Sherlock and John walked through Scotland Yard, Lestrade had called them for a new case.
But this time, it was John who was buzzing with excitement.
As Sherlock rounded a corner, he noticed another three people giggling and nudging each other at the approaching two.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, but carried on after John.
They had been going out for a month or so, after he had accidently told John he liked him.
Best mistake of his life.
They finally got to Lestrade's office.
At once, he sees the group of people huddled there.
He narrowed his eyes.
He had a bad feeling about this.
Anderson was there, Molly, Mrs Hudson? Lestrade of course, Donovan, and a few others.
John suddenly spun around and dropped to one knee.
Sherlock stepped back a bit.
Whoa, what what what?
John was fumbling in his pocket, he brought out a little box, and opened it, looking up at Sherlock.
"Okay, Sherlock, I've loved you for a while, since we first met, actually. And," John swallowed. "And I was wondering if... If you would do me the honour of being my husband?"
Suddenly, Sherlock realised something.
Mycroft, his brother,literally the British Government, had made a new law. That Sherlock had completely ignored.
Gay marriage was legal.
Sherlock opened his mouth, and remembered to breath.
"W- Why would you want to marry me?"
And John's heart broke.