And… second story! DFTRP (Don't Forget To Review Please. Not as catchy as DFTBA but…)
Still don't own anything (it's why I cry myself to sleep) and still not beta'd or brit-picked.
"Stop it! You can't propose at a crime scene!"
"It's not like there are any bodies here, it's just a burglary!"
John felt a headache coming on. "That's not the point Sherlock."
"What is it then? You're not afraid of committing to me, you keep saying at this point nothing I did could scare you off short of murder. You love me, you make that much clear as often as you can-"
A few of the Yarders had the decency to blush before exchanging the pounds they had wagered with each other.
"-I purposely proposed somewhere lacking in blood and body parts, so it can't be that."
"The timing Sherlock. There might not be anything gory but it's still a crime scene."
"Oh. Bit not good then?"
"Yeah, bit not good. 'Specially since I was going to propose when we got back home."
John pulled out a ring box from his pocket. "You just had to beat me to it."
The two locked eyes for a solid five seconds before both collapsing into a fit of tearful giggles.
"Stop it Sherlock, you can't giggle, it's a proposal!"
"Hypocrite!"
The Yarders were confused, but continued the exchange of money.
"You know," Sherlock gasped out between laughs, "There are body parts and blood in the flat. I actually chose the better time in this situation."
This only made the two men laugh even harder.
"Um, not to ruin the mood or anything," Lestrade burst out. "But would you two please say yes already and get back to the case."
John started to apologize but Sherlock cut him off.
"Sorry Detective Inspector, but you are stuck with your incompetent officers for this one. John and I have just proposed to each other, and we are going home to celebrate appropriately."
And with that, Sherlock grabbed John's hand and dragged him to the nearest available cab.
"Quit staring and get to work you lot! It's still a crime scene!" Yelled a grumpy Lestrade.
