After a half hour of Molly combing through Sherlock's hair and a hour of Sherlock and Molly inspecting all of his clothing, they finally found something. It was a spoor from a plant found in China.

"That makes absolutely no sense! I would no if I had been in China! I was absolutely still in London!" Sherlock ranted.

"Maybe there are some places in Chinatown that sell the plant?" Molly said.

"Molly your a genius! There was a mob 'The Black Lotus' that had an operation in Chinatown a few years ago and had ties to Moriarty. Only Mycroft said that they had been dismantled. I have to go."

And with that the detective sprinted out of the room, but not before saying thank you and giving Molly a kiss on the check.

About halfway to Chinatown some of Sherlock's wounds started hurting and we vomited in the back of a cab, which he was then kicked out of. He thought about getting another cab to Chinatown but decided he wasn't in the best shape to be undercover and headed home.

John was siting in his chair trying to write on his blog when Sherlock walked in.

"Finally! Where the hell have you been?" He shouted. "You shouldn't leave the flat after leaving the hospital so soon!"

"John I do believe that's no concern of yours."

"No concern! Of course it's my bloody concern not only am I supposed to be taking care of you as your doctor but your also my friend!"

"Oh I see we dropped the best. What drug addicts aren't good for your image?" Sherlock said as he hung up his coat.

"At least your admitting it now!"

"That was not an admittance. Excuse me" Sherlock walked into the kitchen, headed towards the bathroom and was followed by John.

"No! You don't get to just run off from the argument not after what you did!" John shouted. Sherlock shot around and went right up to John's face

"Did what John? Are you talking about my cocaine use? My running off without consulting you first? Or what you did in the stairwell." Sherlock's voice was cold and harsh.

"What I! What you! That was not me! That was, that was you that wasn't um no that wasn't anything, that was just, that was um that was nothing."

John continued blubbering for a few seconds before Sherlock cut in.

"That was you bridging a gap, and thinking about kissing me! Don't think so? Check your pulse doctor I believe it's quickened since I got closer."

And with that he walked into the bathroom and shut the door. He really had no idea if John's heart rate had quickened or not and he was positive that John had no intention of ever kissing Sherlock in the stairs, but he knew saying those things would make John shut up and walk away so the detective could puke in private. John walked away with his fingers on his neck.

--

The next day Sherlock still wasn't feeling well but decided to go to Chinatown anyway. He had decided to just walk around and see if he saw anyone he recognized, possibly from the kidnapping. He walked around for a good 2 hours before he spotted one of the men that had beaten him. He was talking to someone but Sherlock couldn't tell who, until they handed him a pile of cash.

'Must be Moriarty, paying him for his services.'

The goon walked away first, a minute or so later the one who had payed him walked away and Sherlock could see him clearly.

'So he does work for Moriarty! I should have figured this out sooner! I was so jealous I didn't even look past the possibility that he was dating John! I never checked up on him! STUPID! Oh Moriarty is good, inserting a pawn into Scotland Yard! I should have realized when I met him, it never would have taken this long for me to see if it wasn't for John's relationship to him! This is why sentiment is always found on the losing team!"

Sherlock thoughts were racing. Jake! Jake did indeed work for Moriarty! And he didn't know before the hospital because he was to busy with sentiment.

"Caring is not an advantage" Mycroft's words ran through his mind. But now that he knew Jake was a part of Moriarty's operation and still in London, he had an advantage. If Sherlock played his cards right, Jake would lead him right to Moriarty.

Sherlock followed Jake for a while until he went into a store. Sherlock entered, threw a few thing in a basket and then 'casually' bumped into Jake.

"Oh sir I am so sorry, oh it's you hello Jake, fancy bumping into you here." Sherlock said cheerfully. Jake looked up surprised,

"Oh um hello Sherlock, yes isn't this odd, mainly because I thought you were still in the hospital."

"Oh well I got out early for good behavior" Sherlock laughed "Lestrade told me you were headed off to Cardiff."

"Oh well my mum got sick and she's here so I thought I would stick around until she's better."

"How thoughtful of you. It was also very thoughtful of you to come see me in the hospital 'and put a dirty syringe in my pocket' I'm so glad we are on good terms now" Sherlock smiled.

"Especially for John's sake" Jake said.

"Especially! You now John really doesn't tell me much about his personal life and vise-versa" There was a brief moment of fear on Jake's face as he realized perhaps John wasn't his best target. Sherlock continued "So were the rumors true?"

"What rumors?" Jake asked playing dumb.

"About you two, um how do I put this, shagging?" Sherlock whispered.

"What oh no there was nothing between us." laughed Jake.

'Hmm good we are off that course of torture' thought Sherlock.

"No I like my men taller, smarter and with darker hair" Jake smiled.

'Oh dear God, I think I liked the other route better'.

Jake and Sherlock walked around Chinatown for a while talking. Well Sherlock was talking, Jake, who had apparently changed his attack plan, was flirting. After a bit Sherlock decided he would have to play along if he wanted any information on Moriarty. After an hour of nonstop flirting, Jake declared he was hungry. "Oh well why don't you come over to Baker St. and John can whip up something." Of course Jake agreed, a chance to go into 221B, no one working closely with Moriarty would pass that up.

In the cab it was quite for a few minutes before,

"It's pretty hot in here" Jake said.

"I would tell you to take your shirt off, but I'm sure it would only make it hotter." Sherlock tried

Jake laughed "Sherlock Holmes, are you trying to get me naked?"

"Just want you to be comfortable."

"You are a troublemaker."

"You have no idea."

Sherlock had never really flirted before and was trying his hardest. He wasn't sure if he was saying the right things, so for some extra help for everything he said he dropped his voice and spoke slowly. It was coming off as quite sensual but he had not realized that he had crossed the line quite a few times.

"So Sherlock, boxers or briefs?"

"Boxer briefs. And you?"

"You'll have to find that out for yourself." Jake said smoothly, sliding closer to Sherlock.

"Intriguing," Sherlock said placing his hand on Jake's knee. He leaned in closer, putting his mouth right next to Jake's ear and whispering "But you have to have known, I've already deduced it."

"So you've been starring?" Jake said turning to face Sherlock, his eyebrows raised.

"There's not much I like more than a well tailored pair of trousers."

That was true, the consulting detective hated baggy pants, but had no idea the message he had been sending. At most he was just trying to mimic things he had seen on the crap telly John made him watch.

--

When they got back to the flat, Sherlock opened the door and called to John. No answer.

"Oh I guess he's not home" Sherlock said as he closed the door and began to take of his coat.

Before Sherlock's coat was even on the rack Jake pushed his mouth onto Sherlock's and pinned Sherlock against the wall. Sherlock was rather taken a back and had no idea what to do! Obviously he had snogged before but never with someone he didn't like at least a little bit.

Hormones were firing through Sherlock and he couldn't think, so he kissed back. The only thing he could think of was John as he stood with his body against Jake's. The kiss was fast and hungry, Jake craving the brilliant man before him. Sherlock's thoughts consumed by his blogger.
Jake moved his mouth down Sherlock's neck, gently sucking until he hit the detective's sweet spot. As Jack's kisses became more aggressive, Sherlock found himself breathing fast and heavy, and melting into the man holding him against the wall with his hips.

Jake's lips met back with Sherlock's and were greeted enthusiastically. He started to unbutton the detective's shirt but impatiently ripped it off and the it to the ground.

"Easy, Jake." Sherlock managed to get out between kisses.

"You don't need to deuce me Sherlock, I think it's clear what I want to do with you."

Jake began kissing down Sherlock's chest while simultaneously unbuttoning his trousers.

'This is too far!' thought Sherlock.

Just as the fresh university grad's mouth reached Sherlock's pantline, he put his hands on Jake's shoulders to stop him. But before he could the door opened and John walked into 221B.