Originally finished 2014 July 25 but forgot to post. My first attempt at a 221b ficlet.
Despite John's best efforts, Sherlock continues to be 'a bit not good' from time to time. More than that, the doctor is tired of the way they dance around each other. Too many long looks, lingering touches, breathless moments of 'almost' during cases. Captain Watson has had quite enough; he's just not quite sure exactly how to move past the damage "I'm married to my work" and "I'm not gay" has caused. Then, one day, he walks past a shop and he knows exactly how to kill two birds with one stone. The detective isn't even home when John returns to 221B, and he lays out his purchase on Sherlock's bed.
The next morning, he's woken with an exuberant "Case, John!", and he barely has time to get dressed before they're out the door. But he does remember to pocket the little accessory before he leaves his room. Neither of them act any different on the way to the crime scene, and the doctor can't help but wonder if his unspoken request (demand?) was followed or ignored. They're only at the crime scene for two minutes before Sherlock is unreasonably rude, and John hits the ON button he's been thumbing in his pocket since they've arrived. The normally graceful detective suddenly stumbles mid-flounce.
Lestrade looks concerned. Sherlock flushes. John beams.
FIN
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