Sorry it's a short one today guys, been caught up on one of my original stories, but I still wanted to update today so here's a short little treat.

Still awaiting your suggestions as to what the 200 review chapter should be. Enjoy.

God he picked the worst moments for something like this.

They'd been out all night chasing a gunman down the streets of London, and now that they'd finally caught him they found themselves dragged to Scotland Yard to make their statements. Of course Sherlock was clearly having none of that seeing as the moment Lestrade had his back turned he'd grabbed John by the wrist and dragged him off into a storage closet.

"Sherlock..." John protested as the detective pressed hot kisses against his neck. Sherlock only moaned softly in reply, his teeth catching against John's skin.

"We have to..." John tried to remember exactly what it was they were supposed to do but it was hard when Sherlock had his hands prying at the buttons on his shirt and his tongue prying open his lips. Sherlock pulled John in close and deprived the man of air with a particularly hungry kiss. Apparently John wasn't close enough because the doctor found himself being lifted up and pushed onto a nearby shelf so that Sherlock could have a better angle.

John wrapped his legs around the detective's thin frame and Sherlock obliged by pressing closer. By now he'd stripped John of his shirt and tossed it aside, and John tried not to think about what would happen if someone walked in at this moment.

"This is not a good time!" John tried to protest.

"I don't care." Sherlock rumbled, his hands dragging across the bare flesh of John's chest in clear admiration.

"We're in public."

"We're in a closet."

Sherlock gave a tiny thrust forward and it was not missed by the doctor who currently had his legs wrapped around him. Sherlock smirked at the appreciative moan and moved in closer to bite and suck at John's neck. He wanted to leave a mark, he wanted all of Scotland Yard to see that he had claimed John Watson.

John began to return the amorous actions, pressing Sherlock into a deep kiss. Their tongues mingled in sheer bliss while John wondered if he could get the coat and shirt off Sherlock in a timely and effective fashion. He was on the second button when the door swung open and engulfed the room in light.

"Bloody hell...really?" Lestrade yelled. "You couldn't wait ten minutes to give a statement and go home?"