Song: Song for the Road by David Ford.

Summary: An investigation in the snow.

Warnings: John/Sherlock slash kissing.

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing.

Author's Note: Antoher of my favourite songs. My first attempt at writing a deduction so hopefully it's not too far fetched. Inspired by the snow that has covered the UK in this last week.

Now I don't lightly use words like forever
But I will love you 'til the end of today
And in the morning when I remember everything that you are
Well I know I'll fall for you over again

The body was found in the park, in the early hours of the morning. It was bitterly cold. Frost glittered on every surface and the winter sun shone weakly through the mist. The world was silent, asleep. John watched as Sherlock moved around the body, seeing, observing, deducing. His breath hung in the air, his coat swirled around him, his eyes shone. John had never seen anything so beautiful. Lestrade came over to them,

"What have you got?" he asked. Sherlock turned to him.

"He was strangled by the husband of the woman he's having an affair with."

"Explain," Lestrade stopped Sherlock with ease born of long practice before he could leave. As Sherlock launched into his explanation John moved to examine the body. He looked at the bruises on the neck, noting the position of each one.

"Sherlock," he called. Sherlock immediately broke off and came over to him, much to Lestrade's irritation. "Look," John pointed to the bruises, "Those bruises are on all the weak points in the neck. Whoever strangled him knew exactly where to press. If I were to guess I'd say it was a doctor who killed him." He met Sherlock's eyes and saw his true smile.

"You are brilliant," Sherlock said, pulled John to him and kissed him thoroughly. John melted into the kiss, the warmth of Sherlock's mouth pushing the cold out of his bones. He shivered as Sherlock's gloved hands caressed his face, while he threaded his hands through Sherlock's ebony curls. The kiss ended but Sherlock did not move away, instead resting his forehead on John's, breath ghosting over his face. Lestrade coughed behind them,

"When you're quite finished, would you care to explain?" Sherlock kissed John briefly once more before standing to tell Lestrade to look for the victim's doctor and John watched him. Sherlock was in his element, all brilliant eyes and ethereal beauty. He caught John's eyes and grinned, so caught up in the case that he did not seem to notice the cold. John shivered as he thrust his hands into his pockets but grinned back. His life may be full of danger and death, but John would not change it for anything.

Now I know someday this all will be over
And it's hard to say what most will I miss
Just give me one way to spend my last moments alive
I choose this, I choose this, yeah I choose…this

Author's note: Thank you for reading. Please review, I love to hear what people think of my writing. Until we meet again, Fireheart93.