Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own

Author's Note: *sigh* I can't sleep, so I figured I would post this. Lucky you. =D

It was only half an hour after Sherlock left that John had a vision. He was sitting in his chair, waiting for Sherlock to return or call or text while watching his site.

He was debating whether or not to call Mycroft, when his head suddenly hurt and he found himself standing in an alleyway. If felt so real, he could feel the cold of the night, hear the traffic on the street and see…

See Sherlock and Moriarty facing another before him, clearly arguing. Moriarty smiled.

'You know Sherlock, you should have listened to your little pet. He wasn't lying.' And, with a nod from Moriarty, the sniper on the roof behind him shot Sherlock.

'John! John!'

John snapped out of… whatever thing he had been in to see Lestrade's concerned face in front of him.

'John, are you alright?'

'Me? I'm fine. Did you need something, Inspector?'

'I need to speak to Sherlock. I was wondering if you knew where he was.'

John blinked, processing the request. Then, he stood up, dodged around Lestrade and went for his coat.

'So you know where he is?'

'No, but I know where he's going to be.'

And with that John left, leaving a bemused Lestrade behind him.

Sherlock was angry. And betrayed which was making him angrier, because he shouldn't have let John get that close. No one got that close and it suited him, as he never got hurt.

He was so distracted by his thoughts and feelings, that Sherlock almost missed the man standing by the alleyway.

Almost being the key word.

As Moriarty smiled and waved, then walked down the alleyway Sherlock found himself following. He ignored the voice in his head, which sounded a lot like John, screaming that this was a trap.

After all, I survived the last trap, he thought. Again he ignored the voice which corrected the 'I' with a 'we' as without John, he would not have survived.

'This is a surprise.' Jim commented once he had stopped and turned to face Sherlock.

'What is?'

'You don't have your pet. I would have thought that he would have stayed close to your heels once I showed up. After what happened last time we met.'

'You would know.'

Jim raised his eyebrows. 'I would?' he said with a smile.

'He's in your employ, he admitted as much.'

'He did, did he? He said he was working for me?'

Sherlock was confused. 'No, he told me I was wrong, but I'm never wrong.'

And Jim smile grew. 'Oh this is brilliant. I was looking forward to a proper chat, but this is so much better. You've lost your heart.'

'I don't have one.' Sherlock snapped.

'Not according to John.'

'He's wrong.'

Jim's smile was beyond huge now. 'You know Sherlock, you should have listened to your little pet. He wasn't lying.'

Then a gunshot rung out though the night.