The great game

1.

Sarah chuckles. "Well, maybe next time I'll let you keep to the end of my bed, you know. This seems a bit too cautious"

John smiles at her. "Sherlock taking over my bed won't be rectified just because I take over yours." Sarah smiles back at each other. They turn their attention to the TV for a moment.

"Say, do you want some breakfast?"

John looks up. "Sure"

Sarah smirks at him. "Well make it yourself, because I'm going to have a shower."

She walks off. John turns back to the news for a few minutes before the report about the explosion at Baker Street comes on. Upon seeing it, he rushes off yelling "Sorry, I've got to run!" to Sarah.

2.

"Pass me my phone"

John looks around "Where is it?"

Sherlock looks up at him and smirks. "Jacket."

John stiffens, then sighs in resignation and walks over to Sherlock. He wraps his arm around his shoulders before fishing out the phone. "Text from your brother."

"Delete it."

"Delete it?"

"Missile plans are out of the country by now, there's nothing we can do about it."

John looks at the phone. "Mycroft seems to think there is, he's texted you eight times. Must be important."

Sherlock looks up from his microscope and leans back, looking annoyed. "Then why didn't he cancel his dental appointment?"

"His what?"

"Mycroft never texts if he can talk- look, Andrew West stole the missile plans, tried to sell them and got his head smashed for his pains, end of story." Sherlock turns back to the microscope. "The only mystery here is this: why is my brother so determined to bore me when somebody else is being so delightfully interesting?"

John frowns at Sherlock. He lets go of him and steps away while turning off the phone. "Try to remember that there's a woman here that might die."

Sherlock looks at him "What for? This hospital's full of dying people, doctor, why don't you go cry by their bed side, see what good it does then?"

An alarm goes off, signifying a match. Suddenly Molly comes in."Any luck?"

Sherlock is visibly cheered. "Oh yes!"

A young man enters after her, but is left standing by the doorway when he seems Sherlock and John, looking rather uncertain. "Oh sorry- Hi, I didn't- "

"Jim! Hi, come in, come in!" Molly motions to Sherlock. "Jim, this is Sherlock Holmes." She looks at John. "And..." She makes a slightly apologetic face. "sorry..."

John lets out a soft sigh. "John Watson, hi."

"Hi". Jim says it absent mindedly, keeping his attention fixed on Sherlock. "So you're Sherlock Holmes. Molly's told me all about you. Are you on one of your cases?"

"Jim works in IT upstairs", Molly explains. "That's how we met; office romance!" Molly and Jim chuckle.

"Sherlock casts a glance at Jim before going back to his microscope."Gay"

Molly's smile disappears. "Sorry, what?"

"Nothing, um, hey."

"Hey" Jim stares at Sherlock, and ends up accidentally knocking over a dish set on the table."Sorry, sorry!" He scrambles to pick it up, then composes himself. "Well I'd better be off." He walks by Molly on his way out. "I'll see you at The Fox. About six-ish?".

"Yeah!" She nods at him.

Jim then turns to Sherlock. "Bye! It was nice to meet you."

Sherlock ignores him however, leaving John to take pity on him. "You too."

At soon as Jim is out the door, Molly turns to Sherlock "What do you mean gay? We're together"

Sherlock studies her. "And domestic bliss must suit you Molly, you've put on three pounds since I last saw you."

Once again Sherlock has manages to wipe the smile off Molly's face. "Two and a half"

Sherlock doesn't compromise. "No, three"

Now getting upset, Molly turns back to the subject at hand in a strained voice. "He's not gay. Why do you have to spoil-!" She cuts herself off then lowers her voice. "He's not."

Sherlock huffs. "You were hardly at the forefront of his mind."

John rolls his eyes. "Someone's got himself a big head"

Sherlock sighs in exasperation. "He walks in and barely glances at you or Molly. Polite man like that wouldn't just ignore present company, especially not his girlfriend, unless there was a reason. His attention was focused elsewhere, so where was he looking then? He was looking at me, and he was looking at me the whole time, barely noticing anything else, which suggests attraction. Then there's his underwear. "

Molly frowns in disbelief. "His underwear?"

"Visible above the waistline, very particular brand, only ever sold in stores and on websites directed to gay men. That, plus the extremely suggestive fact that he just left his number under this dish here, I'd say you better break it off now and save yourself the pain"

Molly's face has gone blank. She looks from Sherlock to John, then turns around and storms off.

3.

"Points."

"Yes!"John flinches, stands up and stumbles backwards into Sherlock, who wraps his arms around him.

"I knew you'd get there eventually. West wasn't killed here, that's why there was so little blood."

John sighs and shakes his head slightly. That bloody- "How long have you been following me?"

"Since the start." John hangs his head in disbelief. "You don't think I'd give up on a case like this just to spite my brother, did you?" Sherlock rests his chin on his shoulder. Then speaks in a softer tone. "You've done really well.

Aha. John lifts his head and smiles fondly, then leans back into Sherlock's embrace. They stand like that for a moment before Sherlock places a kiss to his temple and steps away. "Come on. We've got a bit of burglary to do."

4.

"What if I were to just shoot you now?"

Moriarty seems to ponder it for a slit second. "Then you could cherish the look of surprise on my face" He opens his mouth and eyes wide in an imitation of shock. "Because I would be surprised, Sherlock, really I would." He frowns slightly. "And just a teensy bit disappointed. And of course you wouldn't get to cherish it for very long."

Still ignoring the gun pointed at his face, Moriarty takes a step back. "Ciao, Sherlock Holmes." He walks away.

Sherlock regards him coolly, following Moriarty with his aim as he walks out. "Catch. You. Later."

"No you won't."

As soon as Moriarty is out of sight, Sherlock pockets the gun and sets to work on the bombs attached to John's clothes. "All right? Are you all right?"

John relaxes, but stays passive as Sherlock works his clothes off. All his energy seems to have evaporated. "Yeah, yeah yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. Sherlock?" Sherlock, who is working frantically on getting John's vest off, doesn't seem to hear him. "Sherlock!"

Sherlock still doesn't respond. Only when he's thrown the jacket and the vest covered in explosives to the other side of the pool, he turns to John. He pulls him into a tight hug, kissing him and holding him up while John takes calming breaths. After a few moments John regains some of his composure. "Are you okay?"

Sherlock's head shoots up from where it's been buried in John's neck. "Me? Yeah. I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm fine" He blinks, trying to collect himself. "That, uh, thing that you did, that.." He clears his throat. "..that you offered to do, that was…" he trails off.

John looks up at him. "Good?", he offers. Sherlock places a long kiss on his forehead, but doesn't respond. John lets the matter drop."I'm glad no one saw that."

"Hm?"

"You, ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. What a stereotype."

Sherlock pulls back a bit to smile at him. They chuckle, but suddenly a red dot appears on John's cheek.

Moriarty bursts through the door. "Sorry boys! I'm soo changeable!" He laughs and spreads his arms. "It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness." Then Moriarty grows serious. "You can't be allowed to continue. You just can't. I would try to convince you, but-" He chuckles. "Everything I have to say has already crossed your mind!"

The couple shares a look before Sherlock pulls out the gun and aims it at Moriarty. "Probably my answer has crossed yours." He lowers the gun to aim at the bomb on the floor.