9. "I Love You"

"Well, if he had died from that explosion wouldn't there be more of him around the scene?" John asked looking at the body.

"Of course! John, I love you! That's perfect!" Sherlock's mind jumped so quickly in his excitement for the case, and he ran off immediately to grab a cab to go back to the scene of the explosion. Donavan and Anderson were laughing behind their hands swapping looks of pure amusement .

"He doesn't mean it like that, he's Sherlock," John defended walking after his over eager partner. Lestrade smirked at that.

"Yeah, but that's not Sherlock-" Donavan said mischievously, but was cut off.

"Course it is," John scoffed.

"To say that?" Donavan and Anderson kept the all knowing looks going between them as if their deductions were right. Which of course they were rather right, not that John would admit that Sherlock did act more like a friend to him than anyone else.

"Come on John!" Sherlock yelled from beside a cab. John walked off to Donavan and Anderson wolf whistling and stuff as Lestrade tried to hide a bright smile. John eventually threw up his hand with a rude gesture and stalked off to get in the cab beside Sherlock.

Another chapter today. It's probably a bit sloppy, but I wanted a more light hearted chapter with Sherlock saying something without really realising. That's pretty much it. Let me know if there's anything you want to see me attempt ^_~

Thanks,

~ Rynn Zekio Zusha