A plane taxied to the army hospital hangar. A tall, ginger haired man hurried off the plane, and almost ran into the hospital. Mycroft got stopped by a nurse, "Excuse me sir, who are you?" she asked.

"Mycroft Holmes, I am here to see my brother-in-law, Captain Doctor John H. Watson-Holmes. Of the 5th Northumberland Fusiliers," he stated to the nurse.

"Room 12, Mr. Holmes," she answered. Mycroft raced towards the room that she had mentioned. He opened the door to see his brother-in-law of four years, laying on the makeshift hospital bed. One of his shoulders was wrapped in a bandage, and he had bandages wrapped around his chest and abdomen. John was asleep, and it looked like he was in pain. A nurse came into the room and saw that the Captain had a visitor.

"Excuse me, but can you tell what happened to him?" Mycroft asked.

"Captain Watson and company were captured about two months ago, and they were pretty much proclaimed MIA, but about two weeks ago, we got a S.O.S from Captain Watson, we sent in a rescue team, but the commander got shot, and Captain Watson led both companies to safety, but during that, he got shot in the shoulder, and during his incarceration, he kinda got tortured because he was in charge of the troops," the nurse told Mycroft, as she wiped a tear from her eye.

Mycroft sat down beside John, and he texted Sherlock.

I am in Afghanistan right now, with John. He was injured, I will start the medical discharge process. Don't let it distract you from work. -MH

WHAT? What happened? How is he? -SH

He got shot. I will have him home to you within a week. -MH

He put his phone away and just sat beside John.

John woke up to see his husband's brother. "Mycroft," he managed to croak out, and Mycroft lifted his head, and when he saw that John was awake, he quickly got up and put a straw to John's lips. "Is Sherlock alright?" he asked.

"Sherlock is fine, John, but it is you that I am worried about. You got shot, and you had been tortured. You have been medically and honorably discharged. You will be home in a week, but you will probably spend some time in Barts," Mycroft told him. John just nodded, and Emma wheeled his hospital bed onto a plane, that was clearly Mycroft's. Sometimes it was a good thing that he was married to the brother of the British Government.

Sherlock was at a crime scene when his phone went off. He pulled it out of his pocket. It was a text from his brother.

I am in Afghanistan right now, with John. He was injured, I will start the medical discharge process. Don't let it distract you from work. -MH

WHAT? What happened? How is he? -SH

He got shot. I will have him home to you within a week. -MH

Lestrade came up to Sherlock, "You alright mate?" he asked the consulting detective.

"I am fine, but in about a week, I will not be in for a while, someone that I care about greatly has been wounded, and I am a little anxious, I apologize for my unprofessional actions," he confessed and continued to deduce the dead body and the crime scene. Lestrade noticed that Sherlock was fiddling with a necklace that had a platinum ring on it. It was clearly a man's wedding ring. The thought of Sherlock being married just barely crossed his mind, before he just assumed it was a family heirloom or something.

A week after John woke up, he was in one of Mycroft's cars, on his way to see his husband at one of his crime scenes. "Anything you need to brief me on about the crime scenes, Mycroft?" he asked his brother-in-law.

"This is the fourth murder, they all ate the poison themselves, but Sherlock is convinced that it is a serial killer. You are going to your first of Sherlock's crime scenes, beware that the police that he works with are not very nice," Mycroft assured him. John just nodded and smirked, he hoped he would be able to punch them.

They pulled up to the crime scene, and John got out. "Thank you for everything Mycroft, see you for dinner next week," John grinned, and he walked up to the police tape, his arm in a camo sling. There was a woman at the police tape who he went up to.

"Are you the medical consultant?" she asked.

"Yes I am, can I see the body?" he asked. She nodded and took him upstairs, to where he saw a woman in pink, and his husband kneeling over the body, with his magnifying glass.

"Sherlock it has been two minutes, I need anything you got," the officer told Sherlock.

"Woman in her late 30's, professional person by her clothes, something in the media by the freighting shade of pink," Sherlock sprouted off. John grinned.

"A serial adulteress, judging by her wedding ring, it is dirty, all the rest of the jewelry is clean," John put in. Sherlock looked up in shock. He looked up, and assessed John from his trainers, to his jeans, to his button up shirt, with the leather jacket, and up to the camo sling. Sherlock stood up very quickly. John braced himself for the hug that he had missed for three years.

"John!" Sherlock almost shouted, and John wrapped his arm around his husband, who was sobbing into his neck.

"Hey, I'm alright, it will take awhile for my shoulder to heal, but nothing I can't handle," he assured his husband. The officer was gaping at them.

"Do you want to examine the body?" Sherlock asked John. John smiled, and grabbed Sherlock's hand to help himself down, and Sherlock after he got down, also knelt.

"Asphyxiation, she choked on her own vomit, I agree with Sherlock that it is murder, where is her phone and her suitcase," John pointed out. Sherlock looked proud of John.

"How do you know that she had a suitcase?" the officer asked.

"There are speckles on her right calf, that are not present on the left, showing that she pulled a smallish bag behind her with her right hand," Sherlock deduced.

"Have I ever told you how much I love when you do that?" John asked.

"Yes you have, but please carry on," Sherlock stated, seemingly with no shame. They walked down the stairs, and out the door. "I am going to go find the case, I will meet you at home?" Sherlock asked.

"Alright, I will either get a cab, or text MyCroft for a lift. I will see you at home, I love you," He declared.

"And I you," Sherlock answered, and ran off. John watched him go, smiling. The women that let him in looked at him.

"What is your connection to Sherlock Holmes? He doesn't have friends, so what are you?" She asked. John just raised an eyebrow at her.

"I am the closest thing he has to a friend. I am his partner, his husband, and his protector. So don't you dare let me hear you say that he is a 'freak' or 'abnormal'. Sherlock Watson-Holmes is intelligent, brilliant, and the most amazing person I have ever met, and the NSY team should be lucky that he solves your crimes for you. The entire time I was in the army, he would write and complain that everyone but Lestrade was an idiot, and from what I have seen, he is correct, you will be lucky if I don't launch a formal complaint," John proclaimed, and he got out his phone.

Hey Mycroft, could you send a car to my location, Sherlock and his magic cab abilities left to go find evidence? -JW

The car will be there in two minutes. -MH

Thanks -JW

A black Lincoln car pulled up, and Emma got out, and opened the other door. John just smiled at the person who was like a sister after all these years. He saw the people from Scotland Yard gaping at John.

"Hello John, Mycroft asked me to ask you if you had your Browning-L9A1 pistol on you?" she asked as the driver started the car. John just nodded and they went to Baker St. where John got out. He walked up to the door and knocked. The door opened and he saw Mrs. Hudson, the person who had been like a mother to Sherlock and himself.

"John Watson-Holmes, as I live and breathe. My boy, I am so glad that you are home," she exclaimed.

"And I am so happy to see you!" John answered, and they both went up to the Watson-Holmes flat. John walked in to see his husband sitting on the couch, with the girl that they had adopted before he left sitting with him. John knelt, and called "Rosie?" the little girl looked up and there was excitement on her face.

"DADDY!" she yelled and pounced on John, who picked her up and spun her around, all while he was pressing many kisses to her face. They had adopted her about two weeks before he was deployed. She was only two then.

"I have missed you so much baby!" John exclaimed, as he sat on the couch, and the small family all hugged each other. "I have missed both of you very much."

John saw the case, it was vividly pink. "Sherlock, sweetie, is that the victim's suitcase?" he asked.

"Yes, do you want to examine it? I am going to go put Rosie to bed if you want to come?" he asked his husband.

"Yes on both accounts," John replied, and they both took Rosie's hands, and took her upstairs to the room that used to be John's, that a week before they had adopted Rosie had converted into a nursery.

They tucked her into a pink and black twin size bed. Both of them kissed her forehead, and said goodnight to their baby girl. Then they went downstairs. Both of them dropped onto the couch. "I can't believe I missed so much of her childhood," John said sullenly as he examined the case.

"You are still alive, which means that you can learn our routine, and you can be her other Daddy," Sherlock assured his husband.

"Sherlock there is an email on her for a me phone account, do you think?" John asked.

"That her password is Rachel?" Sherlock finished the thought. "Oh John, you my love are brilliant. That is exactly what it is. We need to call Scotland Yard," Sherlock exclaimed, as he pulled out his phone.

We found the case, and we found a way to track the killer. He has Wilson's phone, and we can track it online. Come to Baker St. -SH

He pulled John up from the sofa, and pulled him into his lap and took his neck in his hands and pulled John's lips onto his lips. It had been three years since he had really gotten to kiss his husband. John's lips molded against his, and Sherlock slid his tongue along John's lips. John opened his mouth, but Sherlock was expecting to be the dominant one in the kiss, but John dominated the kiss. Sherlock had to pull away after a while to breathe.

"Damn John, you give me a way better high than cocaine," Sherlock proclaimed, when John moved to kiss his neck. John found the one spot that made Sherlock moan and scream, and he attacked it with zealous need.

John was still sucking Sherlock's neck when the officers barged into the room, just when John got Sherlock to scream. The officers gaped at that. John broke off, and blushed.

"I can explain," John said, his hands still deeply planted in Sherlock's hair. Lestrade gaped.

"Why are you here Inspector?" Sherlock asked.

"It's a drug bust," Answered the officer.

"Sherlock! You said you were clean!" John almost yelled.

"I have been since you and I started dating, John." Sherlock responded. The officers left to give them a bit of couple time.