Love In an Elevator

"We're going to be late Sherlock." John was tugging a coat on, trying to spur Sherlock into action.

"Hmmm, but its not a very interesting case, is it? Just a run of the mill drive-by. We'll be back before lunch." Sherlock mumbled from the couch.

"Only if you move..." John was about ready to leave without him, when Sherlock finally stood, grabbed his coat and scarf, and promptly walked out. John followed after, walking only just down the road to the scene. On arrival, Sherlock, promptly announced that the shooter did know the victim, and that he was right handed, white, originally from France, roughly 40, and balding. The boys were just wrapping up when Gregg approached them.

"Morning, gents." He said, taking a sip from his coffee mug.

"Hmmm." Sherlock responded in his usual way, and John shot Gregg an apologetic look.

"Well, I need you guys to come in today, if you can. To the station, I mean. We're all meeting up on the 7th floor for some sort of staff meeting and they need you two there because of how many cases you've worked. 2 o'clock. Cn you make it?" Gregg spoke quickly, glancing from John to Sherlock.

"Of corse we can. But we must be going." And with that Sherlock stood and walked of toward 221b.

2 o'clock came so much faster than it should have, after hours of the two men severally working on their blogs and experiments. The cab took the to the front of the police building, and after a quick security check, they were in. Weaving thru the metal and brick maze, Sherlock was taking mental notes of everything they walked past. Posters, people, water fountains, desks, walls. The stair were no option for John's leg, so it was to the elevator to get to the meeting. There was no one else on the elevator, which meant it would probably a long, quiet ride to the top. Around the fifth floor, the elevator made a terribly loud creaking noise, accompanied by a sudden stop.

"Are we there?" John looked around the elevator, wondering why they had stopped but the doors hadn't opened.

"Something has jammed, we're stuck." Sherlock announced without any reaction.

"Stuck? But, for how long?"

"Oh, maybe 10 minutes, 15 at best. Might as well relax, John. We're not going anywhere." Sherlock looked at him. "You look so wonderful when your worried."

John and Sherlock had been dating for about a month now, John being less comfortable with it than Sherlock, who didn't seem to notice. "Oh, be quiet."

Sherlock came over came over to where John was leaning against the elevator door. "And even more delicious when your annoyed." He purred. John was lost in Sherlock's aura, leaning forward against him. Sherlock grabbed johns arms and held them over his head. John locked his lips onto Sherlock, bucking against each other, lost in each other. Sherlock moved on to John's neck, and both men were moaning against each other.

"I... Want ... You." Sherlock whispered.

"Oh, god, you have no idea, Sherlock."

"Say it, say my name again." Sherlock almost hummed it, both kissing passionately again.

"Sherlock... Holmes..." John was whispering seductively between kisses. Suddenly the elevator started up again.

"Oh, dear, fix your hair!" John whispered quickly to Sherlock. They both adjusted their disheveled hair and clothes and tried to keep a straight face. When they entered the meeting hall, Gregg asked "what took you so long?"

"Elevator got jammed, had to wait. Sorry, did we miss much?" John was trying so hard not to laugh. He had just had his first really kiss after all. Well, first kiss with a man anyway.

"No, just go find some seats." Gregg motioned toward to long table. Sherlock sat near the front whilst John chose a seat in the back, fiddling with his phone. A notification popped up, a new message.

We'll finish this at home. -SH