forum Who wants to do a one on one with me? {CLOSED} {Stalkers welcome it's Johnlock}

Started May 06, 2018 by Deleted user

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“How’d the murderer get in?”

"The door was locked, no sign of forced entry. That's the only thing that stumps me….. but only one could have done this. Moriarty." He said. He was in a state of paranoia, Moriarty was his nemesis, the plague of his life. He had obsessed over the man for months, years even, it was an unhealthy obsession. His first guess was always Moriarty.

“I guess but he doesn’t get his hand dirty. We need to find out who he’s hired if it’s him.”

"Come on, Moriarty is behind this!" Sherlock sensed John's doubt. John knew that when all of Sherlock's 'evidence' had lead to the man, he was nearly always wrong.

“Sherlock, I know how much you want it to be him but just think! Why would Moriarty kill a man that has no connection to you, me or the government, unless Lestrade is with holding information.”

"Maybe to distract me, he's done it before."

“Fine, if it’s Moriarty we need to hurry this investigation up, who knows what he could be planning right now!”

"I just…. you're right, it's probably not him."

What Sherlock was going to say was "I just don't want to lose you." The thought was painful.

John saw a flicker of pain pass through Sherlock’s face but as soon as it was there, it was gone. “Right. we should head back to the flat, see what we can work with.”

"Yeah, let's." Sherlock agreed. "When you said you wouldn't mind me holding you again I suppose you forgot all the times you claimed you weren't gay, correct?"

John shrugged, “I suppose you’re right again.”

When they arrived at the flat, Sherlock instantly took out all his files on Moriarty. "Well, time to get to it." Sherlock said, slapping on eight nicotine patches.

(Here!)
“Do you really need eight patches?”

"It's an eight patch problem John!" Sherlock moaned.

“No, no it’s not, Sherlock!”

"It is." Sherlock insisted, he was feeling on top of the world. He would catch Moriarty!

Suddenly Sherlock passed out. His pulse was slow and he was having a hard time breathing.

“Sherlock!” John rushed to his side, “999, I need an ambulance, 221B Baker Street, and hurry! Come on Sherlock, stay with me, please.”

Sherlock stirred, but didn't wake. Eight nicotine patches was definitely not a good idea.

John stripped the patches off his arms, “God, for a genius you were quite stupid today. Come on Sherlock, please wake up!”

"J-John? What are you d-d-doing?" He stuttered out, his voice was barely a whisper.

“Getting you to the hospital,” All the nicotine patches were now off, “Why did you have to wear that many?”

"Mori……" He passed out again.