Ciaran sighed as he lifted his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. He shouldn't be surprised that Sherlock decided to run off without him...He really shouldn't. Ciaran crouched down behind a wall, muzzle of his gun pointed to the floor as he watched Sherlock try to escape his bonds. He also watched as the captor started waiving a very large and lethal looking knife in Sherlocks face. The knife was so sharp that when the blade hit one of the detectives curls it was sheered off.
Baa baa black sheep cutting off the wool... Maybe everyone was correct in thinking that I am a bit nuts...Oh well
Ciaran groaned as he saw the knife wave closer and closer to his lovers face and the mans voice get louder and louder.
"You know I could have been one of the greats! I could have done WONDROUS THINGS! But no. YOUR BOYFRIEND HAD TO GET IN THE WAY OF ALL OF THAT. ALL THOSE DESCENDANTS GOT IN THE WAY! And all this simply because of who my ancestor was."
"Your Ancestor was a murderer and a rapist and a pedophile. And now you are following in his footsteps exactly as predicted" Ciaran replied as he stepped out of the shadows, gun raised.
"I AM NOT HIM!" The man screamed and brandished his knife away from Sherlock and towards Ciaran.
Several shots rang out, spraying him with blood.
Ciaran blinked and looked up to where the shots had come from.
Mihail smiled and held up his gun. "Why do people always comes after you with knives?" He grinned and then motioned behind him where three men came forwards to pick up the mans body and carry it away.
"You're a dick." Ciaran said as he cut Sherlock free from his bonds.
"It's genetic"
Several hours later
Ciaran had Sherlock sitting on the couch as he dabbed antiseptic against one of the cuts on the detectives face.
"You're an idiot you know."
Sherlock smiled up at his lover. "But we caught the man."
Ciaran smiled back. "Idiot."
"But I'm your idiot."
"Yes you are."
"Does that mean you'll marry me?"
Ciaran stopped abruptly and leaned back to look at the mans face. "What?"
"Never mind it was stupid." Sherlock blushed and moved to stand up.
Ciaran grabbed his boyfriend and pushed him back against the couch and straddled his lap. "Nope. Repeat that please."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"No"
"So we agree."
"Yes...Wait."
Ciaran smiled at his boyfriend as he pressed a kissed to his mouth. "What was my first answer?"
"Yes."
"There you go."
"What?"
"You'll figure it out."
John and Lestrade stared at the two men on the couch. "How long did it take him to figure out you said yes?" John asked making Sherlock sulk.
"Go ahead Sherl. Tell him."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"No"
"So we agree."
"Yes...Wait."
Ciaran smiled at his husband. "It was about a week before he actually thought about it."