Shorter chapter than usual but surprisingly hard to write. I had to improvise here and I could have made it better, but it's going well for the time being.

Warnings: Contains slash.

Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to the BBC. I only own this plot.

John knew what he had to do. While his hand was in his pocket, he pushed the first number on the keypad; speed-dial for Sherlock. Of course, it was all done in a sneaky manner. Now he would have to wait, and hope this would be a success or it could all end in tears.

"Jim. It's been a while." John couldn't bring himself to look at those cold dark eyes for more than a few seconds. Moriarty just snickered and took a step forward.

"Save the small talk, John. We need to get down to business." Stopping just before John, Moriarty who was the exact same height leered forward. "I want you to be a good dog and so my bidding. It's my job to get rid of strays." John could feel his heart-rate increase with every word that escaped the consulting criminal's lips.

"If you got rid of me," John wet his lips nervously. He was taking a big risk here, "It will break Sherlock's heart. I thought you wanted to keep Sherlock all to yourself?"

"Well, that was the plan yes. What is your point, Johnny boy? You're only wasting time."

Good, John thought. "My point is that even if you do succeed, Sherlock would be too upset or perhaps too angry to do your will. Therefore, your plan will just fail. Am I right?" Glancing briefly behind the Irishman, John could hear the screeching of tyres. His phone buzzed at that time. Sherlock was trying to re-connect with him.

"You really think I'm thick don't you?" Moriarty smirked again and licked his lips. "I always have a plan, Johnny boy. Now be a good pet and get in the car." John gulped, thinking he should have brought his gun. It was too late now – all John could do to keep himself alive was to go along with the criminal. Either that or risk death. No way was he going to let Moriarty have this round.

"Fine... I'll do what you want." John swallowed. Sirens could be heard in the distance and John knew not to react. But Moriarty wasn't deaf, and he certainly wasn't stupid. Taking John's arm, he roughly dragged the doctor forward to his car and pushed him in. John landed with a harsh thump onto the floor of the car. The sirens got louder and Moriarty was cursing himself silently.

"Stay." He warned John, glaring at him. John stayed completely silent.

"Where is he? What have you done with him?" Sherlock's voice thundered from across the road and John sat up when Moriarty's back was turned. Mycroft could be heard telling his brother to stay calm.

"We've you got you surrounded, Jim. Give it up!" Lestrade roared, both he and his team stepping out of their cars with guns raised. They all knew of the shit Moriarty could stir. John caught Sherlock's eyes and the detective shook his head.

"I see you've come to collect your dear pet, Sherlock. He's been very obedient; I can see why you fell in love with him." Moriarty's grin was like a shark. "Then again, this is the second time he's been so eager to risk his life for yours."

"I'm the one you want. Just take me and let John go." Sherlock sounded distressed and couldn't meet John's eyes. Or at least, judging by the very brief glance he shot his lover was pretending to. John knew that glance all too well – Sherlock had a plan.

"Offering your own self to me freely? This all seems too good to be true. Then again," Moriarty walked forward until he was in the middle of Sherlock, Lestrade's team, and John in the car, "I can't waste a good offer now can I?"

Sherlock feigned fright, widening his silver eyes and gulping loud. "Just do it. I know John will find me anyway. Now hurry up before I change my mind." Just as Moriarty went to take another step forward, John knew he had to do it.

"No!" He jumped out of the car and latched onto Moriarty to pin him down. "You bastard!" If John had a gun he would shoot him right there and then. Sherlock ran forward and tore John away from the psycho. He dragged him towards Mycroft's own sleek black car until he was against the door.

"John," he whispered, "Trust me." John felt his knees turn to jelly and the very leg that was the victim of a psychosomatic limp just a few months ago started to act up again. He could only nod.

"Now!" Sherlock looked at Lestrade and gestured with his hands to Moriarty. Lestrade's team immediately started to shoot at Moriarty. The only place the criminal got hit was barely even a hit. It grazed past his thigh and once he was distracted by the pain, Lestrade handcuffed him. But even through his pain, Moriarty still managed to send a smirk towards the couple.

"Don't think you've won just yet, Sherlock Holmes. I'm only getting started." He winked at the detective and sneered at John. "Take me away boys!" As the psycho was led into one of the police cars, Sherlock turned to John. By now he was supporting himself on the car door. Mycroft had given them some space, walking instead to Lestrade for a private conversation.

"You knew I was here?" John asked, receiving a hug from Sherlock. He had forgotten about ringing him.

"You called me and I immediately called Mycroft. Of course, he was already halfway there so I got Lestrade to collect me and bring me to you."

"I'm sorry for putting us in danger." John leaned into the hug and was helped into Mycroft's car by Sherlock.

"You didn't put anyone in danger, John. And look he got arrested."

"Didn't you hear him? Sherlock he got away once he'll do it again!" John was getting frantic now and it took Sherlock having to sit in beside him and hold him to calm the man down.

"Stop it! We're safe. You're safe. Let's go home, alright?" Sherlock's hand carded through John's short cropped hair and he gave his lover a kiss. "He can't possibly do anything now. He's playing games with us. Fear, John, is our biggest enemy."

John relaxed and it took all his might not to take Sherlock for himself right here in the back of Mycroft's car. "I just hope you're right. If anything did happen to you, I'd never forgive myself."

"Lestrade is locking him up for tonight. He will be questioned first thing in the morning." The elder Holmes brother looked between them. "Remember that I am going to do everything I can to keep the two of you safe."

"Thank you, Mycroft." Both John and Mycroft raised an eyebrow at this. Sherlock's tone of voice was so genuine and the detective even offered his older brother a warm smile.

The cab may have been bringing them back to their safe-haven, but John somehow knew the war was not over yet; it was only beginning.

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Please keep reading guys. The troubles are not over yet, my friends. Next chapter will be longer and maybe smuttier. I think we need a slight break from the heavy drama.