"Thank you."
"What? Are you okay Sherlock?"
"I simply expressed gratitude to you. Nothing is wrong, you imbecile." Sherlock scowled, but only John, who was heading over from the opposite side of the crime scene, recognized the slight blush and hint of uneasiness in his demeanor for what it was.
"Sherlock! You weren't joking when you said you'd thank him? Huh." John brought Lestrade's bewildered gaze off of Sherlock with his exclamation.
"Well, I wasn't lying."
"Excuse me, but-" The DI started to express his puzzlement, only to be interrupted by Sherlock.
"Yes. Excuse you indeed. Now, John-"
"Sherlock."
"John…" A whole conversation seemed to be conveyed between them in an instant. It was in John's pointed stare and Sherlock's nearly pleading visage.
When the tall detective seemed to give, John turned his attention to Lestrade himself.
"We had a bit of a talk that started with Sherlock being jealous-" Sherlock not so subtly stormed away towards the body. "About me meeting up at the pub with 'Greg' so much."
"He forgot my name again, didn't he."
"Yep."
"So what did this conversation lead to exactly? Did he confess his love to you or something?"
After his slight chuckle was met with embarrassed silence from his companion, he continued.
"Seriously? He did?" Lestrade looked at John, shocked.
"Yeah, he did…" John looked to his feet with a content smile on his face. "He did."
"Since when have you been even dating?"
John startled, confused.
"Since about a month and a half ago. You referred to him as my- er- boyfriend one night at the pub, so I thought you knew somehow. And I thought that everyone else knew since gossip travels fast. And I didn't deny it when Donovan said the same at the scene for that murder at the art gallery. Maybe Sherlock's right…"
"Right how?"
"In that you are all incompetent idiots, Lestrade." Shelock's voice cut through the air, making him jump. John just grinned.
"How long have you been there?!" He turned to John. "How long has he been there?!"
"Long enough." Sherlock answered when John shrugged, still smiling.
After Sherlock gave the rundown on how and why the murder was committed, and the small list of likely culprits, he turned to John.
"Shall we go?"
"Why of course." John smirked.
As they passed Donovan giggling, she scoffed calling out, "Get a bloody room!"
Sherlock laughed harder at her face when John replied, "We will!"
A/N - Wow, I just thought of this little bit after I posted the first chapter, and I needed to write it. And damn, did I write it fast! I don't think it's all that good, but I just had to add it! Leave a review, s'il vous plait! ;) Dftba! :)
