Chapter 17

Notes: Yeah so please don't hurl rocks at my head….um…read on peeps!

Sherlock continued to watch Molly with Gavin until he saw them both turn and start towards the hotel. He turned and made a quick exit to the room that he was staying in. He quickly entered the room and shut the door. John looked up at him and quirked his eyebrow.

"Something amiss Sherlock?" john asked.

Sherlock cleared his throat. "No, of course not." He looked around the large room. "Where is your better half?"

John grinned. "She's asleep. Where is Molly? Still with Gavin, is she?"

"I wouldn't know." Sherlock sniffed, plopping down in the arm chair, grabbing a magazine and flipping through it much too quickly to actually be reading it.

"So you were spying on her then?" John asked

"No I wasn't spying! I don't spy John, why would I need to spy?"

"Because you know Gavin is a nice bloke and Molly is attracted to him. You scared shitless of losing her aren't you?"

Sherlock scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous John."

John shook his head. "Whatever mate. I'm going to bed."

Sherlock continued to flip through the magazine repeatedly while watching the clock. 10 minutes turned into 20 minutes and he wondered why Molly hadn't come into the room yet.

After 30 minutes had passed, he couldn't stand it any longer and tossed the magazine down. He crept quietly to the door so as not to alert John to his spying and carefully cracked the door, expecting to see Molly and Gavin in the hallway. When he saw that the hall was clear, he opened the door wide and frowned.

Where in the hell were they? Sherlock walked into the hall, shutting the door quietly and began to creep down the hallway. The light flickered on and off making it a bit hard to see where he was going, but he stayed close to the wall and continued to walk down the hall. He approached one of the two stairwells in the hotel and was about to pass it when he heard a noise that sounded like a shuffle.

Sherlock's senses bristled. He couldn't imagine Moriarty making another move so soon, but he also knew he couldn't ignore the possibility. As he was unarmed, he quickly made his way back down the hall and to their rooms. He unlocked the door and went to John and Sarah's bedroom. He opened the door without knocking and approached the bed, leaning over John, he tapped on his forehead.

John's left eye popped open. "What?" He hissed in a whisper.

"There's someone in the stairwell, come with me and bring your gun."

John groaned and rolled his eyes, but said nothing, carefully exiting the bed so as not to wake Sarah. Once clear of the room, Sherlock and John walked carefully and quietly down the hallway and towards the stairwell.

The sound of a woman's voice stopped them both in their tracks. John swallowed and looked a bit uncomfortable. "Um Sherlock…"

Sherlock ignored him and continued forward.

Another sound floated down the hallway to meet them, what sounded very much like the muffled moan of a woman.

"Sherlock I don't think this is Moriarty…" John said again trying to get Sherlock to stop.

When they came to the door that led into the stairwell, Sherlock and John both peeped into the small glass window. The stairwell was lit only by a small flickering light.

Sherlock gasped in shock, glancing at John. Both men swallowed hard, blinking several times, as if trying to convince themselves that what they were seeing was truly in front of them.

Gavin had Molly against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed into her. Molly's head was thrown back, her eyes closed, crying out with every thrust.

John grabbed Sherlock and jerked him back. "We need to go now Sherlock."

Sherlock jerked away from him and turned back watching Molly being properly fucked by Detective Sergeant Gavin Troy.

"Sherlock, come on before she sees us. She'll never forgive you for this if she catches you. She'll think you're a proper creeper."

It took several moments for Sherlock to register what it was exactly that he was feeling. He watched them for a few more moments, listening to Molly sigh Gavin's name as he thrust inside of her.

"Oh…god…Gav…oooohhhh" Molly moaned loudly as Gavin quickened his pace, thrusting into Molly so forcefully that he knocked the air from her lungs. She clung to him even tighter, hooking her ankle over the other and pulling him closer to her with her arms around his neck.

Gavin's face was buried in Molly's neck sucking and biting her skin.

Sherlock swallowed hard, the emotion he was feeling threatening to overwhelm him, and he looked at John.

John could see the confusion and pain on Sherlock's face though he doubted Sherlock was even aware of what it was he was feeling.

Sherlock watched in anguish knowing someone else was touching her, making her moan like that. His heart ached as he watched Gavin holding her, making her feel safe and wanted and beautiful and all the other things that Sherlock desperately wished he could make her feel. It was too much for Sherlock. He turned and made his way back to the room.

John sighed deeply and shook his head in pity for his friend. He followed Sherlock back to their rooms. Once inside, John immediately poured himself and Sherlock a shot of whiskey. "Listen Sherlock, I'm sorry…about…"

"Don't John." Sherlock snapped.

"Do you want to talk about it?" John pressed gently, handing Sherlock the whiskey.

Sherlock gulped the drink, letting the burn of the alcohol push the bile back down his throat. "What is there to talk about?"

"The woman you love being pounded into oblivion by a man that is not you." John snapped in annoyance at Sherlock denying how he felt.

"She's a grown woman, she can fuck who she pleases. Why should I care?" Sherlock snapped back.

"But you do care. It's eating you up. You should see your face Sherlock. You do realize that there are unshed tears in your eyes."

Sherlock glared at him. "What? Nonsense…" He stopped when he reached and touched the tip of his finger to the corner of his eye and felt the moisture.

"Sherlock…there's nothing wrong with feeling hurt and even angry at seeing Molly with another man. You have come to realize that you love her. It's painful and having your heart broken can be one of the most painful experiences of your life, but the ache can lessen over time."

Sherlock didn't answer for several minutes. Finally he looked at John, the emotion raw on his face. "Why would she do that John? I thought she still loved me."

John sighed and sat down beside him. "Look Sherlock, sometimes when people have been through trauma or some sort of emotional turmoil, they look for ways to help alleviate the stress or fear and to help them forget about it, even for a moment. She's been through so much and lost so much, maybe she just needed this Sherlock. Gavin has been very gentle and kind to her. She doesn't have the emotional baggage with him that she has with you. He makes her feel safe and grounded I think."

" But why couldn't she have that with me?" Sherlock fumed.

"Because you're a git! And you've been acting like a Neanderthal with her since you came to terms with your feelings for her. No woman is going to want to be treated that way, especially by a man who has treated her with nothing but disdain the past few years. Think about it Sherlock, you've done nothing but be a possessive jerk towards her. She needs tenderness and gentleness now. She needs a man who will be strong for her without overwhelming her. She doesn't need someone who is going to try to force this to happen before she is ready and that is what you are doing," John said patiently, patting Sherlock's hand.

"But what if she starts to have feelings for him before I can prove to her how I feel. What if she stops loving me?"

"You don't just stop loving someone Sherlock. But with that being said, you can love more than one person at once I think. And we don't even know what is truly happening between them. My God, with everything she has been through, maybe she just needed a good shag and Gavin happened to be there, I don't know Sherlock. All I know is that you can't force this and if you don't stop trying to force it, you will lose her. You expect her to just accept what you are saying and take it at face value. You have to earn her trust Sherlock."

Both men stopped talking immediately when the door opened and Molly walked into the room. Her skin was still flushed and her hair was a mess. She cleared her throat and ran her hands over her clothes, attempting to straighten them. It was obvious that she was not expecting to see Sherlock and John still up.

"Um…hello…" She said, looking anywhere but their faces. "I was just…yes…well…I'll just…"

John took pity on her and stood. "The second bedroom is over this way." He smiled at her and pointed to the room.

Molly blinked. "Oh…I was just going to sleep on the sofa."

John smiled again. "No need, this is a suite, has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a small kitchen."

Molly shifted uncomfortably. "Well I don't want to put anyone out."

"I'll be sleeping on the couch Molly, the room is yours of course." Sherlock said softly, unable to keep the hurt from his voice. "Just give me a few moments to ready myself for bed.

Molly watched him walk into the bedroom. She looked at John. "I can only imagine what I look like right now. I thought you'd both be asleep."

John cleared his throat, feeling as uncomfortable and awkward as Molly. "I'm just going to go to bed now. I'll see you in the mourning Molly."

She nodded and watched him walk towards his room. "John wait…"

He turned to look at her. She chewed her lip nervously. "Is Sherlock…is he alright?"

John glanced at the bedroom where Sherlock had just disappeared into. "He'll be okay Molly. He's a big boy."

It was just after 3 am when Gavin got home. Although he was beyond exhausted, he was also overcome with giddiness at what had transpired between him and Molly. He certainly hadn't expected it when she jumped into his arms and smashed her lips against his, but he couldn't deny that it was a welcome surprise.

He had just put the key in the lock and was about to turn it when he felt the gun press into his side. "Let's not do anything stupid Detective Sergeant. I'm going to need you to do exactly as I tell you. You are going to turn around very slowly and walk back down the stairs and very slowly get into that black car that is behind the brush over there, do you understand?" Seb asked, pushing the gun harder against his skin, making him wince.

"Yes I understand perfectly." Gavin said.

"Good, not as stupid as you look then. Let's go Sergeant, get moving." Seb said shoving Gavin towards the steps. Gavin did as instructed, walking slowly down the steps and away from his driveway and house, towards the brush to the left of his property.

Just as Seb had said, there was a black Mercedes waiting for them. "Now open the back door and get in."

Gavin opened the door and got in. Seb shut the door and got into the front passenger seat. He turned towards Gavin, holding the gun on him. "Alright, get moving." He told the driver, who nodded and started the car, backing away from the brush and out of the driveway slowly, leaving the lights to the car off until reaching the street.

Gavin tried to stay calm when Seb tossed a small black cloth at him. 'Put that over your head mate."

Gavin slowly picked the cloth up and saw that it was a cloth sack. He did as Seb instructed. Gavin had no idea how long they had driven, but it seemed like a very long time. He could tell that the sun had risen even with the bag over his head as little fragments of light pushed passed the thinner fibers of the cloth.

Finally the car stopped and Gavin was grabbed roughly out from the back seat and dragged by two men into a house. He was forced down onto a chair. The bag was jerked from his head and he blinked several times to acclimate himself to the light.

"Ah, our guest has arrived, excellent Seb." Jim said approaching Gavin.

Seb smiled and began to tie twine around Gavin's ankles and then his wrists. He tied them so tightly, it cut into Gavin's skin. Trickles of blood dripped down his skin.

"Do you know who I am Sergeant Troy?" Jim asked.

"Well since I met your big friend here already at the hotel, I'm assuming you're Moriarty, the sick bastard that killed his own brother."

Jim laughed. "Oh I like him Seb. I really do. Such a shame to kill him, but sacrifices must be made."

Gavin swallowed hard and tried to keep his features impassive, but his heart pounded. "And why would you want to kill me?"

Jim smiled again, though the smile did not reach his eye. "I'm afraid you touched something that doesn't belong to you Sergeant. I don't take kindly to people touching my things. Unfortunately for you, you're going to have to answer for it. Seb, make the Sergeant comfortable won't you? He's going to be here for quite some time."

Shit is going to hit the fan next chapter!