A/N: I wanted to do a double update this week because I want us to be right before the fall, instead of drawing it out.
In fact I almost forgot today was my update day. My life has gotten so hectic now that I have a full time job, but I never want to forget you my darlings.
xXx
Lestrade had just left and Sherlock hacked the camera feed. John was watching Lestrade and Donovan get into the car from the window.
"Are they deciding?" Sherlock asked without looking up from the computer.
"Deciding?"
"Whether to come back with a warrant and arrest me?"
"You think?"
"Standard procedure."
"Should've gone with them people will think…"
"I don't care what people think."
"You'd care if they thought you were stupid or wrong."
"No, that would just make them stupid or wrong."
"Sherlock, I don't want the world believing you're…"
"That I am what?" Sherlock asked looking up from the computer.
"A fraud."
"You're worried they're right." Sherlock saw the worry in John's face and it frightened him.
"What?"
"You're worried they're right about me."
"No."
"That's why you're so upset. You've got to entertain the possibility that they might be right. You're afraid that you've been taken in as well." Sherlock hated Moriarty for doing this, for making his John question everything.
"No, I'm not."
"Moriarty is playing with your mind, too. Can't you see what's going on?!" Sherlock yelled, hoping it would stop John from lying to him about the doubts. Not John too, not his John. The consulting criminal would pay for making his John doubt him.
"No I know you're for real" John replied calmly.
"100%?" Sherlock asked not believing the blonde, but not wanting it to show.
"Nobody can fake being such an annoying dick all the time." Sherlock let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He knew John had put it that way to show Sherlock that he never doubted the genius. Sherlock sat back in the chair and looked at the camera he found in the bookcase.
He smirked at the small camera; He didn't think John realized that where it had been placed the viewer had a perfect shot of the entire lounge and it had probably been there all week.
Sherlock had to resist the urge to laugh at the shock whoever had been watching got from the activities he and John got up to. His smile grew as his eyes flicked over to the smudge in the fog on the window such activities had created just the other day.
"Sherlock why are you smiling?" John asked curiously.
"No reason in particular" Sherlock replied, schooling his features. As much fun as it would be to watch John's embarrassment, the short blonde was already stressed about the current events involving Moriarty and his eventual arrest, Sherlock didn't want to add another thing to it.
xXx
John was stuck on the other side of the fence Sherlock had just jumped over.
"Sherlock wait." John grabbed Sherlock by the coat, turning the taller man around their faces inches apart with metal bars separating them.
"We're going to need to coordinate." Sherlock's lips quirked up for a second then he leaned in the gap between bars and captured John's lips with his own in a quick kiss.
"Sherl, now's not the time" John said against Sherlock's lips but still kissing back.
Sherlock pulled away and looked between John and their handcuffed hands.
"Go to your right."
"Huh?"
"Go to your right" Sherlock said urgently lifting their hands higher and moving them over while intertwining his fingers with John's.
xXx
They were sitting in the dark of the reporter's flat, waiting for her to get home, wanting to know what her expose included and who her source was.
Sherlock was antsy, adrenalin still thrumming through his body. As annoying all this was, he'd never felt more alive. He had all this pent up energy and was just sitting there. Sherlock was tapping the fingers of his hand that wasn't handcuffed to John frantically, but that wasn't enough!
The hand that was handcuffed to John started moving, running down his thigh to his knee, brushing John's knee the back of his fingers. Sherlock's consciousness was wandering in his mind palace and wasn't paying attention to what his hand was doing.
Sherlock's left hand was soon on John's knee and sliding up his leg. John had been staring into the dark, when he felt a hand caress his thigh, the backs of fingers brushing against his clothed cock.
Oh God what is he doing?
"Sherlock."
Sherlock's hand continued to rub his thigh teasingly, effectively turning John on. John swallowed thickly before trying to get Sherlock's attention again.
"Sherlock" John said a bit more insistently. Sherlock hummed in response his hand still stroking the blonde's thigh.
"Sherlock what are you doing with your hand?"
"Hmm, what?"
"I asked what are you doing with your hand?"
"Nothing John, I'm doing nothing." Sherlock's mind still hadn't quite registered what his hand was doing. John groaned internally because Sherlock was still stroking his thigh and it was getting frustrating.
"Sherlock this is neither the time nor place."
Sherlock crinkled his brow in confusion, What is John talking about? "What John, I'm doing nothing."
Sod this. Since Sherlock refused to acknowledge what he was doing to him, John decided to take matters into his own hands and exact revenge on the genius.
He was about to lunge across the sofa and snog the dark haired genius until he was just as hard as John, when he heard high heels clicking in the hall and growing louder.
For Christ's sake, John cursed mentally while adjusting himself and crossing his leg to hide his erection.
The key turned in the lock and as the door opened John prayed to God that this would be one of the times he was invisible next to Sherlock.
The lights switched on and Sherlock deciding to be his usual dramatic self said, "Too late to go on the record."
xXx
Mycroft's phone rang, he was a little confused when he saw Molly Hooper's number.
"Hello?"
"Hello Mr. Holmes? I'm sure you don't remember me, but my name's Molly Hooper. I work with your brother Sherlock when he needs use of the lab at St. Bart's." Her voice was quiet and a bit unsure, like she was a kid telling her friend's parent about said friend's plan to break the rules.
"Yes Miss Hooper, I remember who you are. What may I ask is this call about? Has Sherlock damaged any equipment?"
"Oh God no! Nothing like that. I believe he's got into a bit of trouble and he asked for my help. I'm willing to do as he asked but his plan is a bit drastic and as his older brother I'm sure you'd want to know he's fine."
"Miss Hooper what are you getting at?"
"Well I don't know all the details, but Sherlock plans to fake his death by jumping off St. Bart's."
"Tell me everything." Mycroft said urgently into the phone.
