers through, but John's sandy mop. And as Jim nipped at Sherlock's neck and rubbed his knee against his growing hardness, it was John Sherlock pictured kissing his neck and thrusting against him. Sherlock felt his desire, his need growing not for Jim, but instead this idea of John touching and kissing him. His mind was almost completely clouded with lust and just before he was about to murmur the name of the man he was imagining, Sherlock heard the flat door open.

"Oh, uh, sorry." John's voice rang out from behind Jim.

Sherlock ripped his lips away from Jim's and they both turned to find John Watson standing in the doorway, looking shocked and Sherlock thought...disappointed?

"Who are you?" Jim asked rather angrily.

John looked a bit embarrassed and flustered, but he stood his ground.

"I'm John Watson," He said offering Jim his hand. "Sherlock's new flatmate."

Ignoring John's hand, Jim looked back to Sherlock, his eyes flashing with anger.

"New...flatmate?" He questioned, his voice remaining steady.

Sherlock took a deep breath and stood up tall. He refused to be intimated by Jim.

"Yes, he is. I needed a flatmate for the summer." He answered firmly. Sherlock then turned to John, not quite meeting his eye. "John, this is Jim. We went to Eton together." He concluded.

John nodded, but his head remained down. Sherlock turned back to Jim, whose eyes were narrow, amplifying their coldness. Sherlock suppressed a shiver and cleared his throat.

"Now Jim I am afraid John and I have some work to do on a case." He said. "We will have to talk later."

Jim clicked his tongue with frustration, but quickly plastered a smile on his face.

"Of course, I understand!" He exclaimed, his voice dripping with sweetness. "I'll be in town for a few weeks so I am sure I will see you soon."

With that, Jim walked toward the door, stopping for a second in front of John.

"It was so nice to meet you John Watson." He whispered, his voice now cold and flat. "I am sure we will be seeing each other again."

And then Jim was gone, down the stairs, slamming the downstairs door behind him.

Sherlock and John stood there for a second rather awkwardly. Sherlock had no idea what to say. He was ashamed and embarrassed, not only because John had seen the kiss, but because pictures of "his" John were still flashing through his mind. Sherlock heard John clear his throat and he looked up tentatively.

"So...I didn't know you had a boyfriend." John commented quietly, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

Sherlock shook his head. How could he explain?

"No, we're not-" he began, but he couldn't quite piece the right words together. He sighed deeply. "It's complicated."

Sherlock heard John let out a sharp laugh.

"Oh okay." He replied, bitterness clear in his tone. "I get it. Snogging a bloke against a table seems real complicated."

Sherlock felt anger begin to boil under his skin. What business was it of his?

"Listen, it's not important." He said, his tone raised. "We have other matters to attend to, okay?"

John didn't reply. Sherlock finally looked down at him and their eyes suddenly met. Sherlock felt guilt and sorrow pierce him like a knife. John looked so utterly...hurt. "You caused this, you fool." He thought to himself. "Now you've ruined any chance you had with him." Sherlock spoke softly this time, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Can we just work on the case?" He asked. Sherlock felt like he was begging for his life. He couldn't stand seeing John like this. "Please?"

After a moment, John nodded, letting out a weak smile.

"Yeah, sure." He replied. "You did say there could be danger involved."

Sherlock forced a smile and nodded. He felt like his heart was tearing in two, but if he could have any part of John Watson he would.

"There's always danger, John." Sherlock said. "Always."

Well there you have it! Our wonderful Jim has finally arrived and I promise there is plenty more of him to come! Please do follow, favorite and review folks. It is so appreciated! Till next time. :)