A/N: I suppose I should have made this into two seperate chapters...
But I've had to wipe my computer and re-download EVERYTHING and get an English fiction essay done today so no offence, but I couldn't be bothered.
So you've got this...
Hope you like it anyway :)
Oh, and by the way seeing as I've hit the 25 chapter mark I was wondering if you lovely people could give me a review on how the whole story is going so far and what you want more/less of? Thanks.
"Jo-oo-ohn." Sherlock bellowed.
"In the airing cupboard, dear. It's warm but I doubt he'll find you." Mrs Hudson smiled.
"Thanks." John smiled, jumping out of his chair and quickly tucking himself into the airing cupboard. He was a bit annoyed that he barely started his tea. Mrs Hudson's airing cupboard was nice, it didn't have chemicals brewing in it.
"Mrs Hudson, it is very inappropriate to hide my John in your airing cupboard." Sherlock's sing-song voice called. John rolled his eyes.
"Oh, Sherlock. Leave him be. We were having a lovely little conversation about my Ted." Mrs Hudson scolded. The door of the airing cupboard swung open and Sherlock glared down at John.
"Good evening." John blurted. Sherlock arched an eyebrow.
"Okay dear, I guess its time for you to go home." Mrs Hudson sighed.
"Thank you, Mrs Hudson. Another time?" John smiled sadly.
"Any time, dear." Mrs Hudson smiled.
"If you're quite finished." Sherlock scowled. John sighed and hauled himself to his feet. Sherlock grabbed his arm and locked onto it.
"Bye, Mrs Hudson." John smiled as he was lead from the room by Sherlock. As the door closed behind them, Sherlock pressed John against the wall.
"You are mine." He growled, kissing John powerfully. John sank into the kiss just as Sherlock pulled away.
"I know that." He chuckled, his hands moving to Sherlock's waist.
"No more sneaking off." Sherlock warned.
"I left a note on the door." John protested. Sherlock smirked and kissed John again, drawing a small groan out of him.
"I know." He grinned "Now, get changed. I want to go out." John gaped as Sherlock pulled away and began running up the stairs.
"Where are we going?" John called.
"To make Lestrade take back the suspension." Sherlock replied, disappearing into the flat. John looked down at his clothes. It was a warm day and he was in an old tee and some jeans. What was wrong with that? He followed Sherlock up the stairs and into the flat.
"What do you want me to wear?" He asked. Sherlock was looking for something under his desk.
"Clothes. Not them. Too cute, don't want people eyeing you up. The shirt I bought you, maybe? No. The scarlet one- back of your wardrobe, the jeans can stay." Sherlock replied distractedly. John chuckled and pulled off his shirt, throwing it across the room and into the kitchen.
"Mr L, the freak is here to see you." One of the officers called. Lestrade appeared from his office and scowled, going into his 'Policeman stance'.
"I told you, a week suspension." Lestrade stated. Lots of heads turned and John squirmed on the spot.
"I'm not a member of your team. You can't suspend me." Sherlock retorted.
"I can keep you off cases." Lestrade snapped. He was trying to show his authority, and Sherlock was intending to break that in front of his team. It was a low blow, but a necessary one.
"No you can't." Sherlock smirked, mirroring Lestrade's stance. John found himself between them.
"Yes, I can." Lestrade insisted.
"Everyone in this room knows you can't." Sherlock smiled. Lestrade's shoulders slacked a little.
"Sherlock." John warned him.
"It's for John's safety. You know what I'm like when I don't have cases. I've already thought about killing him, doing an experiment." Sherlock drawled. John gaped up at Sherlock, shocked. Everyone in the room did too.
"But Sherlock, he's your- Jesus man, you're sick." Lestrade choked "God, you can come back." Lestrade glanced at John.
"Good." Sherlock grinned "Oh, and by the way: I'd kill myself before I even thought about hurting John." He added with a wink, pulling John by the arm from the room. When they were outside, John turned and smacked him on the arm.
"No more bullying." He warned.
A/N: Gah, lack of sleep/time/brainpower has made me veryyy lazy. Please let me know what you think :)