Sorry for updating so late, but I saw Harry Potter at midnight and then went on vacation, so I had no time to update. I've also been having trouble with ideas for new chapters.
Summary: Tiva-Jisbonxxx said they wanted to Lestrade or Mycroft's reaction to their relationship, so this chapter is Lestrade's reaction.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
At around 12 pm, Sherlock's phone rang. The detective and his doctor groaned in unison, and John grabbed the phone off the bedside table.
"Hello?" He asked tiredly, into the phone.
"John?" The man on the other line asked.
"Mmmhmm," He replied.
"It's Lestrade, we need you and Sherlock down here in an hour. We've got a case for you," Lestrade said.
"'Kay, we'll be there," John replied, hanging up.
John turned to face Sherlock. He moved closer to him, and placed a kiss on his nose. Sherlock's eyes opened, staring into John's. "Good morning," John said, smiling.
Sherlock returned the smile, "Morning."
"Lestrade called, we have to be at Scotland Yard in an hour. They have a case," The good doctor said, snuggling in closer to Sherlock.
"We should probably get up, then," He replied, stroking John's hair.
"I don't want to," John said, nuzzling his face into Sherlock's neck.
Sherlock sighed, "I'm afraid we have to, come on then."
He stood up, pulling the shorter man up so that he was kneeling on the bed. Bending down, the detective put his forehead against John's, then kissing him lightly. John got out of bed, and went made them tea. They drank their tea quickly, and dressed in a hurry.
"This better be good," Sherlock said to Lestrade as they walked into his office.
"It's a bit of a funny one. Three murders, all victims were women in their early twenties. Hung in the rafters from three different warehouses. Time of deaths are only hours apart," Lestrade explained, laying out pictures of each crime scene.
"Do these women have anything in common?" Sherlock asked, inspecting each photograph.
"They all worked at the same supermarket as cashiers, but they didn't know each other. They all worked different shifts," Lestrade said.
"Well, it's obvious then," The consulting detective said, putting down the photographs.
"What's obvious?" Lestrade asked.
"Look at each woman. Look at their shoes!" Sherlock said, clearly annoyed.
"They're all wearing heels," John commented.
"Exactly! And why where heels if they're working all day, on their feet, at a supermarket?" Sherlock looked at the other two men in the room, waiting for one of them to answer.
"Because they were going to see someone after work! And from the color of the soil on the bottom of their shoes, I imagine they all went to the same apartment building- and they all showed up minutes after the previous one. Basically, he invited these women over, each one thinking it was a date, and killed them. We're looking for a man that works at the supermarket at the same time as all of these women," Sherlock said after no one answered.
"Brilliant!" John remarked. Sherlock gave him the usual 'Yes, I know I'm clever, but please stop doing that' look.
"If that's all, we'll be leaving then," Sherlock said, heading towards the door.
"Yeah, I'll call you when we find the guy," Lestrade called, as Sherlock and John left his office.
At the entrance to the building, John seized Sherlock by his sleeve and pulled him down for a kiss."What was that for?" Sherlock asked lightly.
"You're cute when you're clever," John replied, kissing him again.
They heard the clacking of loafers on the wood floor approaching them, and turned around. Lestrade was a few feet away from them, holding John's cellphone in his hand, looking rather embarrassed.
"Umm... Sorry... I was just going to return this to you, John," The DI mumbled, handing the cell phone to John, and then turning to leave.
"Oh, don't look so surprised, anyone could have told by our body language that we're together. Are you really that unobservant?" Sherlock asked.
"We're not all geniuses, Sherlock. But congratulations, I suppose. Good day," He replied, walking away.
Sherlock turned back to John and took his hand.
"Lunch?" He asked.
"Sure," John replied, pulling Sherlock towards the road to catch a cab. The detective bent down and kissed John passionately, John's right arm hailing the cab, and his left on Sherlock's chest.
"And what was that for?" John asked, smiling.
"Because I love you."
I think this ending was kind of cheesy, let me know what you think. I also apologize for the shortness of the chapters, I myself like fics with long chapters, but I'm never able to think of anything over 1,000 words. I might do Mycroft's reaction next or later on. I was also thinking about adding some Mystrade, so let me know what you think about that as well. I have writer's block, so any suggestions are welcome. It may take a while for the next update due to writer's block, but I assure you it will be within a week.