A/N: Everyone wants to see this one so the timeline is going to skip around a bit. Hopefully everyone likes this since this is most requested. I tend to make Anderson/Donovan big jerks when I write soooooo hopefully no one really minds. And…

Chapter 1 – the one about Lestrade, has been edited. The ending and a few other things are different. Mostly I wanted there to be more consistency for the time line because I finally wrote it out and things weren't working. Please check it out if you haven't seen the new version yet.

Donovan/Anderson

The Yard was called to a residence on an evening in early in July because a body had been found in the living room when the owners came home. The police could not find any leads so Lestrade brought in Sherlock to help them along. Sherlock had been fully restored to the force and everyone involved in the policing for London had apologized to him. Well almost everyone…Donovan and Anderson were still very much against Sherlock's involvement in cases. Even so, ever since it had been proved Sherlock was framed not very many people listened to them.

At this point the parameter was secure and the body had been removed so both Donovan and Anderson were unoccupied. Donovan met Anderson's eyes as he came down the stairs. His wife had been home every evening for two weeks and there hadn't been a murder that needed their attention for almost a month. Both of them had the same idea about how the evening would end. They slipped down the back hallway of the house and to the unoccupied alleyway behind the house. As Anderson planted the first kiss on her lips, she opened the back door.

"John just let me…" the deep baritone voice caught Sally's attention.

"No, Sherlock, we are in public and you know how I feel about exposing my…" John's voice came out of the shadows as well. Sally pulled away from Anderson to hear what the two men were saying. Her mouth almost hit the ground. Anderson grunted in protest. She put a finger to his lips.

"I don't care. I've told you that before. I want to see it all the time." Sherlock's distinct voice was low and husky.

"I'm pretty sure there are laws that prohibit…" Before John finished his objection, he seemed to realize there were other people coming out into the alley. Donovan and Anderson stood gapping at the two men standing close together in the alley.

"I thought you two were upstairs." Anderson sneered. This was the first case the four of them had worked on together since Sherlock was allowed back.

"It takes me significantly less time to do my job, Anderson, as long as you don't muck it up because you are an idiot so I do it much more efficiently. Therefore, I have much more time to spend on other activities." Sherlock's deep voice came from the darkness. The implication made Sally shiver involuntarily and reminded her what she had been planning with Anderson

"What are you two doing out here anyway?" Sally asked the question even though she was sure she knew the answer.

"Same as you I suspect," Sherlock stepped from the shadows. He was glaring at them. John stepped out of the shadows as well.

"Sherlock!" John squeaked in indignation. Sherlock glanced sideways at him and smirked. John ducked his bed and Sally was sure she could see John blush.

"Ohhhh... so he really is your colleague now?" Sally sassed Sherlock. John ducked his head a little more and Sherlock scowled.

"I don't really see how anything about me is your business, Sally Donovan. Were you glad when you saw the headlines that I had died? I'm sure you felt like it was some kind of justice in your twisted heart." Sherlock spat the words at her. She glared at him.

Both men looked rumpled, but John more so than Sherlock. His jacket and shirt were open and his hair was sticking up at odd angles. Sherlock leaned over and said something low to John then moved to walk back into the house. John followed a bit behind. As John stepped into the doorway, Anderson grabbed John's shirt.

"Wait. Oi what's this?" Anderson shouted. Donovan whipped her head around. Anderson pulled John's jacket and unbuttoned shirt back. Anderson snickered as John pushed him away.

"What is it?" Sally asked curious.

"None of your bloody business," John pushed at Anderson again, but Anderson pushed back harder.

"He has the freak's name tattooed on his chest. Look!" Anderson pushed John against the door again. John's head slammed against the door frame for a second time. As John saw stars and tried to get his wits back, Anderson pushed the fabric back again for Donovan to see. She was surprised. John had a violin tattooed in the middle of his chest. Sherlock's name was spelled out over it. She glared at John.

"In love with a freak are you?" she sneered at him.

"I told you. It is none of your business."

The two continued to heckle him as he simply tried to move around them. His head was pounding and his bad shoulder hurt as well. John heard movement from inside the house. Sherlock came rushing out of the house. He slammed Anderson against the doorframe hard. John was sure from the crack Anderson's head made he would have a headache tomorrow or a concussion.

"Anderson. Don't. Touch. Him." Sherlock growled. He slammed him against the door again and he groaned. Sherlock let Anderson drop and he slid to the floor as John stepped over him back into the house.

Sherlock grabbed John and supported him as they walked back through the house.

"Greg," Sherlock shouted up the steps.

"What is it Sherlock?" Lestrade popped his head over the banister at the top of the stairs.

"Anderson and Donovan," he seethed. The two were sheepishly making their way slowly to the front of the house. Lestrade nodded and came downstairs. Sherlock could see the anger in his face. Lestrade had been having problems with the two of them for years. He was just about fed up with them.

"What happened?" Greg asked shortly when he reached John and Sherlock.

"I'm not sure. We were out in the alley but I came in ahead of John. When I realized he wasn't behind me I went back out and Anderson had him pinned against the wall. I think he might have a concussion. I, um...I might have slammed Anderson against the wall as well." Sherlock admitted looking slightly embarrassed.

"He attacked Anderson!" Sally screeched. Sherlock's glare was like ice. Anderson was holding his head. When he pulled his hand away, John saw some blood. He wondered if his pounding head was bleeding too.

"Put Anderson out in the car Sally," Greg's tone was a warning. He put both hands on John's shoulders. "John are you alright?"

"My head…"John groaned. Sherlock touched the back of John's head. He could feel a bump forming. He bristled.

"Greg I cannot, I will not, work for the Yard with Anderson or Donovan on the same cases. I won't let them abuse John like this," Sherlock hissed. Sherlock didn't want to stop working for the Yard, he was sure it would drive him and John insane, but he didn't want John treated badly either.

"What provoked this?" Greg asked John.

"I had my shirt open. They saw the tattoo and wouldn't let me leave once they did," John told Greg flatly. The inspector's eyes hardened. Sherlock anger was permeating from him. He looked like he was going to rip someone apart. He walked outside again away from Greg and John. The mood lightened instantly.

"Just talking out in the alley?" Greg snickered. John smirked a little too.

"Greg this is serious. I don't want Sherlock to turn on you too and he might at this rate,"

"He has to expect people to respond when they find out you are a couple and sneaking off to the back alley. Just that he is back is causing a stir."

"I don't think I should expect to be attacked by your medical examiner." John said curtly.

"That's not what I meant and you know it. There are going to be people who are happy for you and others will have a harder time."

"This is why I never show anyone these." Greg put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll have to write a report about the two of them. Maybe the head will listen to me this time. I have had other complaints from others about them ganging up on people. I'll do what I can. They are aren't taken as seriously since their opinions about Sherlock pushed him to jumping off a building." Greg explained.

"Thanks Greg. I'll try to keep him out of trouble."

"Don't be sneaking off so often John. I don't want my crime scenes to be…" Lestrade struggled to think of a word as John walked outside. He finally shouted."…contaminated!"

John smiled as he walked outside. He spied Sherlock on the other side of the police line looking sour. John took a moment to observe his lover. He was wearing the long black coat that John had kept in a closet the years he had been gone. Despite the pounding in his head and the ache in his shoulder John smiled. He knew things were only going to be more complicated going forward if Anderson and Donovan stayed with the force, but he was happy. If Sherlock didn't work for the Yard they would have to take on more cases privately so Sherlock didn't get bored and blow up the flat with his experiments. They would find a way to make it work.

Still thinking, John walked over to the detective who turned on his heal and left as soon as John reached him. John followed silently knowing Sherlock would either explode or contain his feelings.

Suddenly Sherlock ducked into an alley on his left. Again John followed, but was suddenly pushed back against the brick wall with Sherlock's lips smashed against his. Sherlock's hand was behind his head to protect the already forming lump on John's head from hitting the wall. He always thought of everything. Their hands started to explore and the kiss grew increasingly intense until a door opened in the alley and startled the two apart.

"How's the head?" Sherlock asked.

"Pounding less. All my blood is rushing elsewhere." John smirked. Sherlock smiled too but weakly.

"I can't work with them not if they can't respect us. Not if they smash you into a wall because you have my name inked on your body."

"They didn't mean real harm."

"Then why do you have a bump the size of a golf ball on the back of your head," Sherlock reminded him. John sighed.

"If you don't work for the Yard, we'll find other cases. Your name is cleared and people will come looking for you again." John assured him.

"Such faith," Sherlock shook his head. Sometimes he forgot the depths of feeling he had for this man until something like this happened.

"Always"

"Are you sure you don't want them on scene? I quite like this result." John giggled quietly. Sherlock smiled but his tone was serious.

"I could get bored if I don't work for the Yard. It could be dangerous."

"I'll keep you occupied." John sealed the promise with a kiss. "And you know I like a bit of danger."

A/N: Input is always appreciated.