They had been together for three months now, no-one but Mrs Hudson knew, and that was through her walking in on them while they were enjoying an intimate film.

John looked over at his secret lover as he spoke impatiently on the phone to Lestrade, obviously there was a case.

"Yes... Yes... We'll be there... Of course... Ten minutes..." Sherlock hung up before yelling for John and sprinting out the door with his coat and scarf to get a cab. John casually walked out chuckling at the gorgeous mans' childish glee.

At the crime scene they were greeted by the usual "Freak!" and "Hello pet! Got bored of your owner yet?" Usually John would ignore it, but today he saw the flash of pain across Sherlocks face. They'd argued earlier and John had threatened to leave until Sherlock broke down and begged him to promise never to leave.

"John? John! JOHN!" the voices of Sherlock and Lestrade cut through the red haze blocking his vision and he realised that he had Anderson by the throat and was slowly trying to choke him. John released him in shock and staggered backwards into Sherlock who righted him and held tight to his arm while Lestrade yelled at Anderson.

"I know you do it all the time! I ignore it because they do but don't think I will ever give you a chance again. If I ever hear of anyone insulting anyone else in bad humour I will put you on Death Notification Duty!" Lestrade turned to Anderson as he tried to speak,

"File charges... Assault... Officer of the Law..." He managed to croak.

"I DON'T CARE!" Lestrade roared, "Get out of my sight before I try to strangle you myself!"

Donovan helped Anderson to his feet as Lestrade walked off. John turned to look at Sherlock and saw his eyes shining,

"Oh shit!" he muttered before swiftly manoeuvring Sherlock into a nearby cafe and through to the toilets where he stopped and pressed Sherlock against the wall and kissed away the tears that threatened to mar his perfect face.

Returning to the crime scene Sherlock slowly let go of Johns' arm but not before Lestrade noted it with wide eyes. John, seeing this, blushed and hurriedly looked away avoiding Sherlocks' questioning gaze. Sherlock focused on the body and called John over to diagnose the cause of death. They worked silently together until Lestrade interrupted them and John jumped in surprise. Sherlock was by his side immediately, his hand tangled in Johns' sleeve. This got an interesting reaction from Lestrade and John.

"What are you doing?" John asked, confused because Sherlock was the one who wanted to keep their relationship secret.

"I don't care anymore. I want to show them that you'll never leave me" Sherlock replied and John turned back as Lestrade noticed and started choking.

"What did you want?" Sherlock asked in his usual irritated way, "I'm trying to work"

Lestrade hesitated "I-I was wondering how John was feeling after his little head to head with Ander..."

"Don't say his name!" John interrupted, "I may have to hunt him down again if you do."

Lestrades' eyes grew wide as Sherlock began to massage Johns' shoulders and whispered something in his ear that made him blush? and... giggle? Did John just GIGGLE?

John cleared his throat and focused on the entry and exit wounds with Sherlock following close behind. Lestrade exchanged a shocked glance with Donovan and Anderson.

"Aha!" Sherlock cried, whirling around on the spot and grabbing Johns' arm, "Lestrade, if the aunt has arthritis in her knees and a Ginger Tom cat then arrest her!"

"How-?" John asked, his role in things was always to ask how and then compliment his skills, but this time he was planning to mix things up a bit.

"Well it's obvious, there are ginger cat hairs all over the body, which, by the way, our incompetent little forensics succeeded to miss, the body is left even though there's a cupboard no more than three paces away, and the only pictures of the aunt are formal photographs and the aunt is using too many muscles just to smile." Sherlock concluded with a smirk at John, who turned and gazed up at his partner.

"That was... well..." He began to say before swallowing a slight hiccup and putting his hands on Sherlocks' chest. Sherlock, seeing the intent in Johns' eyes leaned forwards and grazed his lips with a gentle sigh. John, as per usual, lost control and pushed Sherlock up against the hall wall and held him there as he kissed down his neck.

They finally pulled away grinning as the Yarders coughed awkwardly and tried to look in separate directions.

"How long? You two? What?" Lestrade managed to splutter.

"Three months" Sherlock said in his 'I'm bored' voice and he looked down at John who was pressed against his side like a baby monkey.

"Ugh gross!" Anderson muttered and Lestrade whirled around and glared at him.

"I don't see why you get to make a fuss" John said pointedly "after all we all know what goes on in the coffee tent when you think we're all absorbed in the bodies."

Lestrade spluttered again and Sherlock looked down at John with wide eyes, only just becoming aware of why he was trying to hide his waist area.

"Yeah... Sherlock I've got a problem..." John whispered to him.

"It looks like exhibitionism is one of your many fetishes" Sherlock growled into his ear, grinning wider as he felt the unmistakable bulge twitch.

"Sorry folks!" He said in a rather cheerful way, "I have some business to attend to. Lestrade, if you give me the papers," he grabbed them and passed them to John who held them over his crotch subtly, "and let me know when the aunt is arrested, I shall be leaving." And with that he swept out the door with John walking awkwardly behind him.

Everyone dies, but not everyone has to die alone...