John looked at Sherlock very seriously. He had seen how Sherlock had changed, even in the past few months. He had gone from being ice cold and using whatever means necessary to get what he wanted, to (as far as John could tell) being in love. He didn't know what had caused the change but Sherlock was on the way to becoming a better man because of it. A good man.
Squish stirred in her sleep and Sherlock was immediately at her side. She opened her eyes and looked at him, than John saw an expression of puzzlement cross her face.
"What do you mean, you need a new nickname" She asked Sherlock who to John's surprise looked positively shifty.
"What are you talking about" John asked, as he too came to sit next to her, "Who needs a new nickname?"
"Sherlock does apparently." She said as a she continued to stare at him, "He told Moriarty he couldn't call him 'the virgin' anymore. Which would lead me to conclude that…"
"All right, all right." Sherlock said, "Molly and I may have… at some point… had relations of…"
"Oh My God. You had sex with Molly didn't you" Squish practically screamed, wincing as she breathed in a bit deeper, then a moment later, "ugh images, images!" she mimed clawing at her eye balls
"Ok. Ok" John said, "let's not talk about those aspects of Sherlock's life, Squish. Oh!"
"What is it John." Sherlock was immediately by his side, "Have you taken anything. Has Jim given you anything?" He grabbed John by the shoulders in order to try and get a better look at him, "your pupils are dilated and your pulse is…" Long fingers curved around John's wrist though he pulled it away from them quickly.
"No Sherlock. It's nothing like that. It's just" he sighed bemusedly, "The images are in my head too" he looked at Squish and as they caught each other eyes the both burst out laughing. Sherlock looked utterly unamused.
"We are being held captive by a psychomanic and you too are focusing on my sex life? This does not seem very logical to me."
"No" said Squish calmly, "we are focusing on, up until this moment your non-existent sex life. This therefore is the most interesting thing that has happened to us in the entire two days that I've been here. Apart from you know the whole torture thing, and that was more painful than particularly helpful or interesting." She looked over at John again and they both immediately started to giggle.
"Oh my god" she gasped, "I've won the bet with Donavon"
Sherlock's head snapped round, "What bet with Donavon" he asked menacingly.
"She reckoned that I would have sex before you did and I said that she obviously hadn't seen the amount of fan mail you get."
"What fan mail" Sherlock asked, "I don't get fan mail?" John looked utterly exasperated.
"Sherlock the postman practically breaks his back carrying it up the stairs." Sherlock still looked bewildered.
"I answer it for you?" Squish said, "Every week? On a Thursday, any bells?" Sherlock shook his head, "Have you deleted it?" she asked "You have, haven't you? Well that's just not fair; I reply to all of it and some of it's not meant for my eyes. Really some of them can be described as downright stalkers. I mean you get locks of hair, toenail clippings for some reason, oh and that thumb once." She gazed at Sherlock disbelievingly, "come on you must remember the thumb? IT'S A THUMB! How can you forget when a person sends you A THUMB?"
Sherlock looked bemused, "It's unimportant"
"UNIMPORTANT? IT'S A THUMB!"
"So? We have a zip lock bag of them in the fridge if I wanted a thumb" She reached up and massaged her temples.
"I'm not sure that that's the point Sherlock" she said , "But the point is that you have a lot of woman all saying that their there if you want to. Some men too, but that may just be Brian and Mickey."
"Oh I sent a few too" came a voice. The three of them looked at the door and obviously Jim stood there.
"Well?" he looked at them, "Oh come on you must remember. 'Dear Sherlock, I want to spend all my time with you. We can do the most delicious things together xoxo' Though the response was very dull, If I didn't know any better I'd say that you didn't even read my letter."
Sherlock had, subconsciously it appeared, to have positioned himself between Jim and Squish. His face was troubled and his dark eyes flicked to Jim, who he preceded to watch warily like a dog that'd been kicked once too many times. It wasn't lost on Jim, who licked his lips slowly.
"Anywayyy, I'm moving you out of this room. It's got a little bit old hasn't it? With all the blood on the floor and everything. Besides I really need this one, got a man who failed to deliver a shipment to me on time and I've promised Seb he can use this one." Jim looked past Sherlock at Squish, "He says it reminds him of your time together. Isn't that sweet!"
Where are you taking us Moriarty?" asked John, as he helped Squish to her feet, "Will there be the things we need to look after her?"
"But of course Doctor Watson. I'm not a monster and I need her alive. You on the other hand are not so indispensable. Sherlock has plenty of other people that he cares about. Mrs Hudson perhaps or Lestrade? No- maybe Little Miss Molly then." Sherlock's head whipped towards him, Jim laughed terribly,
"Oh he is so cute isn't he? So eager to protect his little pets. And he wonders why I know how to hurt him. Ready?" he asked turning back to where Squish was being supported by John, "then off we go".
He led them down a white corridor with brilliant white light, which dazzled Squish as they left the room. Her back and ribs hurt terribly and she was sure that if John had not been supporting her she would have fallen down. But with his help she was able to walk. Sherlock was striding ahead his coat, which was speckled with her blood wrapped around his still shirtless chest.
After what felt like hours of twisting corridors and unmarked doors, they stopped outside an equally unimportant door.
"Home sweet, Home" Jim chuckled as he opened the door.