- Explain yourself. John said in more serious and quiet tone.

- Can we first go home? Sherlock pointed at his body, he was after all still half naked underneath that coat.

- No!

Sherlock, huffed surrendering, and began to settle himself on the floor to start the explanation. Sherlock was being a bit obedient. John was starting to enjoy this, a grin fought his way to cover his face but he control himself and maintained a cool, serious face. He cleared his throat.

- From the beginning.

Sherlock frowned at this but he also cleared his throat and started explaining.

- I planned this for you, because, I've got the feeling that something is going to happen John, something bad and I wouldn't want you to be dependant of me. That would be a great disadvantage for you. My life is not that valuable, I could go at any moment, but you...

John by now was sitting in front of Sherlock listening to him. Seeing right into his eyes, seeing something he thought Sherlock Holmes, the great consulting detective couldn't even feel. Fear, true raw fear. Fear for who? For what?

Sherlock continued.

- If something were to happen to me, I suppose you would like to continue working with Lestrade. I thought this was…

John got closer to Sherlock placing his hands in his hair, in order to make him stop talking. Succeeding he got even closer and placed a gentle kiss in his forehead, staying there for a few seconds. Sherlock didn't move a muscle.

- It's ok. John almost murmured for himself.

John started to panic for what he just had done and started to lean back, Sherlock stopped him surrounding him with his arms, pulling him back and squeezing him harder and harder. John started coughing and Sherlock let go, allowing John to breath.

- Sorry. Sherlock said trying not to look at John.

An uncomfortable silence was starting to rein the space between them.

- So who is this TH or Terrence?

John got up and tried to make Sherlock talk again.

- Terrence Hamilton, I met him some years ago. As Mycroft called him, a pervert, he used to stalk me. Mycroft kick him out of the country, it was not until a few months ago he was allowed back. I run into him and ask him if he wanted to help. He is after all an actor. I think he did pretty well.

So that's how he knew him. He saw him on the telly with Mrs. Hudson.

- So the kidnapping thing was your idea but everything else was his, right?

- Obviously. You know I hate riddles, and the one he left you was too easy. Just the last part was my idea.

The last part? John looked at himself, seeing the clothes he was wearing.

- So, this was your idea.

John pointed at his clothes, and could almost see a slight blush covering Sherlock's cheeks.

- Yes, it was a mere experiment, I wanted to see how they would suit on you and I must say, they look perfect.

Sherlock said in a firm voice, this time John actually blushed and looked away, but then he remembered.

- What about the… John gulped.

- The flash drive and the track?

Sherlock widened his eyes in surprise, and open his mouth as if he was trying to say something but the words just wouldn't come out. He remained quiet thinking in a rational explanation.

- A payment. Sherlock said in a cutting tone.

- What do you mean by that?

- As I said before John, Terrence is a pervert.

John was a bit pleased with the explanation, but something else came to mind.

- Wait! He didn't... touch you. Right?

- No, Of course not.

Sherlock said in an obvious tone, making sure that what John said was absolutely false. John nodded and turned away. Sherlock stand up and walked towards John.

- You know, I saw everything.

He whispered against John's ear, making him tremble harder than the last time. John reacted by pushing Sherlock away. John didn't know what to say. Was there even something to answer for that? That wasn't even a question! Sherlock kept on looking at John, now with the look he always used when he knew he was right about something, the look saying he was superior than everyone else in the area.

- Your reaction was… unexpected.

And even the tone he was using. John was getting really nervous and his completely red face wasn't really helpful.

- How did you do it?

John managed to say stopping his voice from shivering, trying to change the conversation. Sherlock starting walking around him, observing him from every angle.

- Mycroft put microphones and cameras, pretty much everywhere, months ago. But as far as your behavior before, now that's interesting. Your pupils are dilated, your pulse is elevated and so is your breathing. The slight shiver you get whenever I pass near you.

- And what can you deduce out of that? John said as firmly as possible.

- Love…

Sherlock let the last syllable slide softly out his mouth. John remained quiet, he couldn't move a muscle, he wanted to get angry so that at least he could walk away, but no. He wanted to stay; his heart was distracting him, beating faster and harder. If it just could stop for a moment, he might get his mind cleared.

The thought that started moving inside his head was making him stay. What if Sherlock felt the same? Was he actually feeling that? Not a word was spoken for at least three minutes.

- Sher…

John decided to speak, but was not allowed to by the lips of his companion. A small kiss, placed in a hard way. They looked at each other. A confuse moment. More silence, shorter this time.

- What was that?

- Don't make me explain John.

John nodded; he didn't want to say it either. As if it were a synchronized movement they both started walking towards the door, no more words. Just the call for a taxi and a quiet ride home.

- Oh hello again. I see you've made some progress. I'm so glad!

A now familiar face was waiting in the flat.

- How the hell did you get in here!?

- Terrence, I think it's time you give return the key of the flat to me.

Terrence glared Sherlock, but placed the key in the table. John entered the kitchen looking for some water, he was after running through almost all London all day.

- I just wanted to be polite and say goodbye to the brand new couple.

A loud cough echoed in the kitchen.

- I swear to god Sherlock. Get him out of here or I swear I'll keep my promise. I still have my gun.

- No you don't John, you left in St. Barts, but still Terrence, the exit is through there.

Sherlock pointed at the door and Terrence unwillingly obeyed. Once he took one step out the door, Sherlock slammed it. Next he sat down in his couch which still had some of John's scent. He smiled at this, and totally relaxed.

John brought him some tea.

- I'm sorry John.

- It's alright, just don't do it again. Whatever happens we'll make it through together. Understand?

Sherlock smiled and nodded, drinking his tea.

- Now can you please put your bloody trousers on!?

- Only if you give me the ones you're wearing.

- Forget it, I'm not going to shoot Terrence, I'm going to shoot you!

I'm going to take this little space to thank you all.

So this kinda before The Reichenbach Fall, or at least it ended up being like that. I truly hope everyone liked it.

This is my first Johnlock fic and my first fic in English. Any failure, please forgive me. I normally write way pass midnight.

Thank you all for the support. You've given me the trust to write some more. Seriously I love you!