DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK

It had been two weeks since the Bart's incident. Neither had spoken about it and although they had had a few close calls (almost kisses) but nothing had happened between them. But then they were on a case. The killer had just gotten away by the skin of their teeth, and Sherlock and John were chasing him down alley ways and roof tops. The police were chasing him as well, but they were taking longer, given they didn't have Sherlock's thorough knowledge of the streets and walkways.

Sherlock started to chase the killer up metal stairs stuck to the side of the building.

'John! Go round, we'll trap the killer there!'

John followed the alley way through, turning the corner sharply.

Just in time to see Sherlock and the killer fall from a two level building, onto some metal bins. It was all a blur. John stopped running, giving his brain time to let what just happened sink in. Police started to surround the place where they had just landed. It was like the scene out of a movie. John stumbled forward, trying to get a look at the bodies.

He can't be dead.

He just can't.

He couldn't see past all the officers in uniform, getting in his line of sight. He tried to go towards Sherlock. An arm stopped him. Lestrade. He had a sad look on his face. A body was being lifted off the ground by their arms.

'No! Sherlock! No!' John shouted.

Another body tried to hold him, but he shoved them away.

'No! God no, Sherlock?!' John collapsed to the ground, defeated.

He couldn't, he wouldn't believe it.

He started to cry when someone crouched down next to him.

'Didn't know you'd be so affected by my untimely death'

John lifted his head and punched Sherlock in the face. Sherlock stumbled backwards, then stood up fully. John stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes. He looked at Sherlock. He stood there with a bruised cheek (John's doing) and a couple of cut's on his hands and face.

'Honestly John, all I did was land on the killer. He took all the injuries, which yes, caused his death, but what do they say? What goes around come around?'

John was to shocked to say anything for a while.

'Don't you- ever- do that- to. Me. Again. You hear me?'

Sherlock nodded obediently.

'I'm being serious Sherlock! If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will never forgive you!'

'You will'

'Excuse me?! Don't assume what I will or won't do!' John began to see red.

'You will, because you love me' Sherlock stated.

John's mouth opened to deny it, and ask where he came up with such nonsense, but he knew it was true. He closed his mouth and opened it again, but no words came out. But then Sherlock spoke again.

'But that's ok John. Because I love you too' And all the red in John's vision flooded away.

What happened next, John won't exactly remember, but he does know that it was him who kissed Sherlock. They were holding on to each other tightly, kissing the life out of each other. John could of sworn he heard Lestrade mumble 'finally' but he ignored him. He was too busy kissing Sherlock. Sherlock put his arms around John, and John was pulling Sherlock's coats cuffs. It was a slow, loving kiss, something both of them will never forget. They both pulled back, breathing heavily, but still clutching onto each other for dear life.

'Come on, let's go, I don't want to be interrupted this time'

John laughed.

'We've been interrupted six times, only that could happen to us' John said.

Sherlock smiled and held John's hand, leading him away from the crime scene and all the people staring. But they didn't notice the people, as they couldn't take their eyes off each other.

They called a cab and went back to 221B Baker Street. This time, they went further, showing each other the true extent of their love for each other.

This time, they weren't interrupted.