Hello! I might keep the one week gap before updating from now on because of school...bugger.

Chapter 7

Lestrade stared at the toothbrush as if its very being was the reason for their current punishment, "He wants us to clean the bathroom with this?" he asked, turning around to face the others. Sherlock was leaning against the wall, smirking and watching the DI with amusement.

"What are you so happy for?" Sally snapped at Sherlock, taking in his expression as she, too, picked up a toothbrush. Sherlock sighed and stood properly,

"You're going to take this lying down?" he asked,

'Would you prefer we take it standing up?" Lestrade winced as he lowered himself to the floor. It was immaculately clean, but he knew that the drill sergeant would somehow manage to find something wrong with it if they didn't do what he asked. With a sigh Sally joined him too, shooting a murderous glance at Sherlock,

'Get down here," she ordered and Sherlock grinned,

"I'll have you know I'm not really into that sort of thing…and anyway, I've got John," Sherlock replied and Lestrade feigned puking,

'Oh how mature," Sally muttered as Sherlock grinned again. He had discovered innuendo only recently and he loved it.

"We can do something about our current situation, you know," Sherlock said trying to keep the obvious disdain out of his voice,

'Oh yeah?" Lestrade grunted, 'what?" The DI looked up at Sherlock who stood straight and walked towards him, pulling both the DI and the sergeant up off the floor, "You'll need your legs for this," Sherlock said, a smirk slowly spreading across his face.

Up on the bridge, Scout, sprawled across his chair spun to look at John, still grinning, as he entered the command centre,

"Why are you so happy?" Scout asked and John's grin grew wider,

'I don't quite know," the doctor answered, which was a half truth,

'What does Holmes have planned?" for a second John stared at Scout before he realized that 'Holmes' was Sherlock. He frowned slightly. Use of surnames was going to take some getting used to, I don't know," John said, the slight frown disappearing as he took up his position next to Scout. The Sergeant swivelled so that he was looked out across the water and looked at John out of the corner of his eye, observing how relaxed John was, spread out across the seat, his eyes glinting as the light reflected off the controls in front of him. Feeling a gaze on him, John turned to face the young man and Scout felt his cheeks colour slightly, caught out staring,

"What?" John asked, good-humouredly

'Nothing…" Scout faded off, staring at the water. John was about to drop his gaze when the young man met his eyes again, "How did you know you were in love with Sherlock?" Scout asked, the words tumbling out in a rush, and his cheeks flaming even redder than they had originally been. John raised his eyebrows infinitesimally.

"How did I know?" John asked, looking at the sergeant,

"Yeah…how did you…tell him?" Scout finished, hesitantly, getting slightly more comfortable because John made no move to leave or hit him.

"I didn't," John said, realising for the first time that it was true. He never told Sherlock he felt anything for him before their relationship started. Afterwards it was all he could do to not repeat it every single time he saw Sherlock…but never before their relationship did he ever say anything to Sherlock,

'You didn't?" Scout looked at the doctor and John shrugged,

"No, I didn't," John smiled, "With Sherlock…it's like you're-" but he didn't get to finish. Out of the corner of his eyes he caught something on the horizon and so did the radar, which, despite being there only because it was on the boat rather than actually being needed for this mission, was turned on just in case. Scout turned to look at the radar and the incredibly fast moving craft that was coming towards them,

'Holy shit," He muttered, grabbing the radio,

'Unidentified vessel on my starboard side, this is a Royal Naval vessel, slow down and change your course," He said, as the shape grew larger in the distance. John could feel the adrenaline starting to pump through his body,

"It's not turning," John whispered, not meaning for everything to come out so quiet, but not able to help it either. Scout repeated his earlier order, speaking a little more clearly, but it didn't work. The boat, bloody hell, that's huge, John thought, noticing that it would probably tower over their craft, was still coming towards them, the wind behind it, pushing it to its limits.

"Major," the sergeant looked at John who managed a small grin,

"How good are you are driving a boat?" John asked and Scout's eyes widened,

"Not very," He replied, his voice about an octave higher than it usually was. John looked at him for a second and then glanced back up at the boat coming straight at them.

Coming to a quick decision, he jerked his thumb backwards and Scout took a step in his direction as John slid into the Pilot's seat. He looked down at the controls as the radar's beeping got louder and the yacht approached at a quicker pace, it's motor no doubt super powerful, and John was suer he could see missile launchers on the side of the pristine white vessel. He didn't want to think about what those could do to their little boat. Now, John thought, It can't be much harder than driving a car, right?

In the hold of their relatively small vessel, Lestrade and Sally were huddled around Sherlock, who was holding a green wire out from the panel in the wall,

"I have been studying this for a while and I have come to the conclusion cutting this will take us around in circles,"

"Won't that be a little dangerous?" Lestrade asked and Sherlock looked at him,

"Don't ask stupid questions," He said and Lestrade sighed, about to just give up and go back to scrubbing the floors when Sherlock actually answered his question, "It won't be dangerous," he said, staring at the panel, his brilliant mind analysing and categorising, slotting the wires together without needing to see the whole outlay of the boat.

'Sherlock," There was doubt in Sally's voice and the detective sighed,

"Do you really want to clean those floors?" he asked and Sally shook her head,

"Right then, hold on tight" Lestrade and Sally latched themselves to the nearest heavy object as, without further ado, Sherlock cut the wire and couldn't stop the grin from spreading. He couldn't wait to see Scout's face.

John was about to take the ship off autopilot when several lights lit up as suddenly they tilted to the right. Caught completely off guard, both soldiers, John falling from his chair and Scout loosing his balance, were thrown to the right as the boat took a vicious left turn. John smashed into the side and Scout fell straight on top of him. Groaning, the doctor got to his feet blinking, and shaking his now throbbing head

'What the hell did you do?" Scout yelled as the boat took another violent turn and the boat that had been heading straight for them appeared in their vision from the wide windscreen. It had changed its course with their turn and was still heading for them,

"Goddamn," John muttered, grabbing the control panel, and wincing at the iron grip Scout landed on his arm as the boat did a wild three sixty, 'It's following us." The doctor said, turning to look into slightly worried blue eyes,

"This was not part of the mission," Scout replied and John swallowed, as the boat straightened again. The radar was still beeping and it was getting louder as the unknown craft chased them.

Taking the risk that he would be thrown again, John launched himself forward and grabbed the steering wheel, flicking it off autopilot, and locking himself into the pilot's seat by securing the heavy-duty seat belt around him.

Immediately, the boat stopped its crazy progress in the waters, and John hit the pedals in front of him, turning the throttle up as far as it would go. The engine growled beneath them, and John spun the wheel, sending spray in every direction. The boat's propellers caught and it took off like a bat out of hell.

Below the decks, Lestrade and Sally were in peals of laughter, unable to believe that Sherlock just sabotaged their craft and Sherlock was basking in the glow of a bad deed accomplished. They were completely oblivious to the threat that was following them, and as John spun them around, they just thought the sudden speed and extra power was a reaction of their shenanigans. How wrong they were.

John gritted his teeth as the beeping on the radar grew louder and Scout cursed,

"Shall I go and tell them what's going on?" he asked, pointing below,

'No," John took a sharp left and the craft copied. He bit his lip as a thought occurred to him,

'Scout," He grunted as the wheel battled for dominance, the bow of the high-tech boat tearing the water up beneath them,

"Yeah, John?" the young man asked,

'Do you know the General Foley move?" John asked. The younger man's eyes widened in surprise as he nodded. Who didn't know the General Foley move?

'We're going to use it," John glanced at Scout when he didn't move at all, "What are you sitting there for?" he asked and felt his breath catch as the lights flashed in warning, a missile locked onto them. He jerked the wheel right, did a wide ninety degrees turn as he slowed the boat before gunning the engines, and having it actually grab the seat with one hand to keep from losing the wheel with his other, "Get the fireworks," He ordered and Scout hurried to do his bidding. John shook his head Just when things were going so well, He thought, fate throws something else our way. John chuckled to himself as the ocean spread out wide ahead of them, the sunlight glinting off the water, their boats shadow darkening the water and sending the schools of fish swimming for their life. At least they weren't going to run out of space to run away in.

I just got back from survival camp. There isn't a muscle in my body that doesn't ache. Forgive me any mistakes, the shortness and slight OOC-ness with Sherlock and his little team. :D

Do you like the way things are going? I'm not entirely sure about everything.

Now, to bed before I collapse on my chair and then the floor.

Aza

xoxo