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

Sherlock took John's hand and dragged him along.

John was a little suprised when Sherlock took his hand but still held on until Sherlock wanted to let go.

When they got to the body Sherlock was still holding John's hand. He bent down and accidentally tripped john.

(Let Sherlock romantically catch Jawn please!!!)

“Ah!” John cried as he fell.

Sherlock caught John, their faces less than an inch from each other. He blushed and said, "Sorry about that."

John smirked as Sherlock blushed, “It’s perfectly fine.” He said.

"Let's get back to the case." He said, his face getting redder by the second.

John stood up but before going to the body said in Sherlock’s ear, “For the record, I don’t mind you holding me.” He smirked again and walked off.

"So, he was drugged." Sherlock deduced, "He was planning on visiting his family and was ready to leave for the airport when he was drugged and murdered."

“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.

(Where is my Jawn???)

(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.”