Johnlock Oneshots

interview

john sat in the chair with a heavy sigh, resting his cane against it. he looked at the young boy in front of him and smiled.

"thank you again, doctor watson, for agreeing to this interview." he said.

"thought it was time to come out with a story about that tedious man." he said, getting a small laugh from the boy.

"so, where do you want to start?" the boy asked, flipping open his spiral and taking a pen out of his shirt pocket.

"let's start with the case. we recived a text from an unknown number, and from there we traced it."

sherlock sat at the desk, typing quickly as he was close to tracking where the number was sent from while john was working with mycroft in the kitchen.

"traced it." sherlock announced as he stood up, picking the laptop up. he walked into the kitchen and switched it out for his brother's laptop, starting the next task of the tracking.

"that's the pool. the pool where we met moriarty." john said and looked up at sherlock.

sherlock nodded and set mycroft's laptop down on the table, showing the other men the cctv. "he's back."

both mycroft and john's faces went blank as they watched the cctv of moriarty walking around the tube station.

"we spent endless nights and days, looking for jim."

"did you find him?"

"questions later."

"right."

"now at the time, my daughter was a big help. she had the fresh set of ideas out of us lot."

"dad, look." rosie said as she traced something out on the map that was pinned to the wall. both sherlock and john stopped what they were doing as they watched their daughter. "it's a web." she said as she stepped off the sofa. "like dad said when he went to court, jim moriarty is a spider; a spider at the centre of a web."

sherlock stepped up and looked at the map closer. "a criminal web with a thousand threads and he knows precisely how each and every single one dances." sherlock said, quoting himself. "the lines connect to each homeless network, creating a web and in the center," he said and took the marker from rosie, "is the boss." he said and marked in the center of the web. "the london eye."

john went over to the desk and opened his laptop. "this got left on the website." he said and showed them the laptop. "it's in greek, i have no idea what is says. i did put it in a translator and it says something about the london eye."

"so that's who was behind the terroist attack?"

"what did i say?"

"sorry, sir."

"we got in contact with him and met him at the pool."

john put a vest on under his shirt, handing one to sherlock. "don't need it."

"sherlock. we don't know who this is. you can't talk them out of it." john said and nudged the detective with the vest. "put the damn thing on." he said and shoved it into his chest before walking out to the landing.

sherlock rolled his eyes and set the vest on the table, heading out of the flat behind john.

they reached the pool, both of them staying close to one another while mycroft and rosie were watching through the cameras. the door swung open and a boy appear, in his mid twenties and looked like moriarty, but it wasn't. he walked around the pool and stood a few feet in front of john and sherlock with that shit eating grin that moriarty always had.