That morning John woke up to the sound of someone yelling. It was distance so it had to be coming from downstairs. John rolled in bed putting the pillow over his head. The knock at the door made him jolt awake even more, "Who the bloody hell is it?"

"Glinda."

It was his sister, Harry. The two had come up with nicknames a long time ago just for the fun of it and they stuck.

"Come in." John said, making sure he was covered.

His sister walked in opening the door, "I know we usually spend the day together but um..."

John stopped her, knowing what was coming. "Who is she?"

"Mary."

"I take it she has the day off." Harry nodded. "I will be fine. Go."

Harry was about to leave but had a mischievous smirk on her face, "Before I go, who were you dreaming about last night?"

John swallowed hard, licking his lips. "Um..a bloke I met last night. Now, go."

John hoped his parents didn't hear him but his sister was in the room next to him. The walls were paper thin so she usually heard everything and vice versa. John grabbed his duffle bag and found a clean change of clothes. He slipped on a robe before heading across the hall to the shower hoping the yelling be over by the time he was done.

Since the night before John's thoughts were almost consumed by the detective he met the previous night. Once again he had an erection, which was already throbbing as he turned the water on. John had already wanked off last night after getting home. Though almost every time he thought about Greg's arse, he would start to get hard.

The man had to be in late thirties to early forties at the most. The topic of how old they were had never come up. Though age didn't matter to John and in fact the older the bloke was the better. Well, sometimes at least. A few of John's dates that were over thirty were immature and in most cases married, divorce, or in the process of divorce.

He never had much luck in dating at least since his last steady boyfriend, who died overseas. In fact Greg had been the first bloke that John connected with instantly in four years. He got under the warm streaming water and thought of Greg as he took care of his morning problem that didn't seem to be inhibited by the previous night's wank. Afterwards he quickly took a short shower before he ran out of hot water. After getting out and dried off he had gotten dressed heading downstairs.

The yelling had stopped and his father was at the table reading his paper. His mother was cleaning the den. Maybe this morning be better than yesterday. He was headed out of the kitchen when his father called his name. He went into the den and waited to find out why he had been summoned.

"You stayed out late last night." Mr. Watson said.

"So? I'm not a child anymore, in fact I don't live here." John pointed out, "So, what does it matter to you?"

His father didn't avert his eyes from the paper, sipping his coffee, "You are staying under our roof, you follow our rules."

John pursed his lips, shaking his head, "Father, I never followed the rules. What makes you think I will now?"

Harry came downstairs just as the conversation heated up, and not long after John stormed out of the house. Harry had remained at the bottom of the steps before going after John. She ran after him "Hey, slow down." Harry yelled.

John stopped letting her catch up, she bent over catching her breath. John looked at her laughing, "What?!" She yelled.

"Nothing." He said snickering.

"Yea, right. I came to see that your all right."

"I'm fine, just mad at father. Like that is something new." He said, rubbing his temple. "One of these days I will punch him."

"I am waiting for that, myself. Or for someone to murder him." She said, "He has pissed off a lot of people over the years."

John was about to respond when noticed the flashing light. Harry looked at him and then saw them too. They both hurried around the corner seeing the many police vehicles. John hurried up to one of the neighbors who was an old school friend. He was in tears almost tearing his hair out.

"Ivan, what is going on?" John asked.

"I found Kevin this morning, dead." He said between tears.

Both Harry and John looked at each other in shock, as Ivan wrapped his arms around John. He did his best to calm Ivan down as an officer walked over to talk to Ivan. John stepped away to let the officer do his job. A cab pulled up to the scene and a tall lithe, curly hair brunette stepped out He wore a long, black button up coat and had a blue scarf wrapped around his neck.

He went under the crime tape and was greeted by a woman with light brown skin. The two looked at as if they weren't getting along. John was still in shock that murdered occurred here of all places. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw a familiar man walked up to them.

"Would you two stop?" Greg all but yelled. "The body is inside. Donovan clear everyone out, Sherlock look over the crime scene."

"Yes, sir." Donovan sneered.

Greg was the lead detective on the case. The brunette must be Sherlock the one consulting detective he talked -well complained about- last night. John went back over to Ivan after he had given the officer his statement.

"He's dead. My best friend is gone...why?" Ivan said, "I mean...everyone liked him."

"I don't know, the police will get to the bottom of it." John said, sitting with him on the sidewalk.

John hadn't been close to Kevin, in fact the bloke usually only flirted with him. John had never been interested in him at least in a romantic way. Ivan laid his head on John's shoulder. Greg was interviewing witnesses and as he got done interviewing a neighbor. He spotted John with the person who found the victim. What was John doing here?

Greg checked to see if they had gotten a statement from Ivan, which they had. Lestrade walked over to the two and Ivan was the first to speak, "Can I go? I can't be here."

"Yes, you can. We may need to contact you further." Greg said.

Ivan nodded and hurried off in the direction of his car. John let out a sigh. "You live you around here?" Greg asked.

"My parents do, and no I don't know Kevin that well. He was just a neighbor who was romantically interested in me." John ranted off, "Please tell me that answers all the questions."

"No, but you did eliminate three of them." Greg said laughing. "When is the last time you saw the victim?"

John shrugged, "Maybe around noon yesterday, I was walking and he stopped me. After that I didn't get back here until after...one a.m. or something like that."

"I have to ask this, I need to know where you were between ten thirty and midnight last night." Greg said, already knowing part of the answer at least.

"The pub. I got there at ten and left when you did just past midnight. Just ask the barman to confirm it. I used my credit card to pay for my drinks." John told him, nearly laughing. "I don't suppose this is connected to the other murders?"

"I don't know, but you will find out when everyone else does."

John stood up getting ready to leave. John knew the timing was off, but it was his chance to ask. "Could we meet up for drinks tonight?"

Greg smiled, "How about we meet up for dinner at eight instead?"

John was a bit taken back that Greg had basically just asked him out on a date, at a crime scene. "Yes, so long you are asking me out on a date."

A smile played Greg's lips, "I guess I am. How about I text the place I have in mind later."

"If you don't than I can't show up, now can I?" John winked.

The detective blushed a bit as his date for tonight walked away. Tonight would not come fast enough for Greg.

I want to know what the readers of this story think. So, please review and tell me. I know what my beta thinks and well I can't seem to stop smiling. If that is any hint.