Lestrade opened her eyes to find Holmes kneeling over her, his hand gently rubbing her face. There was actually a tear drop running down his cheek, and his eyes were full of worry and love. (Yes, LOVE) "Lestrade?" his voice was soft and his warm breath tingled her cheeks. He was leaning really close to her.
Lestrade gave a low moan and shut her eyes in pain. Holmes
brought her to a half-sitting position, his arm supporting her
back. "Are you all right?"
"Um... Yeah, I...." a sudden silence came over Lestrade as she
looked into the eyes of her companion. There was something
there, though she didn't know what, that made her stop dead.
This was not a time for words.
They stopped there for a moment, each one motionless, staring
into the other one's eyes. Then, on a sudden impulse, both
leaned closer to each other, and their lips locked.
Harmony fell over the room, and it seemed as if time itself had
stopped. You could almost hear singing, and the room that had
held so much dread just moments before now held nothing but the
sweetness of love.