A/N: While I'm trying to get into the groove of writing regular stories again I thought that I could give ya'll a small Sherlock one-shot… it is a blink and you'll miss it Johnlock Chuck a review my way and don't forget to check out my other stories! Thanks! Ya'll are very much appreciated you have NO idea!
-Pinktron
"The thrill of the chase, the blood pumping through your veins… just the two of us against the rest of the world…"
The words rung through my ears as we ran down the street. It had been three months since my best friend had come back from the dead. I can still remember it as if it had just happened earlier today. He had come into the flat completely flushed, skinner than I remembered him, and covered in blood. He whispered my name before passing out on the living room floor. What a way to find out he was still alive huh? I hadn't had any way to prepare… I just had to help him… I was so angry, but I still cared… I still wanted that life… and I finally had a chance to get it back.
Now we are on the case again… serial killer of young girls. The suspect had seen us and my best friend had grabbed my hand and pulled me out the window and onto the street. As we ran the words echoed in my eras… "The thrill of the chase…." Oh yes, it was thrilling. In three years I had missed this so much. I missed going down dark corridors and slinking away from suspects…
…the blood pumping through your veins…" Sherlock stopped on a dime and threw his arm in front of my chest. He puts his fingers to his slightly parted lips telling me to be as quiet as death. I can feel the adrenaline in my bones. I missed the feeling.. the feeling of danger… the feeling of escape… that feeling of death just passing through my grasp… IT was something that I had only experienced with my consulting detective. It was a shared experience, because I know he likes it too… and he wouldn't want another partner/flat mate in this world… even if he pretends not to care.
"…Just the two of us against the rest of the world…." I missed it. Anyone could tell you I had been different since he came back. As we collapsed into 221 B Baker Street I sighed. The adrenaline rush was still there and I leaned my head against the wall and breathed. I missed this… I really did miss this. I had pretended to be mad, but the moment he presented me with a case… I could have never refused. There was nothing like running with Sherlock Holmes.. nothing like it before… and there will be nothing like it after….