Enjoyable

We went into the tiny coffee shop and found a table by the wall, he sat so he was nearer the exit and i took my place opposite him. A jolly waiter bobbed over to us with our coffee orders, we thanked him politely. Moriarty leaned forward on the table, his expression unreadable. i took a small sip of my coffee and leaned forward a little too, at a distance that was both safe and comfortable. "Stayin' Alive" by the BeeGee's began to play and Moriarty sighed, retrieving his phone and pulling it out lazily. He rolled his eyes at the phone before answering.

"Yes of course it is, what do you want? ... No, no, you do the job I told you to do. I don't care if it's being investigated. You find him and then you contact me, because if you don't I will.. Yes, yes exactly. Now, get to it." He ended the call, thrusting it back into his pocket.

"Spot of bother?" I asked, sipping at my coffee again.

He chuckled a littled, not touching his.

"More of a speck. But he'll do it, he's ordinary.. I can't leave a bitter ex-soldier running around causing a mess attacking and threatening you, that used to be my job." He smiled broadly.

His sadistic nature made me feel a little uneasy but I pushed it away. "You're going after the man who attacked me?"

"And threatened you, as well as killing someone. I have people everywhere John and Daddy's had enough nowww...I heard the conversation he had with you at Betty's, I had my people bug the place after a tip off." He said it as though it were as normal as getting someone to buy some milk. (Which was abnormal at 221B, Sherlock was so bloody lazy)

"I can't even remember talking to anyone.. but wait, you're a consulting criminal so why would thi-"

"Let's just say... jealousy, John. If anyone is to hurt anyone in my little world, it is under my command, not some angsty soldier boy. Plus, i'm disappointed that Sherlock still treats you as a pet. You're wasted on him.."

I could feel myself getting riled up. I am not Sherlock's pet. I also felt sorry for anyone near Sherlock at the moment, hearing this wouldn't do well for the broody detective.

"But, i'll stop all of this darling don't worry your pretty, little head." His phone made another tone and he pulled it out, scanning the screen quickly.

"Well today has been very... enjoyable. I've got you a little present, as I know you love to wear them. Now goodbye, Doctor Watson." He said my name teasingly, biting his lower lip as he stood up. He pulled me roughly towards him again so he could whisper in my ear.

"I'll be in touch and we'll do something even more.. enjoyable." He spoke every word precisely, so that his warmth spread through my body, making my eyes go wide and gulp. He winked and left the coffee shop, with only one bag. Sat opposite me was the other bag. I raised my hand slowly to reach over the small table and retrieve it but a hand darted there first and grabbed it. I immediately went to argue and apprehend the "thief" but all I could see when I looked upwards was Mycroft holding the bag above me, looking at it curiously and skeptically before turning his gaze to me. Sherlock and Lestrade were stood a little behind him, Mycroft sat where Moriarty had done and Lestrade perched next to him. Sherlock, who had a glum look on his face seemed to reluctantly take a seat next to me. Lestrade pouted a little, gazing at Mycroft curiously... almost lovingly. They began to tell me of their own activities and actions while I was with the mysterious Moriarty and eventually it got to the point where we spoke about the dialogue exchange. Great.

"He didn't really say much." I stated a little innocently, trying to push aside to the knowledge that they would have heard absolutely everything that was said. None of it was of great use, but it certainly was bloody embarassing. (Especially as I had responded.)

Mycroft raised his eyebrow, looking slightly condescending. "Well, we know what our greatest weapon against him is, that's for certain." He then smiled powerfully, chuckling to himself again. Lestrade mirrored him, his own tanned face contorting into a chuckle. Sherlock still looked glum.

"Odd situations we keep finding you in, eh John?" Lestrade jibed.

I could feel myself going a little red. Nodding awkwardly as the two men opposite giggled to themselves like school-children.

"You want thrill and lust, John." Lestrade quoted, giggling to himself. Mycroft smirking.

"Oh do cheer up, brother." he looked impatient, catching Sherlock's cold glare. He then put on a sarcastic smile. "Our dear John appears to have all the protection in the world and though I do not trust Moriarty by any stretch, the more people on John's side the better."

He seemed to be telling him, rather than reassuring him. Sherlock gave in, sighing and nodding at his brother. Under the table I could feel a hand taking mine. I looked down briefly to see Sherlock's long fingers entangling with mine. It sent sparks of warmth thr ugh my body.

"So, what do we do now?"

"We continue to try understand Moriarty, we find out exactly what's going on with your attackers and their intentions and we solve the case." Mycroft said, matter-of-factly.

"The only person who'll get close enough to understanding Moriarty is John." Lestrade winked at me. Git.

I finally swallowed my pride and asked the question that was on my mind. "How much of what was said.. did you actually hear?"

"Well, I swore I heard him say something about being kinky.. but these two didn't hear it. And something about eating you up?" Lestrade first furrowed his brow in thought and then his face changed again into the familiar cheeky grin.

I could feel my ears going red as well as my face, causing them to laugh again. Even Sherlock chuckled a little. His hand squeezing mine a little too tightly.

"Yeah.. he um.. he did mention being kinky." I laughed along to shake of the embarassment.

"I knew it!"

I laughed at the happiness on the Chief Inspector's face. He was a teenage boy at heart.

"Anyway, we all best be off. I'll give you two a lift back to Baker Street. Mycroft?" Lestrade's eyes seemed to shimmer upon addressing Mycroft.

He cocked an eyebrow, smiling slightly at him. I'd say almost flirty but it's Mycroft..

Soon enough we were back at Baker Street and I was about to hear why Sherlock didn't find this day quite so enjoyable.