The next few weeks went by in a daze. I had finally been released from the hospital when my fever had gone and I felt much better. Sherlock went back and started helping Scotland Yard, surprising everyone of course and refusing to tell them how he had survived. I continued to follow him around on cases like always, chasing after criminals together. We never really talked much about the things I had said to him and I had learned to live with the fact that he didn't like me the same way that I liked him.
"John do hurry" I watched as Sherlock sprinted around another corner ahead of me and I struggled to keep up.
"Don't wait for me" I barely gasped as I sprinted around the corner. I watched as he suddenly stopped reaching back and grabbing my hand.
"Sherlock… Wha?" I barely got the words out as he once again began sprinting down the street dragging me behind him.
"There he is!" Sherlock turned one last corner and I realized we had reached a dead end. At the end of the alley was the man we had been chasing, looking around frantically trying to find a way out.
"Don't move" I heard Sherlock caution the man as he reached one hand forward, gesturing the man to stay where he was. The whole time he continued to hold my hand, I looked at him questioningly before starting to pull away. His grip on me only tightened as I tried to break free. Why wouldn't he let go?
"John, get my phone and call Lestrade. Let him know we found the man."
"Where is it?"
"My back right pocket." I stood there not sure what to do. I was on his left side and getting his phone would mean that I would have to reach across him and then underneath his coat and into his pants in order to reach his phone, this wasn't going to work well. I contemplated whether or not to get it before finally sighing and moving to grab the phone. I began to reach for the phone but was caught by surprise when I couldn't move very far because of the detective's death grip that remained around my wrist. Well this was going to be hard, I thought to myself. I ended up basically bear hugging Sherlock, one hand reaching into his rear pant pocket.
"Now people will definitely talk" I mumbled into Sherlock's coat.
"Well that was unexpected…" I froze as I heard Lestrade's voice coming from behind Sherlock. Well this was definitely going to look bad. I quickly pulled my hand out of Sherlock's pants and went to move away from the detective.
"We weren't… I wasn't…." I suddenly felt Sherlock's arm wrap around my back and pull me closer.
"What John is trying to say is that I was so happy that he trapped the criminal that I decided to hug him." Sherlock announced this to the DI in the most serious way that I was suddenly deeply confused.
"Oh and I'm sure that John's hand just happened to fall into your pants." Lestrade laughed and shook his head, gesturing the police to take custody of the criminal standing greatly confused in the corner.
Once the man was in custody and Sherlock explained everything that had happened to Lestrade, we left walking together once again finding our way to the main road.
"What was that about?" I looked up at Sherlock, knowing that he would understand what I meant.
"Just doing you a favor John."
"A favor? You call telling Lestrade that we were hugging and I was getting in your pants for no apparent reason a favor?" Sherlock laughed in his deep baritone voice before responding to my outburst.
"Oh I know you enjoyed it John."
"What? I…. I did not."
"Yes you did, you're just too afraid to admit it."