AN: Okay here is the Epilogue and final chapter of the fic. I hope you've all enjoyed it.
I wanted to do something a bit fluffy; but also keep it in character for Johnlock. Hopefully I managed that. Let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I'm praying to Santa to bring me the rights to Sherlock Holmes; until he brings them I don't own anything.
"Took you long enough Freak. We called you over and hour ago."
Sally Donovan snips as John and Sherlock approach the pub turned crime scene.
"47 minutes; agent Donovan. John and I were busy; it's not my fault you call at the most inopportune moments." Sherlock responded smoothly. She made a strange sort of spluttering noise and Anderson; who was standing near by turned a rather odd shade of green. Poor John was downright embarrassed. In reality they'd been in the middle of an experiment with some very acidic chemicals that they couldn't leave unattended; but the way Sherlock made it sound...
Sherlock surveyed their faces "Not good?" He inquired towards John. "Bit not good." John managed weakly. "Oh. Sorry then." he said; directing his apology towards John before continuing towards the crime scene; ducking under the police tape.
John scurried after him; desperately hoping that he wasn't blushing by the time they reached Lestrade. Upon seeing them Lestrade launched right in; explaining the case. "We've got a 24 year old female, found this morning by the pub's owner when she opened up for the day. She doesn't know the girl; nobody does. She's got no ID. Also-" Sherlock cut him off "John do a preliminary exam." John isn't sure exactly when this became "standard procedure" for them; but it was. At every case John did a basic medical examination to determine cause of death; injuries and any other relevant information. Then Sherlock would piece together the rest. He nodded and knelt by the body; while Sherlock continued listening to the case details from Lestrade. After a few minutes he stood "She's got bruising indicative of a struggle and a broken rib; but not enough physical injuries to kill her. She appears to be diabetic judging by the visibility of injection site from continual usage. Also she's got abrasions on her legs and knees like she was drug; looks like carpet burns; so she probably wasn't killed here; just planted. Make of it what you will" he says; stepping aside so that Sherlock can do his own examination. Sherlock smiled. "Thank you dear." he said, carelessly dropping a kiss on John's cheek as he moved to kneel for his own examination.
"Holy Shit!" came Lestrade's eloquent proclamation. John did his best to act nonchalant about it; and failed miserably. "Did I just see what I thought I saw?" Donovan asked as she approached them. "Did the psychopathic Freak just display emotion? Has hell frozen over?" she sneered. "Maybe you should take a trip there to find out for yourself!"
John snapped before he could stop himself. Lestrade looked rather surprised and a bit amused. Donovan's eyes bugged out in shock and even Sherlock glanced up from his examination in mild surprise at John's outburst. The mild-mannered doctor had never snapped at anyone before; he was always the one preventing Sherlock from snapping. Normally John would apologize to someone when he lashed out like that but he wasn't going to this time. He stood there; arms folded as Lestrade and Donovan continued to stare at him. "Don't we have a case to solve?" he prompted.
"Oh,um - Right." Lestrade said turning to Sherlock "What've you got?" Sherlock opened his mouth to speak; then stopped cocking his head to the side.
"John turn up that radio." "What radio?" John said casting his glance about for the item in question. "There, on the shelf behind the bar. Turn it up." "Okay" John said moving towards it. He'd learned not to question Sherlock; even when his requests seemed ridiculous. He reached it and turned the volume dial so that the lyrics rang clearly through the pub "I have no feelings; I have no heart. Love always cuts out the warm tender part" it was Cold by Elton John. Sherlock turned towards John; a smirk on his lips.
"Just as I thought. It's our song!" he proclaims before giving John a wink and turning his attention back to Lestrade; who is clearly struggling with this "new Sherlock".
"Y-you have a song?" Donovan stammers disbelievingly. "Obviously." John sneers back; feeling very much like Sherlock and enjoying it. He's had quite enough of Donovan's antics. "What is wrong with the two of you? 'Love hurts so much, Love leaves a scar,' I don't love you' is like a stake, being driven through your heart'"
She sneered mocking the singer. "That's not a love song." John just shrugged his shoulders saying "It is to us."
"Are you all even listening to the evidence I've gathered about the case or are you mediocre minds to infatuated with my love life to focus on the corpse lying at our feet?" Sherlock snapped; refocusing everyone's attention on him and the body.
Donovan is right; it is a rather bizarre love song; John muses as he listens to the lyrics. But they're a bizarre couple so it works. He suddenly realizes he's been humming along with the song.
Is humming at a crime scene worse than giggling at one?
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KP