"You're going crazy!" John said as he continued to read his paper.

"I can assure you, my sanity should not be in question. " Sherlock replied, very seriously. "Honestly, it would be just for a few days and I would be completely safe."

"Sherlock, you are not going undercover in a drug house! Hell, I'm not going to let you relapse over a case, especially a five!" He said as he just shook his head.

"You are completely overreacting, I wouldn't be using."

John rolled his eyes. He must have been going mad, if he thought John would let him within a 10 foot radius of anything like that.

"We both know as soon as you get around any kind of drug, you can't be trusted not to use." He said knowing his weaknesses. "You are very lucky I'm not calling Mycroft right now, you know he would be having a conniption if he heard about this."

"Well, he is an idiot! What do I care of he has a tantrum." Sherlock said, crossing his arms across his chest.

"You care because his tantrums are the ones that end with you in rehab, again!" John said, now standing, his hands flailing as if he had no control of his arms.

"I need you to trust me on this John." He pleaded.

"No, I can't, not on this. Does Lestrade know this is your master plan? Because I don't think he would be happy about this either." John said as his eyebrows pinched together. "We all love you Sherlock, and this is a bad idea. "

"Well, really you don't have much of a say, you can't just lock me in here forever!"

"Listen to me Sherlock Holmes, this is going to far, you can't do this." John said, his voice going from raised to almost a whisper. "I'm not going to allow you to risk your well being over a small jewelry theft, that you can solve in a hundred different ways, none of which put you in danger."

Sherlock pursed his lips and stared at John for what seemed like an eternity before finally speaking up. "Fine. I see your point, but I still think going undercover would be better." John knew he was mostly denying all the obvious flaws in his plan, just so he didn't have to apologize.

"Now, was that really worth the fight?" John asked.

"Probably not but I cannot be sure without significant evidence." He said as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a test tube.

John peeked upstairs, watching Maddy sleep, making sure they hadn't woken her from her nap early. He crept back down carefully, before curling up on the couch next to Sherlock. Sherlock was busy reading some thick volume, while looking at a clear liquid in a vile. John rested his head on the tall mans shoulder as he flipped through pictures on his phone. There were a thousands of pictures of Maddy and Sherlock doing various things, only interrupted occasionally by a photo of a crime scene or something along the lines of. Almost all the clips made John smile, whether it be Maddy playing in the floor or Sherlock rolling his eyes, there was always something to make him grin. John wilfully started to moved his way up to kiss Sherlock's neck with a fever. Laying small kisses into his collarbone and around the back of his neck. Suddenly Sherlock stiffened, holding himself rigid.

Sherlock cleared his throat and laughed quietly as Lestrade briefly knocked before he burst into the flat. John quickly repositioned himself as Greg worked through what he had just walked into. He just stood there with his mouth gaping as his finger flicked between both of them, letting his eyes follow. John adjusted his jumper, only looking at the floor while Sherlock looked him straight in the eye, gauging his reaction. Neither could hold in their giggles as the DI flopped into Sherlock's chair.

"I'll make us a nice cuppa, give me a sec." John said as he padded his way to the kitchen, turning a bright shade of red as he did.

The detective and the DI sat still, both staring each other down until Greg burst into laughter. Starting at a giggle and working his way to a full belly laugh.

"What is so funny?" Sherlock asked.

"You two! How long, how long have you been..." He asked, his fit of laughter settling down.

"Uh, since before Maddy, so um.." John started as he handed Greg a large blue mug, still slightly uncomfortable.

"Its been ten months, almost to the day." Sherlock said, sounding annoyed by how long it took John to calculate that.

"That brilliant!" Greg said as he smacked his hands together. "That means I win the bet!" He said a little giggle resurfacing. He looked actually gleefully as he sipped his tea.

"What bet?" John asked, though it came out more stern than he had hoped.

"When you two would get together. I had seven to nine months in, Mrs.H had said you were a couple from the off, Molly said never, Mycroft gave it a year, even a couple of the guys at the yard are in on it, but they weren't even close. So that makes me the winner!"

"You mean to tell us, you were all betting on our relationship? Even Mycroft was in on it!?" John accused.

"He's the one who started it up, said we needed a bit of fun in our lives." Greg said, still smirking. Soon Sherlock's mouth was turning up at the corners as well. Why was John the only one who was upset by them betting on if he could get Sherlock into bed?

"Sherlock, why are you happy about this?" John asked, once again flailing his hands.

"Well, if you must know, that day that I kissed you, it was because I figured out that they had this little game going and I didn't want my fat git of a brother to win, well that and it got me wondering how satisfactory you would be." Sherlock said with his grin still dancing on his face.

On the other hand, John's face fell, the hurt playing out in his eyes. "So you're saying it was all a sham?" John asked, forgetting Lestrade was even there.

"No just that god awful first kiss. The second one and all the ones after were completely real." Sherlock said, stepping closer to the blonde before pulling him into his long arms.

"Okay, but I'm still not impressed, by either of you." He said, breaking out of the embrace and pointing fingers at both of them. "Hey, Greg, did you know that Sherlock was planning on staying at a drug house for the weekend?" He said as he sat down, waiting for Greg to take his side and lay into his old companion.

"Well actually, that's why I am here, we had a break in the case. We might in fact need him to do just that." Lestrade said as he put his hands in his lap. "And John before you take a bite out of me, I am not happy about it either."

"Why does it have to be him!? Why can't another officer go?" He asked, realizing the conversation wasn't going the way he planned.

"You know why John, because he is the best."

Sherlock was beaming at the idea of getting his own way, just the prospect of it was thrilling. It seemed like everyone but Sherlock realized what a horrible idea this was.

"Fine, you do what you want. But I want you to think about how awful rehab was last time, and remember that if you so much as think about using, I'll put you back in for the full three weeks this time." John said, speaking directly to Sherlock, knowing how much he hated being in a place that made his mind rot.

"John rehabilitation will not be necessary, as I will not be using. I will be observing and analyzing, not muddying my mind with narcotics." He said, over poetically.

Now it was John's turn to roll his eyes, Sherlock Holmes, ever the drama queen. Why could he not get it through his thick skull that he was still human? That he still had temptations and weaknesses? He never denied having them but John knew even though he didn't acknowledge them, that he didn't believe they applied to him. He believed that he was above his humanity, and everyone else at that, except maybe John, John could be his exception.

Lestrade just watched as the scene played out before him. Watched, awed that someone dared to question Sherlock's greatness and wasn't getting screamed at, in fact Sherlock was just waiting there, like a child waiting to be scolded, sitting on his hands.

"This is a very bad...no, this has to be into the top ten worst decisions you have ever made, with one of the first being using drugs in the first place. If you do this...I will...I don't even know, but something not good will come out of this. There's only a few ways this can end and I don't like any of them."

"John, look at me." Sherlock said gently. "I will not use, I promise you."

"You don't believe in promises." John retorted, emotion cracking through his voice.

"But I do believe in keeping my word." He said as he finally left his chair and enveloped John in a second embrace. Sherlock lifted John's face so it was no longer on his shoulder and kissed him, his lips strong and unforgiving, John couldn't help but feel his knees go weak.

Lestrade coughed, intentionally breaking up an exchange the was quickly be coming too private for his liking.

"Anyway..."He said as both the other men sat back down. "It looks like there's more to this theft then we originally thought, through the drug connection we have found that it might also be linked to multiple human trafficking rings here in London and around the UK.

"Well isn't that just lovely, maybe you can get yourself auctioned off at a good price, while you're at it." John said as he threw his hands into the air.

"John, you know that's not how it works, they aren't going to snatch me up and sell me, London is just a..a..shipping port for women and children from other countries, easily accessible countries, countries where the people are poor, countries where people go missing everyday, people that no one will look for." Sherlock said as he started to rummage through a medium sized brown case. Every now again, throwing small items out of the case. John was pretty sure he had seen at least one pair of socks and a paperback fly to the side.

"So you are saying there is no chance, at all, that you will be kidnapped and sold." John said slightly annoyed.

"Not even a slight chance of that happening." Sherlock replied, still focused on the case.

"Just so you know, nothing you say will convince me that this is a good idea." John said as he stood up and started gathering up the mugs from their tea. "Greg, is there anyway that you two can solve this without him doing this?"

"Honestly, John, no I don't think there is, no way that let us infiltrate the drug scene, the human trafficking circle, and will hopefully let us catch the thieves." He said.

John rubbed his forehead, seriously looking like he was in pain. The skin that usually laid flat on his face, was now crinkled, making John seem much older than he was. John was really an old man in a young man's body. He ws so wise, and critical, and ready to take on anyone in his way.

"I don't care what you do, I'm going to go take a nap, just let me know when you wrap up all the details." John said, obviously unhappy and already walking up the stairs.

Once he was gone, the two men resumed talk of their plans. "I think he might be upset with me." Sherlock said, as he started to think about the problem again.

"You think?" Greg repeated sarcastically. "Of course he's upset with you, you are putting you life and well-being in danger."

"Why should that upset him? It's my life and my body." Sherlock reasoned.

"You really don't understand, do you? He loves you. He is worried about you. He is upset at the idea that something might harm you, does that help? "

"Yes a bit. I might feel the same if I was in his place." Sherlock conceded.

"So then you see where he is coming from, if you insist on doing this, you had better be careful. If anything happens to you, I don't think John would ever forgive me." Greg said, giving him a cautious glare. "And God help me if you use, I will never let you work a case again. John doesn't deserve that." He added as he picked up his coat that had been left lazily over the arm of the chair.

"I will give you some time to think it over, call me in the morning when you have made a decision. " Greg said as he left the flat, leaving Sherlock to contemplate what his next move would be.

Sherlock didn't understand what all the fuss was about, it was simply going undercover, something both him and John had done numerous times without any repercussions. Why would this time have to be any different? Just because he had a history with drug abuse, that didn't mean that the first needle he found he was going to stab into his arm. He didn't want to go back to that part of his past anymore than John wanted him to. Overall he was happy with how his life was, why would he want to risk losing the only people he actually cared for.

Once Sherlock had made his final decision, it was already dark, although he hadn't felt particularly inclined to turn on a light. He didn't mind the darkness, it helped him think better, made his thoughts easier to organize. In the dark he could move the files and things he stored away in his mind palace from one corner to the other. Tonight, he was reorganizing everything on John, changing certain things over from one file to another or deleting them all together. John had changed so much since they first met, when they first met, John was a lonely, depressed, traumatized, ex-army medic. Now he was strong, confident, well-loved, and happy.

Sherlock could not keep treating him like he was the same man that he had met at Bart's that cloudy afternoon, because he was so much more now. He was the only person Sherlock could trust completely, he was the bravest man he had ever met, he was also the most loving and caring. John was so complicated, he was his everything. If he ever lost John...no he wouldn't allow himself to think that way, life would be nearly unbearable without him. Now he understood why John was so against this. But that wouldn't deter him. He knew what he would need to do to solve this case.

Sherlock crept up the stairs, quietly, as to not wake Maddy or John. He crawled into John's bed, only slightly jostling the bed as he slid underneath the thick blankets.

"Mmm, finally." John mumbled as he curled into Sherlock's warm body.

"Are you angry with me?" Sherlock whispered as he played with the golden strands that made up John's hair.

"I'm not angry, but I am upset. Sherlock, this is a very dangerous case and I don't want to lose you." He said into the other man's chest.

"I, I understand that now. But I can't just give up, especially now I know of all the lives involved." He said as he kissed the top of his doctor's head.

"Sherlock, I get that you need to finish the case, but what about me? What about us?" John said, knowing how selfish he sounded. "It's just to me, you and Maddy are my whole life. Nothing to me is more important."

Sherlock's eyebrows forced together as he thought about what John was saying. "Yes, you are the most important thing to me as well, but I see very little risk in taking on this case."

"It involves you going into a drug house, being around who knows what kind of people and the inserting yourself in the middle of a human trafficking scheme. How is that not dangerous?"

"I have done all that before and come out almost completely unscathed, well except for the human trafficking bit, but I can figure that all out I'm sure."

John just shook his head. How could the most brilliant man he knew be so...dumb for lack of a better word. After a few moments of silence John finally spoke again.

"I love you, and I am letting you decide this for yourself, I don't want to fight with you anymore. Let's go to sleep, and then I can be mad at you in the morning." John said as he rolled over, letting Sherlock be the big spoon.

Sherlock ran his fingers along the small of his back, his other arm holding him close. He smelled like summer, with tea and honey. His smell was sweet and kind. John's scent lulled him into a deep sleep as well as any lullaby or glass of warm milk ever could. He put all thoughts aside till morning, leaving his mind almost blank. He laid there, thinking of only John until his mind went dark.


A/N: So a new case is looming, exciting. Tell me what you guys think! I hope you guys like it but it's hard to know. Anywho, toodle loo!