Sherlock leapt up and turned her over. Squish muttered something and groaned, he saw that the back of her shirt was almost black with blood. He tore his own shirt off and pulling hers off, pressed it against the bleeding holes. He realised that the belt Moran had used, had torn the stitches that had held the parallel cuts from her previous encounter with Jim and now both the new cuts and the old had begun to bleed. He went to the door and tried to open it, it was of course locked and a minute later one of the burly men came in quickly followed by the other one who was about a head shorter.
"You not go out" he said in a thick Ukrainian accent. Sherlock took one look at him then at the other man, than smiled sardonically.
"Get your boss." He replied coldly, "Get him or I'll tell him what you were doing on the table outside." The big man looked like he was going to punch Sherlock, but the smaller man put a hand on his arm and looked at Sherlock fearfully.
"I will get him" he said, "She in a bad way yes?" he waved a hand in the general direction of Squish. Sherlock nodded. "Then I will get him quickly. But you not say anything about…" he blushed, a fierce red.
"No" Sherlock said. The man nodded and hurried out. The two men remaining waited in silence for around a minute before he came back with Moriarty following him. He dismissed the two security men and stood there watching Sherlock.
Sherlock stood up and said, "I need warm water, antiseptic, a sterilised suturing kit, and towels." He then just turned back to his daughter and resumed putting pressure on her back. Moriarty didn't like that.
He flew at Sherlock and slammed him against the wall. His hands pulled Sherlock's hair and forced his chin upwards.
"I am not your fucking bus boy sweetie. I am in charge here not you, and don't think that just because your little girl's slowly bleeding to death, that the game stops. We are still playing the game."
Sherlock gazed at Moriarty unblinkingly. His eyes where darting from point to point on the smaller mans' face, then he sighed.
"What do I have to do for you to give me those supplies?" he asked calmly, "What do you want me to do?"
Jim's eyes coloured with lust and longing. "Finally you start to ask the right questions. This is the next round Sherlock, and this time you aren't playing for you. You're playing for her." He jerked his head at the prone body lying on the floor. "So you better work fast, little virgin"
Sherlock looked Jim right in the eyes and said very clearly, "Come now Jim, haven't you seen that I need a new nickname?" And before the other man had a chance to process the information Sherlock had pressed his lips against Jim's.
Sherlock knew that he had to keep the other man off balance. He knew that even though his entrails squirmed with the thought of Molly, even though he hated himself for doing it, he had to kiss his arch enemy like his life depended on it. He had to do it because it wasn't his life, it was Squish's and that was worth everything to him.
He battled for dominance with Moriarty. The kiss wasn't gentle and passionate like it was with Molly, this was a war. He forced his tongue into Jim's mouth and his tongue was joined in battle by Jim's. Their tongues clashed and fought, both men fought for control like two male stags fighting for a mate. Sherlock could feel the fight slipping away from him as Jim gained the upper hand. The strangest thing was that both men kept their eyes open throughout the kiss. They stared into each other's eyes and Sherlock saw the void in Jim's eyes. Saw the lust and the pain and the longing. But the thing that really scared him? The thing that terrified him? He could see the same things reflected from his own eyes.
Sherlock tore away from Moriarty and stood there breathing heavily. The lithe man stepped after him and ran his fingers down Sherlock's still bare chest.
"I promise you honey, sooner or later you are going to get bored with Little Miss Molly and I am going to be waiting right here. We need each other"
Sherlock shook his head, "You aren't what I want Jim. You're certainly not what I need either. We would burn each other out Jim."
Jim laughed and threw his arms out wide, like he wanted to hug the world, "Come on Sherlock" he said, "Ordinary people are dull. Their fun to keep as pets sure, but bursting into flames with me? You won't ever been bored again."
The tall man looked at him straight in the eye, "I won't ever want to be with you Jim. You're a psychotic sociopath who wants to burn my heart out."
"And you're an addict. It's your nature, you're addicted to the danger of being with me sweetie, addicted to the idea that you could lose at any moment. Addicted to the idea of losing the scraps of humanity you've found. And that's why you'll come to me, that's why I'll win"
The two men stood facing one another, and Sherlock looked away first his gaze resting on Squish's body, Moriarty followed his eye line and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll give you all the stuff you want for her. Hell I'll even get her a blood transfusion if you want." He leant forward and whispered in Sherlock's ear his breath hot and flickering like the tongue of a snake, "But it'll cost you".
"We'll be fine thanks." Moriarty shrugged and moved towards the door.
"You know I'm right Sherlock and you know how much you want me too. By the way I like you shirtless" With that final remark he was gone. A few minutes later a man wheeled a trolley in.
"The doctor will be here in a minute." He said, "The boss told me to tell you that he found the best one he could" Sherlock gave no reply but snorted. The man shook his head and left the room.
Sherlock dipped the towel in the warm water and started to clean off the blood. The girl arched her back and hissed with pain. For the most part he could see the red moths cut into her skin and he started to rub the antiseptic cream into them. The door opened again but he didn't look up from his task. Then hands took the cream from him and started to rub it into them gently. Sherlock knew the hands. Had seen them hold a gun; pull back the clothes on dead men. And… make tea.
"John?"