This is a short one, cause I'm really ill, but I didn't wanted left you all waiting.
Sorry for all the mistakes, I have a really high fever :(
CHAPTER 12.
They kiss and kiss, and can't stop, like it's not the first but last time, like they have to make up for all these moments in past, when they almost did it but something stopped them. Time passes but they don't feel it, lost in each other, their kisses becoming more and more passionate. John has Sherlock pinned to the wall, with his wrists above his head and he realizes he wanted to do it for such a long time, that now when it's happening, everything feels like a dream.
Finally, he breaks, leaving one, gentle kiss on Sherlock's mouth.
"I think we probably should go before they start to suspect something." He says, blushing slightly. Sherlock looks at him and his gaze leaves good doctor feeling too hot in his skin, his brilliant detective looking like he wanted to devour him. He takes his hand and squeezes it gently. "Case?" He looks at the door pointedly.
"Solved." Detective says, his voice a bit hoarse.
"Let's go and tell Lestrade then?" John suggests.
"Oh. Right. Okay." Sherlock looks a bit lost and at the same time so happy and relieved that John can't stop himself and kisses him one more time, before taking his hand and leading him upstairs.
He realizes, that he doesn't care everyone will know. Mycroft knows anyway and people talk about them all the time. And he has no intention hiding his happiness.
They go upstairs, holding hands all the time, only to find Mycroft holding Hamish in his arms – sight so peculiar they both just stop and stare for a moment – and talking quietly with Lestrade.
Julie sits in the same position as before, her eyes closed though.
"Finally." Says DI, and his voice is still tired, but he smiles and John is aware, that their looks tell everything, hair dishevelled and lips swollen. "Sherlock, any ideas who did it?"
"Actually, everything is relatively obvious." Sherlock is himself again, and John can't help it and smiles. Actually it seems like he unconsciously does it all the time, unable to stop. "I knew it from the start that there was something wrong with this tattoo studio, but I couldn't grasp it at the time. It was Julie all along. And oh, she is clever. But, she also made one tremendous mistake, being too self-confident and sure no one would notice. Julie's sister was the artist in her studio, and has lots of regulars who she was friends with. She also has an affair with Julie's boyfriend. So Mrs. Cook, in order to know everything and prepare her revenge, blackmailed all her sister's regulars. But then she had to get rid of them. So she killed them. She is excellent shot, been in military years ago before settling down and opening tattoo studio. " John looks at his detective, who walks slowly through tiny room, his eyes never leaving Julie Cook's face. She looks back at him, her eyes wide and shocked, all colours leaving her face. "When you knew everything about your sister's affair, you decided to kill her too, didn't you? And you enjoyed it. You came here, and started yelling at her, then you pulled out the gun. She tried to fight, what left her fingers scratched and her nails broken. And so does yours – which you didn't notice, and which gave you away." Sherlock is by her side instantly, catching her wrist and showing it to Lestrade. Indeed, Julie's nails are broken and covered in dried blood.
"I asked her about it and she said she tried to resuscitate her sister." DI frowns.
"I told you she was clever. But looking at her hands made me realize what happened." Sherlock's eyes are bright when he looks at John and John says "amazing", but what he really wants to say is "I love you".
Then he realizes something.
"If it's all about her boyfriend's affair then why did she dated me?" He frowns, and then realizes he shouldn't asked it, because Sherlock looks hurt for a split second, and no matter he hides it, John still knows.
"She spot great opportunity to strengthen her alibi there." Detective says, eyes fixed on Julie again. "But after she reassured us all that she is indeed single and dating, she needed you no more."
"Oh." It seems that's all John can say.
"And that's all." Sherlock comes to Mycroft and takes Hamish from him, who is fast asleep at this point. "Can we go home now?"
John realizes he is impatient too, his eagerness eased while listening to Sherlock's deductions now burning bright once again.
He smiles apologetically, and then they leave, leaving Lestrade to deal with murderer, and leaving the whole world to go its way, because now there are just the two of them and nothing else matters.