Unlocked.

Chapter Seventeen - The Game Is On.

 "Who is he?" Sherlock asked me as I helped them set Liem down on the clear kitchen table.

I helped John rip off his shirt, to see how deep the wound was of course.

"This is Liem." I replied simply.

"The guy who left you?" He asked worriedly. 

"Yes." I reply. 

"Now's not the time to chat. Keyland get me our med kit." John barks. 

I obediently hurried over to the bathroom Sherlock following close behind.

"That's Liem?!" He hissed. 

"Yeah...why what's wrong with him?" I ask, rummaging around under the sink for the med kit. 

"Its just.... you made him seem a LOT older.... and less...." Sherlock rambles. 

"Less what?" I ask. 

"Attr......Muscular..." He catches himself. 

"Seriously Sherlock?!" I replied rolling my eyes and brushing past him. I rushed to the kitchen to give John the supplies he needed.

"He was shot." John says suddenly. 

"Shot?!" I exclaim. 

"In the side. And it was more of a graze but out biggest problem right now is blood." John replies.

"Blood loss. Is the leading cause of a gun shot fatality." Sherlock agreed.

"What do we do?!" I panic. 

"He has lost a lot of blood. If we don't get a transfusion he won't even make it to a hospital." John replied. 

I paused remembering something. "His blood type is AB! Just like yours Sherlock."

"What are you saying?" Sherlock snarls. 

"Please Sherlock save him. For me!" I beg. 

"Well?" John asks.

"Of course," He replies with a heavy sigh.

I stand up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He blushes. 

"I wouldn't let an innocent man die...I mean come on you two give me some credit." He says sitting down in the kitchen chair next to Liem. I smile at him as John starts the transfusion.

How did I end up with such a caring man? I'm not stupid I know Sherlock is jealous, but he is a good man. So vastly different from Jim.

I'm too involved in my own thoughts to realize that as I stare at Sherlock he is staring back. As soon as I clue in, I notice how dilated his pupils are...No, it couldn't be.

Suddenly Sherlock's phone rings.

I jump.

"Keyland could you get that for me?" Sherlock asks, beet red.

"Sure!" I squeak.

"Sherlock's phone." I answer. 

"Oh my gosh. Keyland?!" Lestrade gasped.

"Uh hi Lestrade!" I say awkwardly. 

"It's been forever! You are back from Ireland now? And you know about Sherlock? Bloody hell I'm going to kill him for not telling me you were back!" Lestrade exclaims. 

" Yeah... Uh so what's up Lestrade?" I sigh. 

"Oh. Uh there has been another murder." Greg replies nonchalantly. 

"Let me just get Sherlock." I reply.

"Okay." He agrees. 

"Let me guess another of the unrelated murders that Graham has a 'feeling' about?" Sherlock sighs dramatically. 

"First off it's Greg. Secondly usually his hunches can be trusted." I reply honestly. 

"Urg, fine give me the phone." He says impatiently holding out his free hand. 

I hand him the phone.

Sherlock listens for a moment. 

"Yes. Keyland and I will be right there." Sherlock said with a cheeky grin as he hung up his phone.

"Sherlock Holmes! Who said I'd be joining you?! I can't leave Liem!" I exclaim. 

"Sure you can. John is a great Doctor." Sherlock smiles. 

John sighs. "I was just going to take him to the hospital anyways..."

"Er...John don't hate me but... he is kind of on the lam..." I reply awkwardly. 

"So no hospitals?" John sighs. 

"I'm sorry." I say scratching the back of my neck. 

"I mean he should be okay. I was just going to bring him in for a check up anyways. We will be okay here, go with Sherlock." John replies. 

"Fine." I sighed as John unhooked Sherlock from the transfusion thing.

"Come on Keyland. The game is on!" Sherlock announced grabbing my hand.