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"As it happens, Mycroft, yes, you have interrupted something. I don't care what the case entails, I'm busy, it can wait. Bye!" Sherlock turned his attention back to John but was, once again, interrupted.
"I suppose Dr Watson also won't care about a case involving his whole platoon being taken from their homes, one by one, and being held hostage."
"What? The whole platoon?" John had a complete sense of worry rush through his head. Mycroft smirked as he knew he had won.
"And Dr Watson is next…" Mycroft turned and walked away while John plummeted to his seat.
"Can you tell me anything or can't you read your brother?" john looked at Sherlock in hope.
Sherlock looked to John and didn't break eye contact. "Mycroft's already been working on the case. He already uses a cane or umbrella, but now he's using it for support. He's got bags under his eyes so he's been working later than usual. He's been awake for hours. He normally walks slowly but today, even slower…" John cut him off.
"I meant about the case." Sherlock's cheeks started to go pink, but he cleared his throat and continued.
"In that case, I'm not sure. He must have known you would ask me that so he cleared anything that would give me a clue so that you would follow, therefore I follow." Sherlock looked annoyed and sighed.
"What do you mean "Therefore I follow"?" John, once again, looked confused.
"Well, wherever you go, I want to go. I enjoy your company." Sherlock looked to the floor.
"Are you sure you're not confusing enjoying my company and not hating my company?" john looked blank. Sherlock couldn't read him, and this, he didn't like. Not one bit!
Suddenly a voice came through a loud speaker. "If you two don't get down here now, we'll just do another drugs bust to get you out!" Lestrade. Who else?
The two men stood staring at each other, taking in everything that they were. "if we don't go, they really are just going to come up, aren't they?"
"Yeah, they always do." Sherlock said casually.
"I'm not sure whether I should be worried that this has happened on a number of occasions before or not! I suppose it's just something else I'll have to get used to about you. So, shall we?"
"We shall! Maybe possibly, some day we will be able to have a serious conversation without being interrupted."
The man giggled together and ran off on the new case.
"John." Lestrade's voice carried over all of the noise from other policemen and traffic. "We need to get you to a safe house."
"I'm staying with him." Sherlock looked around and stopped on John. He looked back at him confused.
"Why? I mean, I'm grateful, but I'll be safe, hence the "safe house" and surely you'll be most useful making deductions from the frontline?!" John reasoned.
"I believe you would be safer if I were with you. That way, I know where you are at all times and can keep you safe myself." Sherlock leaned closed and whispered. "Maybe we can finally talk in private." He smirked and looked at Lestrade. Of course, he knew that meant Sherlock would be staying with John.
After a long journey, they finally made it to a safe house. It was a large, detached house in the middle of a residential area. This meant other police officers could observe from on looking houses.
Lestrade took the men in and quickly realised that they wanted him gone and wanted to talk. "Just don't damage anything. These places aren't cheap and it's in the middle of a residential area. Other people live here!"
"Yes. Goodbye, Lestrade." Sherlock quickly ushered the Detective Inspector out and returned to John.
"Finally, we can talk!" John suddenly looked slightly nervous.
"I seem to remember that the last thing you said was that "Any relationship is fine." And I agree. If you want to be with someone from the clinic, you should go for it. I'm sure they're lovely people and…" John cut him off.
"For a genius, you're not that smart! Sherlock, I don't want anyone from the clinic."
"You don't? but I overheard you talking last night. You said about expecting it to be someone from the clinic so I assumed…"
"Well, you assumed wrongly. I was saying that I thought it would have been one of them but it isn't. The person that I've fallen in love with is a lot closer to home than my colleagues. But, if you want to have a relationship with a guy that you've met on a case, hopefully not a dead one, then that's fine. No? Humour not that best thing at the moment? Didn't think so. Anyway, as I was saying. If you want a relationship with a man, that's fine. I won't judge you. I'll let you get on with it."
"I suppose the man that I've fallen in love with is a little closer to home than those in the police." John looked up at Sherlock with his big blue eyes. The corner of his mouth turned up and his eyes shone. Sherlock kept looking at John's lips, then to his eyes and back to his lips again.
"In that case, I guess I'll just…"
Both men nearly ran towards each other and wrapped their arms around their waists. Their lips locked and pretty quickly they were sharing each other's tongues. John's arms moved closer to Sherlock's neck as Sherlock pulled John's waist in closer to his. John had to go onto the tips of his toes to reach Sherlock's lips.
"I can't… tell you… how long… I've been waiting… for this." John said between kiss.
Sherlock stripped John's coat and shirt off his back. John had kept up the tone of his muscles while he had been back in England. "I always wondered how long it would before I could see you shirtless for a reason other than that you'd just come out of the shower. Now, I can stop wondering." Sherlock's lips explored John's neck and the army doctor let out a slight moan.
"Maybe we should take this somewhere slightly more…"
"Horizontal?"
"Anywhere is better than the middle of a lunge where thirty police officers can watch!" They suddenly backed away from each other and cleared their throats. "Shall we just…" John pointed towards the stairs and was soon running up them after Sherlock. He kicked the door closed while Sherlock shut the curtains, blocking out anybody who might be watching. He turned towards the bed, scanning the room for any cameras.
"Is it clean?"
"I think so. It's a new house so I don't think they've done much to it yet. I do believe we were in the middle of something?"
"My apologies, back to work." The men collapsed on the bed and looked into each other's eyes as they stripped the other's clothes off to the point that there was nothing else to strip.
"John?" Sherlock pulled his head away slightly.
"Yeah?"
"I don't think the room's clean!"
"A little bit of dust here and there doesn't bother you, surely?"
"Unfortunately, that's not what I meant."
John picked his head up to see Mycroft sitting in the corner of the room with his arms and legs crossed.
"Well, I was hoping for something a little less… just less, to be honest. You do realise you have case, don't you?"