Disclaimer: I don't own John, Greg, Sherlock or Sarah. If I did, ooh the fun I'd have ;

This is a Johnlock story (non-graphic), if you don't like then please don't read.

The gossip of strangers!

'Oof' Janet huffed as she fell into the seat next to her oldest friend Margaret, struggling to find her purse in her cavernous handbag. 'These bus drivers have no consideration, he could have waited until I'd sat down before pulling away from the bus stop,' she remarked indignantly as she finally located her purse right at the bottom of her bag and put her bus pass away.

'I know dear, it seems to be the way of the world these days, everyone's in such a rush, not like when we were young.' Replied Margaret. 'Children today have got it so easy, I mean, when we were young there was a war on, and we each had to do our bit.'

'What do you mean, do our bit, you were only three when the war ended! And I don't think that everyone has it so easy, take that nice Doctor Watson at the surgery.'

'You know what I meant, and anyway, what about the doctor?' asked Margaret.

'Well from what I understand, he was in Afghanistan until a few months ago. Apparently he was shot whilst trying to save someone's life, according to one of the receptionists, you know the one with the piercings and the unfortunate hairstyle.' answered Janet.

'Oh, the poor man, I do like him, he seems such a kind soul. Isn't he courting that lady doctor, what's her name ... erm ... Doctor ... Sawyer?'

'Oh no, they've gone their separate ways now. I did hear that she didn't get on with his flatmate, and good riddance, I say! He could do so much better than that. As my old mum used to say "she's all fur coat and no knickers"' remarked Janet with more than a touch of venom in her voice.

'Ooh you are awful!' Margaret giggled a little, 'but I know precisely what you mean dear. Though it's a shame about poor young Doctor Watson, all alone again, you know if I was thirty years younger ...'

'I don't think you're his type dear, and I didn't say anything about him being alone.'Janet said with a grin.

'Whatever have you heard?' asked Margaret.

'It's not what I heard, but what I saw. I was in the waiting room yesterday, waiting to see the nurse, and this young man walked in. Well, he could have walked straight off the catwalk, he looked amazing, the ultimate tall, dark and handsome! So he went up to the receptionist and demanded, not asked but demanded, to see Doctor Watson. Now I don't know what was said as I was sitting too far away, but the next thing I saw, was the receptionist in tears as she ran off. Then this young man stands in the middle of the waiting room and starts shouting 'John' as loud as he can, which believe me was very loud indeed.'

'Oh my, what happened then?' Margaret's mouth was agape in wonder as she listened to her friend's story.

'Well then, Doctor Watson came storming around the corner, his face like thunder, you could tell he used to be a soldier just from the look on his face, and asked the young man what he thought he was doing. Apparently the young man's name is Sherlock. They must have been yelling at each other for at least 10 minutes. I'm not entirely sure what they were arguing about, but it was certainly heated. Then suddenly the doctor just dropped his head as though he couldn't hold it up. and he looked so sad. He said something about not being able to do it any more, whatever "it" was and then he sort of half turned as if to walk away.'

'The poor dear, it's terrible to fall out with someone.' sadness replacing the wonder on Margaret's face.

'Yes, but that wasn't the end of it. This Sherlock grabbed the doctor's arm as he began to walk away and pulled him back so that they were facing each other again. The next thing anyone knew, he was kissing him, right there in the middle of the waiting room!'

'What did Doctor Watson do?'

'Well, first he just seemed to freeze for a few seconds, then he wrapped his arms around the other fella, and ... well ... he certainly wasn't backward in coming forward if you know what I mean!' replied Janet as a loud 'ding' rang out on the bus indicating someone had pressed the bell for the bus to stop.

As the bus came to a stop, the doors opened and DI Greg Lestrade walked down the steps onto the pavement below, unable to stop the grin from spreading across his face. As he made his way to the pelican crossing he thought what a stroke of luck it had been that he had chosen to catch that particular bus to Scotland Yard after dropping his car off at the garage for it's annual MOT. While he crossed the road, he switched off the voice recording function on his phone, pleased that he finally had the evidence he needed to collect the winnings from the bet he placed with Sergeant Donovan on whether John and Sherlock would ever get together. Before he put his phone away, he sent a quick text to John Watson.

'Fancy a pint after work at The Bell. I'm buying. Greg.'

A moment or two later, he got a reply.

'OK C U at 7pm. JW'

Greg smiled, he was going to have fun teasing John about this.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this :) Please review. I'm hoping to do another chapter with John and Greg in the pub.