He's mine

Part 1

It was a normal day at 221B Baker street, Sherlock was working on an experiment, John was writing a blog about his and Sherlock's latest adventures, and Mrs. Hudson was downstairs vacuuming while the tea was brewing. Things stayed like this for quite awhile until John was looking at his computer and saw quite an interesting email.
He looked at Sherlock, unsure if he should show him or not. He contemplated a minute and decided he should. He said, "Sherlock?", his voice gesturing that he wanted Sherlock to come over to where he was sitting.
Sherlock looked up and rolled his eyes, 'of course he needs me when I'm at my busiest' he thought to himself. He walked over to him, "Yes John?"
John said, "Look at this." Pointing at the screen,  not taking his eyes off of it. "We received it 2 days ago, but it just popped into the inbox."
Sherlock read it, "Up for a case Watson?" He smiled that creepy smile he has. He hasn't gone on a case in three days and was eager too.

The email read:

Dear Mr. Holmes,
Hello sir. I am Ameris Jones, a detective from France. Recently we received a case of 4 boys missing, no signs of them whatsoever, we don't know if they knew each other...we don't know who would have killed/kidnapped them. All we know is that they're gone, and they're is a suspect of interest. We need to find who did it, why, and if there's a connection between them. My team has already started digging, looking for there bodies. We really need your help Mr. Holmes.
I mailed three tickets to your address. Use them for you, John, and someone else of your choice.
Thank you,
Ameris Jones.

John smiled, "Always." He thought for a minute, "But where's the tickets?"
Sherlock chuckled, "Where's the tickets he asks." It was highly obvious. "She sent the message two days ago. She must have sent the tickets two days ago as well. It takes about one day to get the tickets here by post. But since the post doesn't come on Sundays, which was yesterday, it would have to arrive today. Mrs. Hudson usually gets the mail at 11:30, its 11:27 now. So you answer me John, where are they?"
John frowned..."Right now they are in our box. And Mrs. Hudson will bring them up in a minute or two." He sighed. How did he always know these things, why was he ALWAYS RIGHT?!
Minutes later, as Sherlock expected, Mrs. Hudson appears in the hallway, will the post in her hands. "Sherlock, you've got some post!" She yells as she walks into the room.
John mutters 'He knows,of course. Because hes the famous Sherlock Holmes! He knows everything!' under his breath.
Sherlock looks at John, "Excuse me, what was that?" He says as he retrieves the mail from Mrs. Hudson. "Thank you dear, could you fetch me some tea?"
Mrs. Hudson looks at him, "Im not your housekeeper!" But of course she was too nice not to get him tea. She walked and poured him a cup of tea, then walked back. "That is the last time I'm getting you tea!" She said as she hands it too him.
"Oh yes, of course. The 'last time'." He said without even thanking her. He took the post and looked at it. "Not you. Not you. Not you. Not you. Not you. Not you. Ah yes, you!" He said this while going through the letters, tossing aside the ones he said 'Not you.' to until he got to the one with the tickets. "Come on John!" He said, hurrying John so they can go on the case. He walked near the door and put on his cloak, followed by his scarf.
John looked at Mrs. Hudson, "We're going to France." He smiled. She replied, "Awe, a trip? How sweet! You too have fun!" He looked at her, "Er. Its for a case actually."  He walked to the door and put on his jacket.
Sherlock had already walked out the door when John finally did. John looked at Sherlock and remembered something. "Sherlock! Theres three tickets. Who else are we taking?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "I thought we could go...just the two of us?"
John liked the idea, but they couldn't just waste the ticket. "How about Mycroft? Or Lestrade?" Sherlock nodded. "How about Molly?" John was surprised by his answer, "Molly? out of all the people you could take, you want to take...Molly?" Sherlock looked at him, "Yes. Do you not like her or something?" John nodded his head no, "Of course I like her!"
Sherlock waved down a cab and got in, John right behind him. He told the cabbie Mollys address and they were off. About 6 minutes later they were at Molly's. Both got out of the car and John paid the man.
They walked up to the door and Sherlock knocked. Molly opened the door and to her surprise, she saw two men smiling up at her. "Hey Molly, we were wondering if you wanted to go to France with us?" John asked. She nodded, "I would love to, but I dont want to ruin your special trip?" Sherlock scoffed, "Special trip? We're going for a case. Are you coming or not?" Molly was shocked, "Oh, uhm, yeah!" She grabbed a few things and walked out the door, locking it.
Sherlock flagged another cab, they all got in and Sherlock told him to take them to the airport. No one really talked during this cab ride, it was odd. All Sherlock did was think. Think about why everyone thought they were going on a special romantic trip. They weren't gay, or maybe he was. He really didn't know. He pondered on this awhile till John nudged him and told him they were there. "Ah yes..of course." He got out of the car and grabbed the tickets.
***(This is cut to when they arrive at France!!)***
John, Sherlock, and Molly where walking the streets. Molly struck up a conversation by saying, "Mind telling me a little about the case?" Sherlock smiled, "Ah, yes. Four missing boys, nobody knows what happened, if they got kidnapped/killed, or who the suspect is. We need to find out all of that and how the boys are connected, IF they are connected." John stopped in front of a small office, "This is it." They walked inside and met Ameris.
A small woman, about 5'2 greeted them, she was wearing her navy blue uniform it was decorated with lots of badges. "Ive been expecting you Mr. Holmes, and you Mr. Watson." She shook both of their hands and looked at Molly, who was awkwardly standing there, she reached out her hand. "Ameris Jones, and you are?"
Molly looked at her hand and shook it, "Er. Molly, Molly Hooper." She gave an awkward smile. She glanced at Sherlock. He got the message he said, "We'll be off now. It was nice meeting you." Seconds later the three of them were out of the building and onto the streets. "We've got to find out some information. John can you tell me who the suspect of interest is?" Sherlock asks John. John looks through the folder, "Yes his name is..., Gauthier Monty, 48 years of age, lives at 87 rue des Lacs. Molly could you GPS that or something?" She nodded and put in the address and showed it to Sherlock, he locked the map in his mind palace and nodded, "Lets go!" He began running and the others followed. He took a whole bunch of backalleys so they were there in 2 minutes. Sherlock knocked at the door.
A suprised, middle aged man opened the door. Sherlock looked him down, "Gauthier Monty?"..."...Yes, why?" the man didn't get an answer, just a shove from Sherlock and he pushed him away from the door to walk in. "Take a seat." Sherlock said as John moved a chair into the center of the room. "And remove that hand gun from your pocket, actually John remove it." John stepped forward and stuck his hand in the mans pocket to retrieve the gun and in return got punch in the face and cut by the man with his knife. But he did get the gun, he had thrown it to Molly.
Sherlock watched as the man punched and cut John. It really hurt him, it felt like someone he loved was dying, but he didn't love John--he couldn't. John was his a s s i t a n t. Nothing else. Or so he thought.
Molly had turned badass when John--her friend--got hurt. She put the gun to his head. "Drop all your weapons and sit in the god damn chair!" The man obeyed and sat in the chair. She still had the gun at him, "Any funny business and I'll have no problem pulling the trigger." The man nodded, "Why are you even here?" he questions.
While all that had happened John finally got up, wiping the blood off of him. "Mmh, ya know, youre lucky I'm used to that." He sat next to Sherlock. Sherlock asked if he was okay, truly worried about him. "Sherlock, I'm fine! pay attention to the man!" John yells at him. "Right, yes." He looked at the man, "Do you recognize any of these names?" He showed him a list of the four boys names. "I know one of them."
Sherlock raised a brow, "Which one?" The man said, "David Carter." John steps in, "How do you know him?"..."He was a student of mine." Sherlock scooted to the edge of the seat, "You were a teacher? Where did you teach?" He looked at him, "Yes. Riverdale High school."
"Noted." Sherlock smiled, "Were you too close? Did you ever teach him away from school?" The man paused, "Yes. I tought him and a few other students...we went to the park. Palm springs park." Sherlock chuckled, "Okay, thank you." He got up and walked out the door, John and Molly right behind him. "Stupid man..." Sherlock said quietly. Molly looked at him, "Why?". "He gave me all the information I needed. Did you see the weapons he had? He have two guns and three knives. His go to is a knife, did you see the way he cut John? He went for the throat. But he missed of course. Thats what he did to the boys, one by one. Slit their throats and shot them with his handgun if they didn't die. He had to finish him off somehow, couldn't let the world know he killed his student.  He dumped the bodies at Palm Springs Park. And he knew all the names, he looked at them too quickly and already came up with an answer. He didn't take his time to really look at them. Saying he only knew one would make him sound innocent." He said, ending with a scoff.
"So, tell Mrs. Jones where to actually did? Tell them who's guilty....have you found any connections between them yet?" John asked him. "I think I know, but I'm not certain. All of them knew/ saw him do something. He had to kill them so they wouldnt tell the world what he'd done." Molly nodded at him, "It makes sense.." Sherlock looks at her, "Also, that was amazing...what you did back there. Didn't know you were badass." He chuckled.
They went to Mrs. Jones, told her everything they knew. They eventually found the bodies, where Sherlock had said they'd be, Mr. Monty was arrested and charged with murder, and the case was closed.
The case may have been closed, but they still had the tonight and tommorrow until their plane flies back....
It was about 6:30 that night when they decided they should go out and get something to eat. The guys let Molly choose where to go. She choose 'Le Cinq'. It was a fancy restaurant--of course every resturant in France is fancy. When they arrived it was clear they didn't belong--All men where wearing tuxedos, and Sherlock and John were wearing their usual attire, while most women were wearing fancy dresses and Molly was wearing a T-Shirt and jeans.
They ordered their food and began eating, well Molly and John did. Sherlock didn't want to eat anything, said it would slow him down. After awhile the two finished eating and the left the resturant.
Molly was tired by the time they left the restaurant so she took a cab back to the hotel for a nap, hopefully she would come back later in the night.
Now Sherlock and John were...alone.
They walked through the backalleys(The streets were too crowded), the only thing in sight was each other. There was silence. Just silence, until a little voice said, "John?" This voice was Sherlocks. John stopped in his tracks and looked at Sherlock, he didn't say anything, he found himself lost in Sherlock gaze. Sherlock began leaning in, unaware of it. John did the same. They were in a kiss, not just a regular kiss,a very passionate kiss. Good thing there were no onlookers. John grabbed Sherlocks collar and pulled him down some so he could actually reach him, eventually giving up and placing his arms around his neck. Sherlock smiled is the kiss and placed his hands on John's waist, pulling him closer to himself. Sherlock unknowingly moaned out, "Mm, John~", John did the same just with Sherlocks name.
After awhile John finally broke the kiss for air. He looked into Sherlocks eyes, "Why did you do that?" Sherlocks looks back into his eyes, lost on words. "I-I...I don't know." John puts a finger on Sherlocks lips, "Its okay...shh...I actually enjoyed it." A smile grew on Sherlocks face, "You did?" John nodded.
John looked at him, "What does this mean?" Sherlock questioned him, "Hm?" John sighed, "For us. What does this mean for US?" "Ahh. Yes, it means:" He paused a minute, "John Hamish Watson, would you make me the happiest man alive, and be my boyfriend?"
A blush came upon both of their faces as John, excitedly, said Yes! Sherlock placed another small kiss on John's lips. "Take my hand." He said looking at John. "What?" John asked, "I said: Take my hand." John obeyed and took his hand. They walked back to the hotel.
Molly greeted them as they walked into the room. "How'd it go?" She asks them with a smile. "How did what go? Nothing even happened, what are you talking about?" John answered quickly with a nervous laugh. He walked away, "Im...gonna...er...take a shower! Yes, thats what I'm going to do." He walked to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. Molly looked confused, "I meant your walk?" Sherlock facedpalmed, "That asshole. The walk went great. And I can finally say something..." Molly smiled, "Say what?" A blush came to Sherlocks face, "He's mine."
A smile grew on Molly's face, "Finally!" She was happy for them, very happy actually, Sherlock has wanted John since the first day he met him. "Its official?" She asked Sherlock. He looked up at her, "The relationship? Yes, yes it is." A smirk was plastered on his face, "I also forgot to say, there was a kiss."
"A what?! You just...woah!" Molly was in shock, she didn't think Sherlock would be the kissing type.
John got dressed and walked out of the bathroom, "What are you guys talking about?"
"Absolutely nothing!" Sherlock said as fast as he could.

{To be continued...}