"What the hell was that?" Donavon asked, or rather demanded of John once Lestrade had left.

Sherlock and John granted her no answer, Sherlock pressing a tissue into John's hand as he grabbed him to chase after Lestrade.

"So, obviously he saw the other me with Mycroft, and as he doesn't know there are now two John Hamish Watsons walking around, he thinks I'm somehow shagging you and Mycroft without the other knowing." John stated while lolloping after Sherlock, who was striding ahead with his coat billowing so much behind him that it was almost enough to knock John over.

"Yes. Rather idiotic of him really, more so than usual even."

"Great, he's getting into a cab, we'll never catch him."

"The driver will wait. Mycroft's probably realised and has stopped it out of pity for Lestrade, and of course to give us the delightful job of explaining it all to him."

And then the door slammed and the car sped off and Sherlock didn't need to see the face of the cabbie or Lestrade's expression to deduce that many things were incredibly wrong.

And all John needed was the curse word that fell from Sherlock's lips.

"Shit."

"Round to Mycroft's then? You're going to have to walk first, I am not walking in to see myself getting screwed by Mycroft."

"Quiet John, we're on a case. No sex." John stopped, turning to Sherlock in disbelief.

"You're turned on at the thought of your brother fucking me?"

"No, no. Just… you. Leave Mycroft out of this, please." Sherlock shuddered.

John laughed at Sherlock's plea, before removing the tissue from his face and throwing it into a conveniently placed bin.

"I don't think it's broken, it'll just be bruised for a while." John muttered, more to himself as Sherlock probably already knew from the pitch of what had sounded like a crack.

Sherlock nodded "You should maybe pretend it's broken, don't want to wound Lestrade's ego by insulting his right hook."

John clasped his hands together, giving a small half smile at what Sherlock said. "Okay. Right then, Detective, let's go investigate."

Sherlock stopped, as if to walk next to John, and then straightened up more than John had thought possible for the tall man who walked with his chin held high. John looked at him for some confirmation as to what had made him stand on edge.

"Moriarty."

Uh, hi. I'm still putting off everything I had to do last chapter, so you're getting daily updates. Aren't you lucky.

This chapter is dedicated to Kat. Thank you so much for your review!

So oooh, Sherlock knows that Moriarty took our favourite silver fox. But why? Stay tuned, bro.