A/n: So sorry for the wait guys! I had lots to do, this was pushed down my priorities list :( Hopefully the next couple of chapters should be up a bit faster.

I know this ones a bit longer than the rest, please let me know your opinions on it! :)

We are not having a moment

Sherlock opened his eyes after another trip into his mind palace. It really is quite beautiful there, he thought, compared to 221B. Then again, John's not there, whereas he is in the flat. Glancing around for the man, Sherlock was surprised to see no sign of him. Curious, he got off the sofa and stood up. Silent, Sherlock listened. He couldn't hear the soft whirr of John's laptop; the small creaks on the floor made by John when he was in his bedroom; nor the tell-tale, typically John-like, sound of the kettle humming. In fact, he could not see or hear John at all.

Not that Sherlock was particularly worried about this - when John first moved in he had frequently gone out during the night. However, seeing as him and Sherlock had recently become a little more than just flat mates, Sherlock supposed he should feel something by his absence.

Sweeping the room with his eyes again, Sherlock noticed a sticky-note taped to the door which he had not previously seen.

Sherlock,

I don't know whether or not you heard - you do seem to literally go into another world when you do your mind palace thing - but Molly called, saying that she needed us to look over a body at St Bart's. As you're busy, I said I'd go. I should be back in an hour or so, if you need anything just call.

See you soon, John x

That explained the missing John then. Looking first at the note again then at his watch, Sherlock deduced that John wouldn't be back for another 45 minutes or so, judging by the state of the ink on the note. Sitting back down on the couch again, Sherlock tried to re-enter his mind palace once more. But, try as he might, he was distracted. So, getting up, Sherlock pulled on his coat and scarf, and set out to St Bart's; to John.

John was bored. There was simply no other way of facing it. He had only been studying this body for about 15 minutes, yet already he was missing the company of his gorgeous flat mate - something which he thought he would never say. Molly's presence just didn't equal that of Sherlock's. John was missing Sherlock's constant running commentary of what John was doing, the way that every now and then John would say something that would make Sherlock's eyes sparkle in pride. It was the latter in particular that John loved about him the most. Despite Sherlock's constant telling him that he was an idiot, every so often Sherlock would look at John in genuine pleasure and satisfaction that made John's stomach squirm in happiness.

"John."

John jumped, consequently dropping the pair of tweezers he was holding.

"Sherlock?"

For there he was. Standing there in his coat and scarf, although John could just see a hint of stripped pyjama trousers from the bottom of his coat, was Sherlock, looking at him.

"Sherlock!" They both turned around. It was Molly who had spoken, coming into the lab holding a mug of tea for John. John rolled his eyes. Bring on the flirting, he thought to himself.

Taking the tea from her, Sherlock replied, "Yes, hello Molly. You can go home now if you want to, we'll be fine, I know Lestrade will be pleased."

"What... how... no, no, we're not..." Molly spluttered. Both Sherlock and John smirked.

"It's ok Molly, we won't say anything," John told her, still smirking. "Honestly!" He added, seeing the look on her face.

Still eyeing them warily, Molly said "Ok, I'll leave you guys to it. This place automatically locks down in 2 hours though, but if you need more time then Sherlock... well yeah you know how I presume." And without a backwards glance, Molly half-walked half-ran out of the room.

When she was gone, John turned to Sherlock, raising his eyebrows.

"Because the flat is lonely when it's just got me in it." Sherlock said, correctly interpreting John's silent question. At this, John smiled and walked over to Sherlock, giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

"Do you want to help then? Protective gloves are in the box over there - put a pair on and come over here." John instructed, walking back over to the dead body lying on the worktop.

Complying, Sherlock took off his coat and scarf, hung them up on a nearby coat peg, and pulled on a pair of protective gloves. Looking back at John, he saw that he was absorbed in the body, taking things out and putting them away in storage, glancing up at his computer every now and again to check a fact or figure.

They stayed this way for another 5 minutes or so, until John said with a smirk "Are you just going to stand there and stare at me, or are you coming to help?"

"What?" Replied Sherlock, having completely forgotten what he was meant to be doing. "Oh, right, dead body, coming just now." John grinned at him.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say that the great Sherlock Holmes just succumbed to sentiment!" He teased, winking at him. "Perhaps I should go, so he can fully focus on the proper task in hand..."

"No!" Sherlock replied, just a second to quickly. John gave him a smug look. "No, no, you don't have to go John. Please."

"Please?"

"Don't make me say it again, you know I hate the word."

"Get yourself over here then." This time, Sherlock did as he was told. Grabbing a bunch of equipment, he positioned himself opposite to John.

"So what's the situation, Doctor Watson?" Sherlock asked.

John frowned. "Haven't you already worked it out - probably much better than me anyway?"

"Obviously. However I want to see what you've gained from your time with our dead companion here."

"Alright then." John took a deep breath. "I know that she died in a gas explosion, judging by the state of her body. Also, she's been dead for about 6 days, which is annoying, because if Molly had let me take a look earlier then we would be able to know a lot more about her."

"Very good," Sherlock said, smiling at him. "Anything else?"

"Yes. However what's interesting is what happened to her after her death. See how her face is severely damaged? Molly said that that came from the explosion. But that can't be right. If it was due to it then the rest of her body would look like that, but it's only her face. Therefore somebody deliberately did this to her, most likely before the gas explosion, and used the 'accidental' explosion as a cover." John finished, feeling rather proud of himself. Looking up at Sherlock, who had been watching him intently, John was proud to see that Sherlock was smiling an impressed smile at him.

"Incredible. You really have learned something from me then, after all. You really are quite skilled, Doctor Watson."

"Thanks." John grinned. Bending back over the body, John continued his analysis. Unnoticed by him, Sherlock pretended to also be fiddling with various medical equipment. Slowly, he started to come closer and closer to John's body, finally stopping when there was less than a centimetre between them. Sherlock carefully wrapped his arms around him, grinning when John let out a small sigh.

Then, it was John's turn to grin as suddenly he spun around, grabbing Sherlock's collar.

"No. I am dissecting a body in the middle of the night. We are not having a moment." He told the taller man firmly.

Sherlock pouted. "Oh John come on! I'm bored, you're doing all the fun stuff whilst successfully turning me on, why can't we have a moment?"

"Because no that's why. Look-" John let go of Sherlock and walked over to the corner, pointing at a security camera. "This is still on. If we did anything, imagine who would be able to see it?"

Sherlock grinned a wolfish grin. "Exactly." Crossing the room to John, he pulled the man into a long, deep kiss. John limply tried to struggle, but they both knew it was pointless. They both broke off, staring at each other.

"Oh what the hell!" John said, turning them so they were both in direct view of the camera, and kissing Sherlock with all the energy he could muster. Not complaining in the slightest, Sherlock proceeded to follow suit, slipping his hand under John's shirt.

Let's just say the dead woman's analysis wasn't exactly finished by morning.

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