Chapter 2:
As Greg and Sally followed the high functioning sociopath through London, they were mildly surprised when he entered the airport. Following him in, the duo watched as he checked the flight board. They were taken aback by how fast he took off through the building, weaving in and out of the mass crowds. It was all they could do to not loose him in the bustle. Once he had stopped by a gate the pair found a pillar to hide behind.
"Who do you suppose the freak's meeting?" Donovan asked, looking towards her partner in crime (though thankfully not actual crime, as they were with Scotland Yard).
"I don't know, it can't be his brother. Maybe his parents? God forbid another sibling." Greg mused, "But if I did know then I wouldn't be here, now would I?"
"He's doing something. He's taking off a necklace." Sally said, a bit confused.
"He's putting a ring on. Oh, wait! do you think-" Greg started, only to be interrupted.
"Oh look! He's scanning the crowd." Sally said excitedly. Both of the officers were a bit disconcerted when they saw his face break out into an impossibly wide and genuine smile.
"John!" The tall man shouted.
"Sherlock!" Some unseen voice answered.
"That person has got to be mad to be that happy to see hat weirdo." Sally muttered under her breath.
When they saw Sherlock take off once more only to collide with a short blond man they were worried he was going to start a fight. However they were soon completely floored by what they saw once they properly registered it. There, in the middle of the airport, their Sherlock, the same man that had made full grown men cry with just a look, that had ripped apart cases just to prove he was right, this man, this sociopath (sorry, high functioning sociopath), was passionately kissing another man. And said man was not running away screaming, in fact he was clutching at the consulting detective almost desperately, and pulling him closer. As both of them men eventually parted, only to whisper to each other in a very close manner. As the short man, John apparently, leaned up to peck Sherlock on the lips once more, the two stalkers seemed to come back to themselves.
"What the hell!?" Sally shouted as she shot up and out from her hiding place. Greg just stayed silent, his coworker's words expressing his thoughts quite well.
The two men turned to look at them, the shorter one in a bewildered state. Sherlock however, was more angry and exasperated, as he did know them while John was oblivious, though he quickly picked up on his spouse's frustration.
"Donovan, of all the times for you to be an absolute moron, this is clearly one of the worst times." Sherlock scowled, John trying to his confused amusement.