Ripple
By: Raven612
Chapter 4: Never a Good Idea
Summary: Sherlock digs himself deeper yet and John can't believe how dense the man can be sometimes.

A/N: Awwws, this story gets a lot of action but no reviews. This makes me a sad panda because I don't know if you all are liking it or not. I hope you all are I want it to be cute and fun before the real fun begins. So stick around, I promise to turn up the drama soon my pretties….but like everything Jim does, he does it perfectly.

*Day 3 of Hell*

Sherlock looked at his phone again. He growled low in his throat. Now of all times Lestrade tells him he needs him; now when Sherlock is alone with the twins. He is alone. With. The. Twins. As in there is no John around to keep them entertained. Sherlock is solo and has been summoned; the one thing John explicitly told him he could not do. Sherlock frowns. He is debating; bring the twins to a crime scene and face John's wrath or sit and suffer. Of course Sherlock chooses option A. He will not sit in the flat with the twins while Lestrade has asked him to help in a triple…not single or even double, but triple homicide. This is absolutely something Sherlock cannot pass up. He lifts his head and blinks. How in the bloody hell had he even gotten himself into this mess…he fell in love with John…that's how. He sighed and steeped his fingers under his chin as he replays the conversation he and John had the previous night.

Sherlock buries his face between John's shoulder and neck taking his skin between his teeth eliciting a moan from John. His long fingers glide down John's sweat slicked torso and trace lazy patterns around hard muscle. Sherlock grins; he truly does love his army man and appreciates the upkeep John does with his body. Sherlock flicks his tongue over the reddened skin on John's neck as his fingers dip below the waistband of his pajama pants.

"Sherlock I…I know what…ahhh," John attempted to turn the conversation back onto its original path because he knew Sherlock was attempting to distract him.

"I said you can take them to their daycare," Sherlock growled and slipped his hand into John's pants to cup his very obvious erection.

John hissed and his hips bucked, "And I told you their daycare isn't open tomorrow…I…I don't like the idea of leaving them with you either but it's only one day," John murmured into Sherlock's curls between kisses.

Sherlock growls and lifts himself to look into John's blue eyes, "No," he states simply before lowering his lips onto John's. John attempts to pull away but there is nowhere for his head to go but deeper into his pillow. Sherlock's tongue pokes out and traces the seam of John's lips begging for entrance. John opens, he can't deny Sherlock anything in his haze of sex.

"Ah…but Sherlock…" John loses his train of thought for a moment when he feels Sherlock's fingers wrap around his length.

"Yes John, your bum is rather divine," Sherlock purred and pulled on John's ear lobe and licked the outer shell as his fingers began to move slowly around John's length.

John sucked in a deep breath as his hips began to react of their own accord to Sherlock's fingers. John brought his fingers to tangle in Sherlock's hair and he tugged on the black curls, "Th-this changes nothing Sherlock…the…the kids will stay with you tomorrow," John huffed quickly.

Sherlock growled and bit his shoulder rather hard to draw a gasp from John and feel his fingers tighten even more in his curls, "I'll give them a shelter," Sherlock promised as he kissed his way back to John's mouth.

John smirked, "You care for them Sherlock," John countered and flicked his tongue over Sherlock's lips and nipped gently with his front teeth.

Sherlock growled and lowered his lips to press heavily against John's and their tongue started their familiar tango. John's well practiced muscle attempted to assert its dominance but Sherlock was fighting back with gusto. John's hands gently left Sherlock's hair to trail down his spine. He grabbed two handfuls of pale globes and squeezed them. Sherlock hummed into John's mouth while his hands moved to grip the doctor's hips and pulled them up to grind against his. Sparks flew as their erect cocks rubbed against each other. Sherlock swallowed a moan from John and plunged his hips down against John's.

"God Sherlock," John hissed as he broke the kiss to suck along Sherlock's jaw.

Sherlock grinned, he loved making his doctor talk dirty, something about the way it rolled off of John's tongue made Sherlock's nerves ignite, "One condition," Sherlock whispered breathlessly as he reached over to their bedside table and grabbed the bottle of lube.

John managed to squeeze one eye open to look at the detective, he gave one last sound suck to Sherlock's neck before pulling back a little, "What?" he asked in a rush of air.

Sherlock grinned as he scrambled back from John to sit on his knees. He squeezed a generous amount of lube into his palm. He capped the bottle again and tossed it in the general direction of their table. John glared. Sherlock smirked and leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to the doctor's lips. Sherlock began to rub the lube over his palms then lowered his hands to John's throbbing member. He coated John's cock generously and paid extra attention to the sensitive head. Once Sherlock was satisfied with his lube job he crawls back up John's body. Sherlock lifts himself over John's member and guides the tip of John's cock against his tight hole.

"I will not be blamed should anything go wrong with the terrors," Sherlock finally answered as he sat himself on John's cock.

John gasped and arched his neck as he felt himself enter the tight hot hole of Sherlock. He squeezed his eyes and mouth shut sure to quiet his screams of ecstasy for the sake of the children. Sherlock smirked and pulled himself up John's length and slams back down. He lets out a moan before falling forward. His long arms wind around John's torso and he hugs the doctor close to him as he begins to rock his hips.

"Sh-Sh…Sherlock," John sputters as his hands come to grip the detective's hips to help control the hard rhythm Sherlock seems intent to set. Slowly one of John's hands slides from Sherlock's hips to grip the detective's length. Sherlock let out a moan and buried his head between John's shoulder and neck. He began to nibble and lick the skin there.

"I am…n-not responsible," Sherlock groaned and slammed his hips down on John.

John groaned and lifted his hips in response and pressed his thumb against the center of Sherlock's head and swirled. Sherlock whimpered and his hips bucked, this action caused John's cock to scrape Sherlock's prostate and the detective had to bite down on John's neck to keep from crying out too loud. John grinned and tightened his fingers around Sherlock's cock and ran his fingers just under the hood of Sherlock's engorged head. He then trailed his index finger down the vein on the underside of the shaft and kept going to Sherlock's sac. John loved to play with Sherlock, it was about the only way the doctor could get an ounce of control over the highly intelligent detective.

"You ah….are e-ent….entirely responsible," John answered with a thrust of his hips into Sherlock. Sherlock growled in response and rolled his hips. John gasped and Sherlock quickly placed his lips over John's so that he could taste him. John arched his back violently from the bed, he could feel the familiar tightening of his stomach as he began to thrust harder into Sherlock.

Sherlock grinned at John's admission and slammed his hips down to meet John's as they rose. Time for talking had ceased. Sherlock groaned and his entire body shuddered as it too came close to his release. John's hand continued to move over his hard cock. The doctor could feel how close Sherlock was to orgasm and traced his thumb nail very gently along the underside of the detective's cock and swirled it around the sensitive head catching the precum dripping there. John smirked when he felt Sherlock bite his neck to keep a loud moan hidden. John tilted his neck away to open it up more to Sherlock's searching mouth and tongue. John had to bite his own lip as a spasm moved through his abdomen and through his cock buried inside of Sherlock. He grunted and his free hand bit into Sherlock's hip and he slammed the detectives arse down onto him and John surged up to meet him.

Sherlock moaned deep in his chest and lifted his head to rest his lips over John's to swallow his moans and gasps as the doctor began to come. John's eyes squeezed shut and his hips arched violently into Sherlock as he lost himself completely in a haze of sex. Sherlock, in response, pressed his lips hard to John's and swiveled his tongue around the doctor's as his own hips began to move of their own accord. It was only moments after John began to come that he felt himself emptying onto John's chest. Sherlock moaned into John's mouth and explored the inside of John's mouth and savored the tastes there before collapsing, still connected, onto the doctor.

Sherlock glared at the DI. Lestrade was currently ranting and raving but none of his words penetrated Sherlock's ears. Sherlock was also vaguely aware of Annabelle and James somewhere behind the police tape with a gaping Sally Donovan. Sherlock smirked before focusing on Lestrade.

"You have gone sodding mad Sherlock," Lestrade huffed with a glare.

Sherlock shrugged boredly and snapped the rubber gloves over his fingers, "And you still have no brain, now show me the bodies," he demanded and flashed the DI a quick smile, one Lestrade had come to call the; I'm-a-smartass-and-you're-the-butt-of-all-my-jokes smile.

Lestrade sighed and nodded as he motioned Sherlock to follow him into the house. It was a moderately sized house located a few miles outside of the city. It had been vacant for years…economy and all that, and had served as a perfect dumping grounds and party spot. Sherlock sniffed as a faint smell of alcohol and recreational drugs wafted into his nostrils. He knew Lestrade couldn't pick up the smell and it was irrelevant so he didn't bring it up. Sherlock followed Lestrade to the second floor where three bodies lay. They were all face down and all female. They barely wore any clothes and were arranged in a triangle. Sherlock raised a brow; interesting. Even more interesting was the note written in blood on the floor inside of the bodies.

'Our brothers and sisters have gone mad!'

Sherlock raised a brow. His mind cranked trying to decipher what the message meant. He turned to Lestrade, "See if any of the women had brothers or sisters and then check their medical records," he told the detective inspector who quickly jotted a note.

Sherlock crouched down and looked over each woman. They were all wearing low cut dresses with high hem lines. Clearly they showed their assets. Sherlock then noted the slight traces of blood pooled under each woman. He turned one and saw that her entire front was brutally slashed. He furrowed his brows; Lestrade made a noise behind him and looked at the wall. Sherlock sighed and placed the body back as it had been. He rocked back to rest on his heels and glanced back at Lestrade, "Serial killer. Looks like he's targeting call girls, modern day Jack the Ripper…boring," Sherlock stated and swiftly moved to his feet and removed his gloves.

"Modern day Jack the Ripper…original," Lestrade sighed as his forensic team moved in.

Sherlock glared at Anderson as he passed, "Try not to get too excited Anderson…we don't need your DNA contaminating the scene…then again…" Sherlock trailed as his gaze slid to Sally who scowled.

"I-"

"Anderson," Lestrade warned before the two got into a regular pissing match.

Sherlock smirked and threw his gloves into a trash bin and pulled out his phone as he started to walk away, "He may have adopted the persona of Jack the Ripper but this man is upper class. Each of these women were high end call girls. They don't come cheap and you have to pay up front."

Anderson snorted, "So is that how Sherlock gets his kicks then?"

Sherlock snapped his head up, "At least I get my 'kicks' Anderson, lord knows sergeant Donovan must be getting boring by now," he shot back as he scrolled through a few different links on his phone looking through different call girl sites. Sherlock was just scrolling through a few links when he heard the most distinguishable sound coming up the stairs.

"Anna we were supposed to stay in the car," James scolded as he tromped up the stairs.

"Well I'm bored," Anna shot back.

Everyone in the room seemed to have frozen for a few seconds. Sherlock paled even more as the twins stepped into the room. Sally and Anderson seemed to react the quickest and moved to stand in front of the bodies. Lestrade was the third and moved forward.

"Anna, James, you two were told explicitly to stay in the car," Lestrade frowned and started to usher the children out of the room.

Anna's eyes went huge when she saw the feet of one of the women, "Ohhhhh, is that a dead body?" she asked excitedly and tried to duck Lestrade's arms.

Sherlock shook his head and scowled. He pocketed his phone and grabbed Anna as she tried to run past. Lestrade held James who looked petrified, "You two are insufferable," Sherlock huffed and strode towards the door while Anna wiggled against his hip trying to get free.

"But I wanna see," she pouted and kicked her feet.

Sally smirked, "Corrupting the future Sherlock?" she sneered and Anderson chuckled.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and didn't turn around, "Oh please Sally, it's not like your offspring or God forbid Anderson's need walk the earth," he stated and set Anna on her feet next to Lestrade who had dropped James.

"I'm sorry Uncle Lock..s-she made me," the boy stammered and looked about ready to cry.

Sherlock looked down at Anna who was still staring towards the bodies, he sighed and grabbed her arm and held his hand down to James, "No matter we're all in trouble anyways," Sherlock mumbled and tugged the children back downstairs. John would not be happy about this, but for the moment Sherlock couldn't seem to care, it was his fault anyways.

Anna looked up at Sherlock, she seemed impervious to what she had just seen, "Uncle Lock, what's it mean…that saying written on the floor?" she asked him.

Sherlock stopped walking and looked down at her, "H-how did you see that?" he asked her, she hadn't possibly gotten close enough to see it; hade she?

Anna grinned, "Before Sally and Anderson moved I saw it…they didn't move quickly enough, did you see it too James?" she asked as she bounced around them.

James frowned and turned even more ashen, "Shut up Anna," he snapped.

"You two weren't supposed to see anything…John is going to kill me," he muttered and shot his glare at Anna.

Anna grinned, "But it was boring Uncle Lock, I didn't want to sit in the police car," she retorted.

"You won't be coming back or to another crime scene again so count your blessings," he sighed and moved to the curb as they reached the main street.

"Good, I don't ever want to," James said and seemed to sigh with relief.

"Awwwww," Anna groaned and crossed her arms and hunched her shoulders; "we never get to have fun."

Sherlock smirked as he hailed a cab, "Precisely," he said and opened the door for the twins to get in.

Anna glared and stuck her tongue out at him as she climbed in and James followed after. Sherlock sucked in a deep breath before climbing in himself. This was terrible. There was a serial killer targeting call girls, possibly the most exciting case since the bombings with Moriarty months ago, and Sherlock was stuck with two of the biggest mind blocks known to man. Already he felt a headache beginning to throb just behind his eyes, he would have to have a talk with John when he got home from the surgery, there was absolutely no way Sherlock could solve this and figure out the message if he had the twins surrounding him at every turn.

A/N: So here we see the beginnings of a rather interesting case. I think I may have had a stroke of brilliance. Also, see if any of you guys can figure out the meaning of the message, I'll give you a hint, it deal with the title of a novel which is also a movie, though the book is so much more graphic! We'll see how our detective does with this case and see if he figures out the messages that accompany the bodies. Anywhose, let me know what you all thought, also I thought you all deserved a bit of a lemon Also, this was supposed to get posted on Monday but had a few things pop up . stupid life hehe, anyways, since it didn't get up Monday, I shall be sure to have two additional chapters up by Sunday! Please review and let me know what you all think! Thanks for reading! Again no beta or Brit pick so I apologize for any mistakes in the story.