John's POV

What the hell was I doing?

We walked into the crime scene (a hotel room), and meet Greg, Sally and Anderson.

"Oh God, not you too," Anderson said.

"Please, someone tell me this is an experiment," Greg sighed. Sally just smirked.

"No, it's not an experiment, this is who we are, now can you please shut up, I need to think," Sherlock snapped. Suddenly, Greg's phone began to ring. He excused himself, and left the room.

Sally and Anderson snorted. They began to make rude comments, ones I can't bear repeating. Sherlock fumed.

"Get out," He growled.

"Excuse me? We work here, this is our crime scene, so I think not," Sally crossed her arms.

"What will it take for me to get rid of you?" Sherlock rolled his eyes.

Anderson began to speak, when Sherlock had decided he'd had enough. He turned around, grabbed the front of my jumper, and kissed me.

Sherlock's POV

"Oh, for God's sake!" Anderson cried, throwing his arms in the air and running out the room.

"Freak, you really get off on this," Sally hissed, joining Anderson. I didn't let go until I was sure they'd left.

John jumped back. "WHAT. THE. HELL."

"I needed to get them out," I turned, and pulled out my micro-lense, examining the victim's body.

John made a couple of angry grunts, before continuing to shout, "Sherlock, just, what, couldn't you have waited until Lestrade kicked them out?"

"Obviously not," I rolled my eyes, then paused. Anderson and Sally where coming back, and they were bringing Lestrade. Damn, I though I'd have longer.

I turned, and pulled John towards me again before he could protest, and slammed our lips together.

"See?" Anderson cried. I saw Lestrade out of the corner of my eye. He raised his eyebrow, then turned to the others.

"Maybe we should give them a minute," He said slowly, and dragged the other two out.

John's POV

They left the room again, but Sherlock didn't pull back. The kiss wasn't a pleasant on. We were pressed against each other, and if we continued like this, my lips would probably burst.

I weakened underneath him, and aloud him more access.

"Sherlock," I whispered, our noses touching, lips still dangerous close, "Shouldn't we be working on the case?"

"Shut up," Sherlock grumbled, pulling me into another kiss.

A/N: AT LAST! JOHNLOCK!