Few hours later they released me from the police station. I took the tube home and was so happy to be able to sleep on a decent bed again.

Entering my flat I spotted a giant flower bouquet on the coffee table. "Oh, I wonder who left this for me.." I mumbled sarcastically to myself. I walked over to smell the flowers and found a little card attached to it. 'BE MINE – J.M.' My heart started to beat a little faster.

He probably did this all the time, scaring his victims and pretending he cared. He's just manipulating me with these 'gifts'.

And yet I couldn't bring myself to throw them away, the flowers were beautiful.

A day later John texted me to ask if he could come over that evening. I always enjoyed his company so I agreed, but first I put the flowers in the guest room, there was no need to tell him about those.

At eight that night my doorbell rang and I buzzed him in, opening the door for him. I heard the sound of footsteps and his metal support. He entered my flat and hugged me tightly. I closed the door again and we sat down on the comfortable (f/c) sofa. I explained everything that happened at the hospital, but carefully leaving out the part where I kissed that criminal again.

John listened to me but moved his eyebrows in disbelief a couple of times. He then started examining my face and the marks on my wrists.
"I'm fine, they took good care of me in the hospital." I tried to pull my wrists back into my lap. "Come on, let me see. I'm a military doctor, you know" He carefully touched my wrists again. "Ooh in that case, doctor, examine away." I laughed but winced a little when he ran his finger over the cuts. "Sorry," he mumbled, and took my wrist to his face, gently placing a kiss on it.

My eyes softened and heart started beating faster again, this time for a different man.
John looked at me with his radiant eyes and leaned towards me. Time slowed down as his lips met mine. He was gentle in kissing me, trying not to hurt me as his hands moved up to cup my face. A low humming sound escaped his lips. When he broke our touch he looked a bit shy.

"I-I didn't see that coming." I stuttered, still a bit confused on what happened. "Mmyeah, that wasn't the plan, haha" John bit on his lower lip, "I know you said you weren't ready. But I just had to kiss you." I couldn't blame him, I wanted to do the same thing since I met him. But it was a little more complicated now, as I couldn't help but compare his lips to James'. John was much softer and careful, where Moriarty just took want he wanted when he wanted.

I can't believe I'm stuck between two men. But I'll probably never see Moriarty again so why not go for the sweet man sitting right next to me?

"I think Moriarty won't be a problem anymore," John said, like he read my thoughts. "He knows now he can't get to Sherlock through you, cause you're too strong. And if he even tries again we'll be waiting." "Thank you," I answered, "for helping me and being my friend. And for kissing me, that was nice too," I giggled. "I can do all that again," John smirked and moved closer again to put his arms around my waist, kissing me.

After a very nice evening of talking and a cheeky kiss here and there, he left to help Sherlock with a new case. I decided to draw and let some of the emotions from my kidnapping out onto the paper.

A few weeks later

John phoned me on Friday, asking if I wanted to have a drink after work with Lestrade and Molly. I excitedly agreed, I've heard great things about Molly and was happy to meet another woman instead of being surrounded by men all the time.

The sky was turning dark blue when I walked over to the pub, tugging on my coat to close it. Entering I saw people sitting at the bar, shouting at a football match. I walked further down and I grinned, a grey DI was already chugging down a pint in the corner booth. Sitting down, he was halfway with the drink. "How are you?" He asked with genuine curiosity. "I'm doing well! Work is great and I started painting again."

John and Molly arrived shortly after. Introducing me to her I could already tell she was an amazing woman. She smiled brightly and sat next to me as we started talking.

Many beers and hilarious moments later, I took Molly and a tipsy John out onto the small dance floor. Greg didn't want to 'ruin his reputation' as he slowly slurred at me. We had a great time dancing to the mainstream songs, and singing along with the golden oldies.

At three in the morning I walked to my flat, while holding John by the arm so I wouldn't fall over.

"Thanks for walking me home," I said while trying to move my hand inside my bag and grab the key thingy. "Y'welcome," John replied as he placed a quick kiss on my lips.
I giggled and opened the door. "D'you wanna come in?" I said with a cheeky smile."Hhmm, noo, that wouldn't end well, d'yu-you'll take advantage of me"

John leaned towards the door frame, grinning like an idiot. "Haha fine then, get home safe allright?" I watched the blond man walk away, swaying a little but steadying himself with his arm stretched out in the air. Slowly I walked upstairs into my flat, got out of my clothes and put on a long shirt. I drank some water and fell down on my bed, immediately falling asleep.