(Hi this is a one-shot and my first elementary story so pleases review and let me know what you think :P)

(Based after season one Moriarty is in prison but there is a new criminal on the run. Also Sherlock and Joan have had a few intimate moments but have never acted on them till now!)

(DISCLAIMER)

I own nothing just the plot and some characters I made up!

"Watson...Watson" Sherlock shouted "Please it's important"

Joan came down the stairs a cardigan wrapped tightly around her as her legs began to form goose bumps.

"Sherlock its cold and snowing and we can't get out until the locksmith comes because someone decided to hide the key then accidently throw it away!" Joan said harshly looking at Sherlock bitterly.

"I erm... I have a gift for you" he took a pause "I erm I know this sounds weird but I really like you " Sherlock admitted.

"And I like you too" Joan said smiling a deep demonising truth buried with the souls of her eyes.

"No Joan I erm ... I think I...I love you" Sherlock almost shocked at how easy it untwined from his tongue.

"Sherlock?" Joan asked shocked and unsure. "Is this some joke?"

"NO I... That's why I shouted for you I bought you this but with everything with Moriarty and now Sykes I haven't had time." Sherlock informed.

"Sherlock what are you talking about?" Joan interrupted.

Sherlock reached into his pocket and pulled out a long thin box.

"I've being watching you and I have noticed you wore a gold necklace until it got stolen and I haven't ever seen you wear silver so I got you this" he said handing over the box.

Joan looked at the box then back at the scraggy haired British man her eyes widening as she opened the box revealing a gold pleated chain with a small gold cage hanging off it inside a bee welded into a flying stanza.

"Sherlock this must have cost a fortune you didn't have to you know" Joan informed a proud Watson.

"The look on your face says I did well and you deserve it I want you to wear it always and always think of me" Sherlock whispered into her ear as he got closer to her, looping his arms around her waist as he turned her towards him placing his slightly dry lips on her soft wanting lips.

Her arms snaked around his neck pulling him in closer willing the kiss to last longer despite the lack of oxygen; his hand crawled up her back tangling in her jet black locks.

Pulling away unwillingly Sherlock took the chain out of Joan's hands he went behind her as she lifted her dark hair, locking the custom made chain around her neck he placed a gently kiss in the middle sending joyful shivers down her spine.

Their intimate moment was soon over when Sherlock's phone began ringing. Both Sherlock and Joan rolled their eyes in frustration. Answering the phone Sherlock soundly slightly annoyed.

"Yes Gregson?"

"Holmes we need you to come in we have a new crime scene from Sykes." Gregson replied.

"Watson and I will be in shortly"

Sherlock turned to Joan with a sadness seeping into his eyes. Joan nodded and proceeded to grab her long brown coat.

At the station…

The new couple stood in the elevator side by side.

"I can't believe you made me climb out of the back window" Joan whispered to Sherlock who had and amused, smug smile on his face.

Sherlock walked into Gregson's office with Watson close behind fiddling with her necklace.

"Sherlock, Watson" the detective greeted.

They both nodded towards him.

"We have reason to believe he is targeting some one close to you he left you this riddle" Gregson informed passing over a photo with writing spelt with blood.

"I want protection for Watson immediately" Sherlock burst out.

He handed the picture over, it took Watson a few seconds to realize how he knew Sykes was after her but that's until she saw it in the corner of the puddle of blood after the writing "I'm coming so you better hide because you cant run its someone you love, you trust is it Gregson is it bell is it your maid" then there it lay a bee drawn in blood detailed to a maximum.

Joan instantly felt the chain and looked into Sherlock's grey eyes. Concern filled them Concern and fear a fear of losing the one and only true love.

Gregson ordered the secret couple to go home.

"I will have to uniforms outside the brownstone as you arrive you are not to go anywhere without a mobile understand?" Gregson asked.

Sherlock was already making his way to the elevator but Joan stood and nodded before exiting