So...I was right to believe you'd like the last chapter :)
Thank you all, dear readers and reviewers!
Boobunny60 : Ah, Mycroft...always here when...not...needed :p Don't be mad, he is not that bad :)
Kakashijewel : okay...I think something is bothering you...to bad I can't get what :p
thisisforyou : Angelo is a minor character but I can't help liking him (maybe because of the candles and the winking :))
anksenamoon : At least you try and that's a good point, thank you very much! I'm trying to write the next chapter of Swimming in blood before starting another story in french. Mais pas d'inquiétude ça va venir :p
helenecolin : At least one person who's not angry about Mycroft! :)
Real or not : Thank you...I'm sure you will long for the 11th chapter :)
OryonUK : Yes, Sherlock seems to be really in love with John. And John, well, seems like he... appreciates... holding the, oh so sexy, detective in his arms (who wouldn't?). What will happened next? :)
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Here comes the 10th chapter with, Sherlock, John...and Mycroft...
10 – Welcome to the mansion
"Does it hurt?" Sherlock said cupping lightly John's face.
"I'm fine..." The doctor answered in a whisper.
"Mycroft, where are you driving us?" The detective said noticing the driver turned the wrong way.
"Penelope prepared your room, and the guest room."
"I'm not going to the mansion."
"Yes you are."
"Excuse me? What mansion?" The two Holmeses turned their head to watch John silently. "All right, excuse me to be here...It's just that I'm used to have a life, and lead it the way I want..."
"I'm taking you to the family mansion. It's a safe place. In spite of what Sherlock thinks, I don't want to keep you here, I just want you safe."
"Safe...with twenty five armed guards in the garden...You just have to like it." Sherlock said gloomily.
"It's only for a week or two." Mycroft said casually.
"A week or two?" John frowned.
"Don't worry, we packed some of your clothes, and things you need."
"You what?" The doctor opened his eyes wide.
"Told you..." Sherlock leaned closer to John and put his arm around his shoulders. The doctor made a face not because it hurt but because Sherlock's proximity, right here, in Mycroft's car made him ill at ease. The older Holmes seemed to notice it. He crossed his legs and took a file in his opened case reading it as if it was really important – maybe it was.
Sherlock kissed lightly John's temple.
"Sherlock..." John whispered.
"Hmmmm?" The detective buried his face in the doctor's hair.
"Maybe it's not the right place..."
"Maybe..." He kissed John's ear "Maybe not..."
"Sherlock, please..."
"All right..." He licked the blond haired man's earlobe "That's a shame, we have an hour to kill and nothing to do..." He teased.
John grabbed gently Sherlock's hair and tugged. He put his mouth close to the man's ear.
"Lucky we have two weeks to loose, in a big mansion, with no case, and absolutely nothing to do except, maybe, learn how to make you scream my name while I make you come." He whispered.
Sherlock planted his eyes in John's, his heart beating fast. He knew he didn't imagine what he just heard but just couldn't believe it. "How far is the guest room from yours?"
Sherlock opened his mouth but just couldn't speak. That was priceless and John couldn't help smiling.
"John..." The detective managed to say his voice unsteady.
"Yes Sherlock?"
"Tonight?"
"If Mycroft don't spy on us, just like he is right now," John took a peak of the man still reading his files "yes, tonight."
Sherlock leaned closer "I love you." He said before giving John a quick kiss.
Mycroft coughed lightly, surely he heard everything.
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The mansion was in the middle of a really large park rimmed with woods. It was a huge building made of stones with large windows and three floors.
When the car stopped, Anthea opened the door. John and Sherlock went out and the doctor smiled to the woman who was typing on her blackberry and didn't seemed to notice their presence.
"Hello my dear," Mycroft said and Anthea's face lighten with a radiant smile "is everything all right?"
"The property has been checked, everything is all right sir." The woman said raising her eyes from her phone.
"Perfect, thank you." Mycroft put his hand on the small of Anthea's back enjoining her to follow him. The women followed smiling widely. Sherlock frowned and John chuckled they both had a clear idea of what was happening between those two.
When John entered the mansion's hall, he refrained himself from whistling in admiration. The place was absolutely huge and covered in dark wood from the ground to the ceiling. In front of them a massive stair was leading to the first and second floor. Paintings were hung on every walls, hunting scenes, people who must be elders of the Holmes brothers and country houses.
"That's..." John started
"Ugly..." Sherlock finished.
"Amazing."
"If you say so." The detective might have his reasons not to like the place but it was everything but ugly.
"I know it's late but I suggest we all go to the study for a little moment." Mycroft said. It was always interesting to see how this man could make you think you have the choice when everything he said was an order in disguise. Sherlock wasn't a fool though and he sent his brother a reproachful look.
"Please."
The detective asked silently John what he was thinking about it and the doctor nodded.
They turned to their left and came in a room as beautiful as the hall with the slight difference that on the opposite wall of the door was a monumental marble fireplace overhung with a golden framed mirror.
"Ostentatious..." Sherlock sighed.
On their left was a beautiful desk which was right between two oversized windows framed with heavy red curtains. On each part of the fireplace two sofas were facing each other while a coffee table was set on a Persian rug.
"Shall we?" Mycroft gesture toward this part of the room and they all sat on the sofas. John and Sherlock on one, Mycroft on the other. Anthea came to sit on the armrest at Mycroft's right like an oversized - but damned sexy – parrot.
An awkward silence fell in the room.
"Why did you kidnap us?" Sherlock asked tartly.
"My dear brother, it seems like a man called Moriarty is after you, both of you, but that you know, and obviously I know it too. It seems that man tried to kill John. I let you deal with him but since he tried to blow the restaurant where you were having your...diner, I had to do something. I took you out of the town which was the wisest thing to do. And stop using words like 'kidnap' it's all so melodramatic." The older Holmes smiled his usual smile (the one that made Sherlock want to punch him in the face.) "I know the man is in London, he has a lot of connections. I'm trying to connect the dots right now." What that phrase meant, John didn't know. Sherlock did.
"A week, not a second more."
"All right, seven days starting tomorrow."
"Starting today."
"As you wish little brother. John," he turned his eyes to look at the silent doctor "make yourself at home." He stood up, so did Anthea. "Sherlock I let you show the house to John. I bid you goodnight." He offered his arm to the beautiful brown woman and left with her. Sherlock and John were now alone in the study.
"What was that?" John asked.
"You know that minor job at the government Mycroft has?" John nodded "It's not that minor." John nodded again, asking questions wouldn't have led to anything. "Let me show you what upstairs looks like." The detective crooned and John knew that he would certainly not visit all the first floor's room. Just one.
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Next chapter, sexy time!
(I'm a teasing bitch)