I O NOT OWN SHERLOCK
This is a little oneshot of Lestrades view of John and Sherlocks love for each other, enjoy:*
I always knew there was something between Sherlock and John. It was the way they looked at each other and cared for each other. It took them ages to figure it out, and he was deep down glad he watched the realization of their feelings for each other. In the middle of the street with Sherlock bleeding from the stomach. He'd been stabbed.
Never do anything normal, these two.
They'd been chasing a murderer, obviously, you didn't have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure that out.
He'd had a weapon, and as one final act of defiance, he'd swiped at Sherlock, watched him fall to the ground, and then slit his own throat. Not a nice business, police work. It was glamorized by the media, but it wasn't all fancy cars and sunglasses.
Anyway, Sherlock had fell, and John had fallen with him, catching him before his head had hit the ground and caused more damage. It wasn't a deep cut, but I suppose John had seen blood on Sherlock and realized he loved him. I could feel Johns heart drop as tears began to over flow his eyes.
"Sherlock, no no" John said as he tried to cover the whole cut with his hand, I called the ambulance and told John. Sherlock then tried to speak.
"No no, don't say a word! Ok? Sherlock, the ambulance is on its way"
Sherlock said something resembling 'Oh John why? I don't need an ambulance' and John gave a nervous chuckle.
"You'll behave yourself in the hospital won't you?" John had started the cry a little.
"John I- I wish I'd" Sherlock stuttered out.
He looked down at his wound and looked at John, he mumbled something and John had physically frozen.
"I wish I'd kissed you as well" John said sounding incredibly dumb struck but confident at the same time.
Sherlock smiled and tilted his head a little and then they were kissing, lovingly. I couldn't help by smile, they been through so much together and deserved each other. They both deserved some happiness in their lives.
I looked away to find the ambulance driving up the street. John must of heard it to because he stopped kissing Sherlock (much to Sherlocks dislike, I could hear the whimper from here) and started the lie him down straight on the floor.
"Behave, I'll meet you at the hospital" John said.
It was heart breaking to watch their hands let go of the others as Sherlock was taken away on the stretcher.
Things changed from then on, they were both happier and Sherlock actually became better at his work. I never get bored of watching them walk hand in hand away from a solved case, and unable to take their eyes off each other.
