I'm back!

Thanks to OnTheRun246 for the prompt. So, so sorry I couldn't write this sooner. I had way to much on my plate.

I also found jealous Sherlock surprisingly hard to write.

Hope it doesn't disappoint.

Without further ado, Jealous!lock.

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Enjoy!


John loved surprising Sherlock.

Mostly because it didn't happen very often.

With Sherlock being, well, Sherlock, it was extremely difficult to surprise him. He almost always deduced and ruined the surprise before she could have the satisfaction of revealing it.

But today she was determined to give Sherlock a shock. After all, he thought she was still in Afghanistan. He had no idea she was on leave and had returned to London.

Upon discovering that her fiancé was not at their flat, she had gone to the most obvious next resort.

New Scotland Yard.

Upon asking for Sherlock, John hadn't been surprised by the harsh critiques of her fiancé. Thankfully, he was there, though he was talking to Lestrade at the moment. She was offered a seat and she took it, glad she didn't have to do anymore walking.

As she waited, a man who must've been in his thirties or forties exited the DI's office. She barely spared him a glance before turning back to her mystery novel.

But his attention had been captured, and he had walked over to where John was sitting.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" the man asked. John looked up, careful to hide her annoyance, and gave him smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"No, I don't think so. I'm just waiting for someone," John tried to make her words imply that the conversation was over and turn back to her book, but the man was quite persistent.

"And who would that be?"

"A detective," John answered vaguely.

"Maybe I can help you there. I'm Anderson by the way. Phillip Anderson," the man smiled in a way that he must've thought charming.

A woman with chocolate brown curls making coffee in the corner snarled at John, making her realize that the man flirting with her had been in a relationship recently.

And I really couldn't care less. John bit back the retort and settled for, "No, I really don't think you can help me."

"You never know," Anderson shrugged.

John smiled through clenched teeth, her mind racing, trying to pinpoint any way to escape the conversation.

Come on, Sherlock. Hurry up!


Sherlock was exceptionally glad when Anderson left the conversation. Lestrade had been oblivious enough without Anderson adding his stupidity to the mix.

As he finished up with the DI, his thoughts turned to John. If only she were here. She would understand.

"Alright, you're good to go, Sherlock," Lestrade closed the case file and glanced up at the younger man with a weary smile. "Tell Mrs. Hudson I said 'hello'."

Sherlock nodded and walked out into the hallway. His gaze wandered lazily around the room until it settled on something he hadn't been expecting.

John sat by the door, her honey-blonde hair tied into a military style bun. She was dressed casually in civilian attire: plain flats, skinny jeans and one of those hideous oatmeal colored jumpers that John managed to look amazing in.

His good mood was soured by the sight of Anderson standing by her, openly flirting.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and walked towards the pair, noting John's slightly annoyed and politely interested expression. It was one she had mastered upon joining the military.

"You never know," Anderson shrugged as Sherlock approached. He was really going for it. Probably due to his recent falling out with Sally Donovan over whether or not he would finally divorce his wife.

"Anderson, please consider the fact that your wife is in town this week and the woman you're flirting with is not interested in you, engaged and waiting for me before you continue making a fool of yourself."

John's eyes lit up as her gaze landed on Sherlock, even as Anderson's expression became angry and flustered.

"Oh, Sherlock!" John beamed. She stood, stepped around a gaping Anderson, and walked up to Sherlock. She stood on her tiptoes and placed her hands on either side of his face, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.

Sherlock smirked at his fiancé as she pulled away, "You're on leave?"

"I managed to get some time," she shrugged. "I wanted to surprise you."

"Consider me truly surprised, though I believe there are others in the building much more shocked than I," Sherlock remarked glancing at the officers watching them. Everyone from Anderson to Donovan was staring at the pair with varying emotions on their faces.

John chuckled, then intwined her fingers with Sherlock's, "Let's go home."

Sherlock nodded and allowed John to lead him out onto the street. The New Scotland Yard was silent until Lestrade yelled at Anderson across the room, "You owe me twenty quid!"


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