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"Of this is how it went, why would it go any other way? Honestly, the capability of New Scotland Yard makes me wonder if this city is truly sa-"
John cleared his throat.
Sherlock froze and then moved on to a completely different line of thought, not bothering to acknowledge Lestrade's shocked look.
John merely smiled calmly.
"Anderson why do you even bother with thi-" *cleared throat*
"Do not touch anything else, you'll contaminate it with your idioc-" *cleared throat*
"And that's how she died of asphyxiation," Sherlock concluded with a nod.
John was smiling still as Lestrade rubbed his temple. The end result had been completely easy for Sherlock to deduce. It wasn't even a level 3 in the end. But Sherlock had taken it for a reason and only John knew this.
While Scotland Yard was under the impression that John had some kind of control over 'the freak' - wretched name, the bastards - Sherlock, they really didn't know that Sherlock had the control. He was the one to strike up a deal with John and truly, the end results weren't terrible.
For every time John had to save Sherlock from insulting the members of the yard, Sherlock got a kiss behind closed doors.
The two flatmates made their way home, Sherlock surreptitiously clasping John's hand in his own.
At Baker Street, Sherlock gave John the look.
"Yes, yes, you tosser. You earned them."
Sherlock's self-satisfied smirk was telling as John leaned in to reward him with his kisses. One for every withheld insult. One for every cut off insult. His hands traveled carefully, mapping out Sherlock's chest.
"I approve of your magic fingers, John," came Sherlock's purring voice.
This would take a while.
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