A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! StiffPansycake requested this one a while ago and I finally finished it!! Enjoy<3

Mycroft swung open the door to his flat, tossing his keys on the small table by the door and setting his briefcase on the floor.

"Honey, you're home." He heard Greg call from the sitting room. "You have company."

"Company?" He followed the sound of his lover's voice, walking into the sitting room. When he caught sight of who was sitting in his favorite armchair, he felt his stomach tighten in fear.

"Hello Mr. Holmes. Did you miss me?"

"Not in the slightest."

"Oh, that hurts. Must you wound me so?"

"What do you want Moriarty?" The snarky man grinned, twirling one of Mycroft's favorite pens in his fingers. He risked a glance towards Greg, finding the man sitting in his own chair, looking incredibly tense. He had his gun out of its holster, resting on the arm of the chair.

"A few of us have some, concerns."

"Concerns about what?"

"The Detective and his Doctor." Mycroft felt his pulse increase at the mention of his younger brother.

"What about them?"

"You might want to sit for this Love." Greg piped up, earning a glare from Moriarty. Mycroft followed the instruction, sitting on the sofa, as close to Greg as he could get.

"You, Mr. Holmes, are going to help us play cupid."

John was walking home from the store when his phone went off.

Dr. Watson – JM

Long time, no see – JM

Who is this? – JW

Did you miss me? – JM

John felt a cold flash of fear pass through his gut.

Get in the car Dr. Watson – JM

Sherlock needs you – JM

An intimidating black car pulled up beside him, the door swinging open. He glanced around before climbing in, wishing he had his gun.

Sherlock was at Baker Street, waiting for John to get home from the shops, when the ever-familiar ringtone of Irene Adler came from his cell.

Hello Gorgeous – IA

I know you probably won't respond, but a friend of mine has a message for you – IA

He ignored her texts, as he always did. The next one he received was a video message.

The thumbnail was John.

A sense of panic gripped him as he clicked on the file.

He saw John, shifting nervously in the back of what looked like a Town-car. He looked concerned and terrified.

"Sherlock." A familiar, terrifying voice filled the speakers. "Did you miss me?"

"No." He whispered, struggling to breathe.

"Oh yes. I have your blogger!" Moriarty sang, sending a chill down Sherlock's spine. "You had better hurry, I'm bored and John looks downright enticing in that blue shirt." The video cut out, leaving the detective on the verge of hyperventilating.

He immediately called Mycroft.

"Hello Brother Mine."

"Moriarty has John."

"I am aware."

"What?" Sherlock's head was spinning. What the hell was going on?

"He intercepted the car I sent to retrieve the Doctor. We are working on tracking him now."

"Why, in the name of all hell, would you want to talk to John today?"

"Greg wanted to go to the pub with him."

"Was he aware of this?"

"I believe so."

"Find him Mycroft, or so help me God-"

"I have his co-ordinates. Sending them to you now." Sherlock hung up the phone and ran from the flat, praying he wasn't too late.

The car deposited John outside an abandoned warehouse, where he was escorted into an empty room. The door was slammed shut behind him, leaving him alone in the dim lighting.

"Hello, Mr. Watson." A vaguely familiar voice came over the intercom. "Long time, no see." John scanned his memory banks to try to place the voice.

"Where is Sherlock?"

"Oh, he will be here shortly. Just relax Mr. Watson."

"It's Doctor Watson." John grumbled, glaring up at the camera in the corner.

He paced the length of the room, his fingers clenching and un-clenching as he tried to remain calm.

He paced for what felt like hours, controlling his breathing and trying to plan his escape.

Sherlock found the address, pulling the gun he had hidden in his trousers out just in case. He pushed open the door, stepping into the darkness. He tried desperately to see, but his eyes were taking their time adjusting.

Pain flowered at the base of his skull as his vision turned white.

When Sherlock came to, he found himself for confused than ever.

He was lying on a sofa, arms and legs unbound. He could hear a faint voice calling his name.

"Sherlock? Sherlock, talk to me." It was John. John was alive. He was okay. Sherlock forced himself awake, opening his eyes to find John seated on the couch beside him.

"J-John?"

"Hey, how're you feeling?"

"My head hurts and I'm a little confused."

"You and me both." John chuckled, brushing a curl off Sherlock's forehead. The detective felt a swell of affection for the shorter man. He offered him a gentle smile, the smile he kept reserved for John and Mrs. Hudson.

The pair was jolted out of their thoughts by the door slamming open. They watched with increasing confusion as a line of people entered the room, lead by Mycroft and Lestrade.

Soon enough, John and Sherlock were staring back at the familiar faces of some of the worst criminals they had ever faced. Moriarty, Irene Adler, and Culverton Smith all grinned back at them. Mycroft looked bored and Lestrade looked uncomfortable.

"W-what the-" John started, but he was cut off by Lestrade.

"Just let them talk John." John screwed his face up and glared at the group, crossing his arms and positioning himself almost defensively in front of his friend. Sherlock huffed at the action and swung himself into a sitting position.

"What the hell is going on Mycroft?"

"Well, Brother Dear, it would appear that you two have frustrated certain parties with your, antics."

"What?"

"Boys," Irene spoke up, her voice the usual seductive drawl that sent an unpleasant chill along Sherlock's spine. "This, is an intervention." The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds while John and Sherlock processed the information.

"A-an intervention?" John felt a spark of frustration. "What's wrong? Not a fan of us putting you all in prison? There is a much easier option than staging an intervention you know. Stop breaking the fucking law!" Sherlock snorted in laughter, catching sight of Lestrade also fighting a giggle.

"Oh, do calm down Mr. Watson-"

"Doctor Watson!" Culverton glared at John's interruption, but continued speaking.

"It's nothing like that."

"Then what the fuck are we doing that is so bad you lot need to intervene?"

"It's not so much what you are doing, and more of what you're not doing." Moriarty spoke, his voice sending a spark of discomfort along the blogger's spine. John was thoroughly confused at this point. He looked at Sherlock, only to find that the detective was as confused as he was.

"And what, pray tell, is that?"

"Dating." Sherlock felt John freeze beside him. His cheeks flushed and his posture straightened.

"W-what?"

"Dating, the two of you." Greg clarified, looking even more uncomfortable than before.

"I don't understand." John ran his fingers through his hair, breathing out a heavy sigh.

"You should put that on a t-shirt." Everyone including Sherlock and Lestrade intonated, earning a glare from the doctor.

"W-why- what- I-I don't- "John stood, pacing in front of Sherlock. It felt as though the walls were tightening around him. He spent so many years burying his feelings for his flatmate, confident that no one knew how he felt. This couldn't be happening.

"I'm going to clear this up right away." Irene spoke up, impatience tainting her voice. "I have to meet a client in an hour and this is boring." She stepped up to John, grabbing him by the shoulders and spinning him to face Sherlock. "John Watson, that man, is not only a raging homosexual, but also madly in love with you. And in turn, Sherlock Holmes, this man, is not only a severely confused bisexual, but also madly in love with you." She shoved John so he landed, rather unceremoniously, in Sherlock's lap. She turned and stalked away, making her way through the door.

The silence that filled the room was horrendously uncomfortable.

"You two are going to stay here until you have sorted everything out. Childcare has been provided for your daughter, and Greg had put a hold on any cases you would be interested in. I will text you in a couple of hours to check on your progress." Mycroft said brusquely before turning and walking out of the room, Lestrade and Culverton following close behind.

"There's condoms and lube in the drawer." Moriarty spoke in a stage whisper as he too, left, closing the heavy door behind him.

They were alone.

John became aware that he was still on Sherlock's lap, pushing himself off and straightening his shirt. They sat in an uncomfortable silence for a long while, both trying to gather their thoughts.

"John-"

"You're gay?"

"Really John? Out of everything Ms. Adler just spouted, that is what you take away?"

"Sherlock!"

"Sorry." John ran his fingers through his hair, huffing out a deep breath and pacing the small room, hands shaking as he fought to calm himself.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Don't turn this back on me! You're the one that said you were 'married to your work' and that 'everything else is transport!'"

"You're the one that always insisted that you 'aren't gay!'" Sherlock stood, tugging at his curls in frustration.

"That's because I'm not! And for the record, I'm not a 'severely confused bisexual.' I'm just a very frustrated bisexual."

"Why the fuck would you have any reason to be frustrated? You're the one that hooked up with every other woman that came along!"

"Oi! I stopped hooking up with people after Sarah, because you didn't like it!"

"You got married John!"

"You. Fucking. Killed yourself!" Sherlock froze, feeling his heart clench at those words. They hadn't truly discussed The Fall, and this was not how he imagined this conversation going. "What the hell was I supposed to do Sherlock? You left me still believing that you had no interest in romance or love. You died and I had to move on. Then you came back and I was so angry."

"John-"

"No. I need to talk right now Sherlock." Sherlock nodded, tears in his eyes and an apology on his lips. "Y-you left me." John's voice broke and he crumbled, placing a hand over his eyes and sobbing. Sherlock closed the gap between them, gathering his flatmate in his arms and holding him as tightly as he could.

"I-I'm so sorry John." He whispered, allowing himself to gently kiss the top of the shorter man's head. John fit so perfectly against him, like they were made for each other. He felt John press against him, wrapping his arms around Sherlock's waist and pulling him closer. "I thought- I was certain that I had told you, so many times, but you never said anything. I assumed that you just weren't interested in me. I realized at your wedding that I hadn't actually said anything, but by then it was too late." John pulled back and looked up at Sherlock, his eyes puffy with tears and a soft smile on his lips. "You were happy with Mary, you wouldn't have spoken to me if I had told you then." The smile on the shorter man's lips fades and he shakes his head, placing a hand on the detective's cheek. "I'm so sorry John."

"It is what it is." John whispered, pulling Sherlock down to catch his lips in a soft kiss. It was short, tender, and a little awkward, but it was everything either man had ever dreamed of.

John sighed and grinned cheekily up at Sherlock, cheeks flushed and eyes glinting with mischief.

"Text your brother and tell him we are ready to go home." Sherlock caught the hint in John's voice and couldn't contain the whine that built in the back of his throat.

"Why? There are-"

"Sherlock, I'm going to stop you right there. First, our first time together is not going to be on a sofa in an abandoned warehouse. Second, do you really believe Moriarty and Irene aren't taping this?"

"Why would Moriarty want to watch us have sex?"

"Seriously? That guy has had a hard-on for you for years." Sherlock flushed before kissing John again, this one needier and filled with promise.

"Fair point." He scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket and shoot a text to Mycroft.

Can we leave now? – SH

Are you two together now? – M

Yes. And I would very much like to get him home so he can shag me properly – SH

We have been waiting long enough – SH

Please don't feel obligated to tell me about your plans for Dr. Watson. Your car is ready – M

You've got to let us out – SH

The door has been unlocked the entire time Brother Mine – M

"Let's go home John."

"Right behind you Love."