Sherlock tried to run into the building but he was held back by Lestrade.
'Sherlock don't go running in there, he is probably armed, it's not safe'
'I don't give a shit about what's safe, John needs me. I don't have time for this' He tried to wrestle out of Lestrade's grip.
'I'm not letting you go in there alone.'
In the distance Sherlock heard the sound of sirens. He saw the police van stop in the middle of the road and out came heavily armed officers.
Lestrade turned to Sherlock and raised his eyebrows, Sherlock threw his arms up in the air 'Fine we'll do it your way'
They all ran up the stairs, Sherlock first, the police following after him. He took the stairs two at a time, finally finding Spark's door but it was locked. He waited for the police to catch him up, cursing under his breath that they were not as quick as him, he would have to wait for them to break the door down. This was taking too much time.
When the police finally caught up with him he moved out of the way while they knocked down the door, he still made sure he was first into the flat. There was lots of shouting and he heard himself yelling Spark's name. He found him in the living room, George hovering over John, at first Sherlock feared the worse. That they were too late and John was dead, however he saw his chest very faintly move. John was alive.
He flung himself at George showering punches, he had never been so angry.
'Get your fucking hands of my boyfriend' he yelled at Sparks. Lestrade had to drag him of him.
'Calm down man, let me handle this.' He tried to sooth Sherlock as if he was an angry toddler. 'John, go be with John he needs you.'
Sherlock crouched down beside John's body, he cupped his face and saw his eyes flicker open.
'Sherlock, you found me, I knew you would' Sherlock kissed him on the forehead.
'Of course I did, remember I am Sherlock bloody Holmes'
Lestrade closed the door of the police van where he had put Sparks. Another case closed thanks to Sherlock Holmes, his ego was going to be unbearable. He found John and Sherlock standing outside, both wrapped up in a blanket. Sherlock with his arms round John refusing to let anyone close. They had asked John if he fancied going to the hospital but John replied that he would rather just go home back to 221B. Lestrade doubted Sherlock would let any doctors even touch John.
He watched as the pair entwined their hands together. 'So you two eh' He laughed 'Took you long enough.'
Sherlock Holmes had a boyfriend, as if he wasn't unbearable enough already.
Just one more chapter to go. Hope you like it xxx