Unlikely Allies

The taxi driver pulled up to my apartment, and let us out. It started to rain, so Jim held his coat over me, and we jogged to the front door. I was about to hit the buzzer when I saw that the door was slightly ajar. I pushed it all the way open, and headed upstairs with Jim. I knocked on their door, and took a deep breath. I was preparing myself for the yelling. The door flew open and John was standing in front of us.

"Where the hell have you been?!" He yelled. "I have called every police station, and I looked everywhere for you." He paused and looked behind me. "And what the fuck are you doing with Jim Moriaty?"

"John! Please calm down! He was helping me. I could've gotten killed if he wasn't with me." I said, taking a step back into Jim.

"John. You haven't changed a bit. Still worried about every little thing. But let me assure you, I was watching her very closely. I saw a man with a black coat following us the whole time we were together, and I figured I should take her back safely. I'm not here to cause trouble this time. I want to help."

John gave Jim a dirty look, and tugged me inside the apartment.

"What do you mean you want to help? For all I know, you could be the one who wants to kill her."

"Kill her?" He laughed. "John, please. She is the last person I would ever want to kill. Now where is Sherlock? I would like to talk to him about all of this." Jim said as he stepped through the threshold.

"No, no. Stay where you are! Not a step closer."

"John, what is the problem? Jim saved my life! Let him in." I said, stepping in front of John.

"Emily, this is a dangerous man. Stay away from him."

"No. And if you won't let him in, then I'll leave again." I said, taking my stand.

"Now Emily, don't run off again." Sherlock said as he walked out of his room. "It's quite tiresome to try to run after a taxi in the middle of London. I don't want to go through that again. And John, let Jim in. He's right; if he really had an interest in killing Emily, he would have done it by now."

Jim smiled, and walked inside. He went up to Sherlock, and they stood toe to toe.

"So, my old friend. How are things?" Jim said with a grin.

"What do you want Jim?" Sherlock said sharply, watching Jim's every move. Jim stayed silent as Sherlock observed him. "You don't want to kill anyone for once… Which is quite surprising. Did you run out of ideas? Victims?"

"No, no. Of course not Sherlock. You know me. I simply wanted… a change."

Sherlock's eyes flicked from Jim to me, and a shadow came down on his face.

"Get out." Sherlock said as he spun towards the door.

Jim let out a laugh and a smile spread across his face. "There you go Sherlock! You've always been a bit slow with this."

"I said, get out."

"What does it matter to you? You obviously don't care… or do you?" Jim said, as he came next to me. He trailed his finger down my face, and gently dipped my head back.

"Let her go, Jim." John said, taking a step towards me. Jim pushed him off, and leaned into me. His arms wrapped around my waist.

"Don't you dare." Sherlock said from behind him. But Jim proceeded, and brought his lips to mine. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. When Jim finally pulled away, Sherlock made a fist, and punched Jim square in his jaw. He went down to the floor.

"Sherlock! Why would you do that?" I screamed. I ran to Jim, and thought he was crying, but he was actually chuckling.

"I knew it." Jim said as he stood up. He was massaging his jaw as he talked.

"Shut up and leave."

"Don't be so harsh. We can share! All three of us!" Jim said, shooting a look at John. "Look, I only want to help. I saw that man in the coat, and I didn't get a good feeling. I can spot a serial killer." Jim turned to me, and took my hand. "So, my dear Emily, I offer you my protection, and aid, in keeping you safe. If you ever need anything, just ring." He passed me his card, and walked out of the apartment.