Author's Note: hey little ones, i decided to come out and play again, to dance just for you, so here is just a taster, a warm up of what's coming, because, my little darlings,

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Sherlock had trouble reigning in his anger for a second. He wanted nothing more than to stride over to Moriarty and punch him for what he'd done to John. Instead, he merely nodded curtly at him. He'd been right, This was to do with Moriarty. John was furious with Moriarty but decided to follow Sherlock's lead, anger would probably just make it worse. Molly looked up at the name 'Sherly'. Despite finding herself drawn to Jim yet again, her stomach did an odd little flip when she saw the detective.

"Sherlock," she stammered. Jim grinned at the pair silently before leaning a little closer over molly to reach for a scalpel, then made a long cut down the dead man's chest and stomach. Sherlock strolled through the morgue, simply wandering aimlessly.

"Fancy seeing you here." He quirked an eyebrow.

"Which name are you going by now then?" Molly frowned and gnawed on her bottom lip. What did he mean which name? Jim smiled and looked back at Sherlock,

"Same as ever Sherly."

"Of course." Sherlock tilted his head to the side.

"What brings you here?" He knew the answer to that question, but he wasn't sure how much Molly knew.

"Oh, just visiting a few.." his eyes flicked to molly and he smiled at her, a special curl of the lips he practised just for her, or people like her anyway...

"friends. You?" Molly flushed bright pink at that, but she also felt a stab of guilt from her feelings over Sherlock.

"Following something I received today. It was a curious parcel... a book, in fact."

"huh, that sounds like something out of a detective story." Jim chuckled, making it obvious molly knew very little, obvious it should stay that way..

"Well, I am a detective, of a sort."

"yeah, I think you told me before..." Jim was concentrating more on guiding molly on how to remove the intestines of the corpse, leaning over he and holding her hands as he did so. Just thinking how easy she was to fool made him smile, how he had come back a few days ago, come straight to molly, making up some story of studying in a distant country. He grinned to himself as he remembered her lapping it up, taking his every word as a fact and accepting him completely, again.

"The only Consulting Detective, in fact." Molly flushed again, sure she was about to burst into flames. She glanced up at Sherlock; perhaps she couldmake him jealous? What if he already was jealous?

"oh, really? good for you..." Jim pretended he was preoccupied.

"Of course." And for you.

"I didn't know you were so... close with Molly."

"yeah, well, we used to go out..." he trailed off on purpose as if he was upset she left him. Molly turned away, blushing and stuttering.

"W-well-"

"I never thought you'd be the one to end it, Molly. Odd.." Sherlock commented. Jim rubbed her arm soothingly,

"It was my fault really, but that doesn't matter, anyway..." Jim gave Sherlock a wink over Molly's shoulder before acknowledging John,

"hey, I heard you walked under a bus or something right?" John didn't want to reply, but Sherlock seemed to want to keep up the pretence, so...

"yeah, a few days ago. better now, though." he said the last few words flatly, pointing out that he was fine already. Well, as close to fine as he could be, but that wasn't the point... "oh, well that's good." Jim moved round the table and leaned against the end, the dead man's feet to either side of him. he hummed the detective's tune under his breath. Sherlock unconsciously moved closer to John, their elbows brushing together. He didn't say anything; he simply watched Jim. Jim's smile widened as Sherlock moved, sensing some new chemistry between them. Molly glanced between the three of them anxiously, but mostly between Jim and Sherlock. Sherlock didn't care for that smile on Jim's face. His eyes narrowed. Molly noticed this and frowned. What was going on? John turned to her, guessing she was confused,

"Molly, would you possibly get Sherlock some tea, he was just saying how well you make it." John knew how transparent that was, but hopefully she would get the idea. John was a kind man. Molly sent him a nervous smile, an 'Of course', and made her escape. Sherlock nudged John with his elbow subconsciously.

"Tactical, John." John smiled sheepishly and took a closer look at the corpse. Sherlock turned his gaze on Jim.

"Why are you really here? To continue the game, I suppose?"

"No, in fact I have some disappointing news." Once again, Sherlock ghosted towards John, but this time it was on purpose. He stood behind John almost protectively.

"Oh?" Jim raised an eyebrow, then continued,

"I cannot, unfortunately, give you your surprise."

"My surprise?" Sherlock couldn't help himself; he wound his arm around John's waist. Jim's presence was worrying him, especially so soon after the last game. He had no doubt that Jim was reading into his actions this very moment and, to be honest, he didn't care. He wondered if John was reading into them, too. John barely noticed the detective's actions however, he was now at the point where he had to bit his lip to stop his emotions pouring out. Jim's eyebrow shot a little higher, but he just gave John a wink and carried on.

"yes, your surprise, but don't worry, you'll have it eventually, just not as soon as I had hoped, something came up..."

"Oh, that's not a problem." Was that a slight look of concentration Sherlock could see on John's face? Hm. Moriarty's eyes flicked to John,

"I have to go now Sherly, but I will see you soon, very soon." he promptly turned and left, going the same way as molly. Sherlock sighed.

"Thank goodness." Despite Jim leaving, he didn't let go of John, who sagged further on the stick.

"crisis averted?"