Hello friends, I'm updating a day early because I won't be updating for at least a week and a half. I'm currently away with my buddies and won't be able to update, sorry -m-

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It was dark and loud in the nightclub; Sherlock couldn't focus as well as usual due to the extremely vulgar pulsating music. It reeked of sweat and alcohol, most disturbingly nearly everybody there was beyond intoxicated, even the staff – would be an excellent place to drag an innocent man off.

Three undercover policemen were sitting near the back of the club, watching Sherlock closely in case anything was to go wrong. Sherlock didn't doubt that anything would go wrong – it most likely could, this woman was smart and very aware; that was the fun in all this.

Sherlock scanned the crowd, not knowing what to expect, this Jessica could be any one of these figures manoeuvring around in the darkness. Sherlock remembered that he must maintain eye contact with her, if his and John's theory is correct, his eyes may lead him to be the next victim. Apart from the uncomfortable background, Sherlock was enjoying this. It was exciting, being right in the hands of danger - how enduring.

His thoughts about the case became distant and his mind poured out thoughts about John. He had come to accept that John was his friend; he wouldn't hurt Sherlock – not in any way unless it was necessary – and John was not a type of man who would lie for his own pleasure.

John was fantastic, extraordinary; so, so different from everybody else. Sherlock had his own list of idiots – which was most like everybody he had met – apart from four people. Those four people were on the 'not idiots' list. John was first on that list, then Mrs. Hudson, Molly and then Lestrade. He admired every single one of those people, but with John, it was an entirely different admiration.

John had become a magnificent part of his life so fast that Sherlock knew he was ordinary; he was special to Sherlock. It dreaded him to think he had probably lost John from his reaction earlier.

"Is this seat taken?" A light voice spoke from beside him. Sherlock turned to see a woman, wide friendly smile stretched across her face. Sherlock smiled casually back,

"No, no. Sit down, I insist." He turned round to fully face her. She smiled and thanked him, sitting down with a relieved sigh.

Now, he wasn't very shy on the subject of flirtation but Sherlock wasn't very afraid to say he didn't know the area widely to understand the various levels and tricks. But that didn't exactly matter with this woman – if it was who he thought – she wasn't interested in flirting that much was obvious.

Dark brown hair, – dyed, two weeks ago – dull green eyes - natural, no contacts – and purple, low cut, above the knee dress – cleavage/shortness, matter of trying to impress men, purple – colour of royalty/mystery – very suited. There were no stains or hairs on her dress which made it difficult to determine her lifestyle of sorts, however he noticed the dress had various creases down below her back indicating she had been sitting down for quite some time.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Sherlock asked, turning on his charm. He wasn't very big-headed, but he would admit that he knew what he was doing when it came to being a gentlemen. He used it on Molly all the time.

"That would be lovely, thank you." The woman smiled again. Sherlock could feel her staring at him as he ordered her a white wine and himself a 7&7. He wasn't the type to enjoy alcohol, but it was all part of the act.

When the drinks arrived, Sherlock sipped his and tried not to look too disgusted at the flavour – this bartender really doesn't know how to make a good drink – Sherlock thought. The woman drank half of her white wine in one go and laughed when she put the glass down.

"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself." Sherlock charmed, holding his hand out, "Adam."

The woman shook his hand and smiled, "Danielle."

Sherlock's brain clicked, got you.

"Let's move down the bar, I'll lose my voice if I have to keep shouting." She picked up her bag when Sherlock nodded and they moved nearer the back door, far from the speakers where it was a lot quieter. Sherlock saw the policemen move too so he was still in view of them.

"I've never seen you around here." Danielle said before sipping her wine, staring at Sherlock.

Her stare was unnerving to say in the least and Sherlock couldn't understand why. She had a natural appearance about her but her eyes, they held something deadly.

"Yeah, I'm not from around here." Sherlock maintained eye contact and gave a friendly smile. Danielle smiled shyly and sipped her wine again, looking down at the table.

"You're very handsome." She said, "I wouldn't think you'd have any interest in me."

Sherlock frowned, "what are you talking about, you're beautiful."

Danielle looked up from the table and grinned, "Really?"

Sherlock hated to repeat himself, especially when he was putting on an act. He couldn't deny that she was attractive, not so much as beautiful – John was beautiful, especially in the morning with his messy hair and tired grin.

"Of course." He replied taking a swig of his drink – I shouldn't get too intoxicated, I need to be alert.

"Wow, you're a keeper." Danielle bit her lip excitedly, "do you want to...you know, get away from here?"

Perfect. Sherlock scanned the room quickly, as if deciding the answer when really he was looking for those policemen. He felt a cold chill when he couldn't see them anymore – they had disappeared from where they were before. He couldn't continue looking for too long or 'Danielle' might get suspicious, so instead he turned to her with a playful grin, "Definitely."

Danielle took his hand and led him to the backdoor where he knew the other officers were waiting not too far from the alley that they were headed to. As soon as they were in the alley, Danielle shoved him against the wall and fiercely kissed him, gripping his shirt collar tightly. Sherlock was taken by surprise and didn't return the kiss in time, this made Danielle pull away and frown.

"What's wrong?"

Suddenly six officers blocked the end of the alley and Lestrade darted forward with Sally behind him, who soon came forward and pulled Danielle's hands behind her back, slapping on a pair of handcuffs.

Lestrade held up his police badge and spoke, "Jessica Barlott, I am arresting you on suspicion of murder, you do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned-"

"What the hell is going on?" Danielle yelled with tears in her eyes.

"-something you later rely on in court, anything you do say may be given in evidence." He finished, nodding at Sally to take her to the police car.

"You set me up!" Danielle cried to Sherlock, "Adam? I thought you liked me!"

Sherlock just stared at her with an expressionless face, why should he display any sort of emotion to such a woman? He solved the case, he caught the killer - his work was done.

Danielle – Jessica – continued to sob loudly as she was pulled over to the police car. John made his way through the sea of officers and found Sherlock. His heart skipped when he saw John approaching, he swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

"You do not know how relieved I am that you're not hurt, you could have-" John was cut off as Sherlock dragged him forward and kissed him passionately on the lips.

When he pulled away, John almost fell back before Sherlock caught him by his shoulders. John looked stunned, to say in the least. "You...You, ah...Ok." John stammered, blinking a few times.

Sherlock felt warmth spread through him, something he had never felt before. A weight lifted off his shoulders and he could breathe again, he felt at ease – John was here, with him and that's all he needed.

"That was the reason, John." Sherlock admitted looking straight into John's gorgeously dark eyes, "you...you make me feel different, you make everything become real. When you're with me, I don't feel so lost, I can control my mind. You're brilliant to me, John."

John seemed to take a moment to digest this and Sherlock understood exactly how difficult that can be. He thought deeply for a moment, what if I've said too much? What if that's too much for John and he walks away? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Wow, Sherlock, I-" John ran a hand through his hair and looked away. Sherlock felt his heart drop, but John looked back at him and smiled warmly, "I don't know what to say, apart from come here you idiot."

John pulled Sherlock into an embrace and chuckled when Sherlock made an 'ooft' sound at the sudden contact.