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A/N: So this is it. The End. The very last chapter in Falling, of both versions. Hope you all enjoyed it, I know I did. Thanks for reading.
The Chase
It had been a long, hard chase but Sherlock and John had finally caught the killer. They'd run over at least half of London but they'd managed it. Sherlock was out of breath but so was the suspect so it evened out. Sherlock hadn't even had to fight the man. He'd just tackled him and the suspect was so tired from running that he didn't even try to get up. Sherlock sat on him anyway. Grinning with the thrill of the chase and the high of having solved another case he pulled out his phone to text Lestrade to come arrest his killer.
What was that? Had John just said what he thought he had? Sherlock looked up. John was leant against the wall of the alley attempting to catch his breath. There was no evidence of the words that still lingered in the air and found their way into his bloodstream and made a home of their own inside his heart. Sherlock was positive John had said them, though.
Sherlock sent John a bright, happy smile. "Yes, John," he said and then went back to his text. The faster Lestrade got here the faster they could go home and explore this new level of their relationship. Sherlock couldn't wait.
Lestrade had finally shown up and carted the suspect away. John swallowed so hard as the police cars drove off that Sherlock could hear him from five feet away. He almost laughed. Instead he turned his head and took in the fearful look on his best friend's face. "I've always loved you, John." He told him in order to acknowledge, reassure and just generally let John know that he wasn't alone anymore.
Finally John acted in a predictable way. The infuriatingly, boring, unpredictable, utterly perfect man grinned. So Sherlock pulled him into his arms, pushed him up against the alley wall and snogged him for all he was worth.