A reviewer shared an idea with me a little while ago and I was able to write this epilogue down today. :-D

Also thanks to VerityBurns for looking over this for me! ;)

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"So, things still going well I take it?" Lestrade leaned against the police car beside John.

Glancing over to where Sherlock was involved in a verbal battle with the inept Anderson, John grinned. "Yeah, things are going really well actually."

A few weeks after their game of tag, the DI had noticed a difference between the two men and confronted John during their next pub visit. Lestrade had promised to keep silent. Now, three months later, he was still the only person, besides Mycroft and Mrs Hudson, to know. John was ready to make their relationship public but was waiting for a sign from Sherlock.

Their discussion was interrupted.

"Lestrade please be kind enough to educate Anderson on the importance of not acting like an imbecile! I seem to be using words that are too large and complex for him to understand."

An outraged squeak from the forensics expert had John biting the inside of his lip and Lestrade sighing as he pushed off the car.

"Just one, that's all I ask, one case where we can all act like grownups. Is that too much to ask?" he muttered, on the way to separate the arguing men.

John looked towards the nearby ambulance, hoping a few breaths would combat the humour he felt at Lestrade and Anderson's expense.

A few minutes passed without any further problems as Sherlock shared his findings. With Lestrade's thanks, Sherlock walked over to stand in front of John.

"So, everything all taken care of then? You pointed them in the right direction?" John queried as he looked up, a smile on his face.

Sherlock pulled his leather gloves back on and sniffed. "Yes, although I truly wonder how they manage to solve any crimes without my help, John."

"Yes, how the world managed before the great Sherlock Holmes is mystery to us all." John's affectionate grin halted Sherlock's scathing comments. "Everything taken care of so we can go?"

"Nearly. There are two things more that must be done before we can depart."

Confused, John opened his mouth to speak, but found himself unable to get any words out. Asking, "what two things?", was impossible when his lips were covered and an insanely talented tongue was teasing his own. Mind suddenly blank, all John could do was throw his arms around Sherlock's neck, rise up on his toes and hold on for the ride.

By the time Sherlock let him go, John felt the inside of his mouth had been thoroughly examined and was thankful for the car to collapse against as he caught his breath.

"Not that I didn't..." Apparently his mind needed a few more seconds to work properly again. Sliding his hands down to the front of Sherlock's coat, and ignoring the man's smug grin, John gripped tightly.

"Okay," he began once more. "Not that I didn't thoroughly enjoy that but I'm wondering, why?"

Sherlock rested his hands on the police car, on either side of John's head.

"For the last eleven days you have thought about telling others about the change in our relationship. Three days ago, you decided it would be a positive step. Twenty days ago I had the same thoughts and came to the same conclusion. You have been wondering how to broach the subject with me. Now everyone knows. Problem solved."

John turned his head back towards the crime scene. Every officer's attention was focused solely on them. Except for Anderson and Donovan, smiles were on each face. In fact, Lestrade was chuckling as he took money from Hopkins and John saw others exchanging money too before he turned back to Sherlock.

"You know, by rights I should be pissed off about this. Not talking to me first before you decide to 'out' us to basically the entire force in public?" John noticed Sherlock's smile remained. "Honestly though, I can't be bothered to care."

"I always knew you were smarter than the rest of them, John."

John chuckled while moving to stand on his own. "So, now that everyone knows can we head home?"

"You do remember me telling you there were two things do you not?"

John nodded. "So what was the other thing?"

Sherlock leaned over to John's left ear and whispered, "pieni", before darting through the maze of nearby officers.

John's breath huffed out in surprise, contentment and happiness. He nodded a quick goodbye to Lestrade and tore after Sherlock.