Friday I'm In Love

by gosuloli

Sherlock returns to 221b after destroying Moriarty's network, but John isn't coping as well as he'd have liked. Rated M for future Johnlock smut, as well as some explicit language and graphic violence. Contains self-harming and references anorexia, so trigger warning is needed. Now complete, and I'd really appreciate reviews; this is my first fanfic.

8. Epilogue

"I'm too old for this shit."

Sherlock laughed at John's feigned grump. It was true though, the pair may have kept in shape with all of their running around the city, but this year would be John's 60th birthday; they would have to retire, at least from the physical aspect of the cases. In the years since their wedding, the duo had continued to solve crimes for the Yard, even getting paid full-time for it; a wedding present from the chief of police, of all people. They'd adopted a girl, in her twenties now, and given her the most loving family she could have wished for. Incredibly intelligent, she was an author now. Neither father could help but smile with pride whenever their thoughts turned to her; she'd done her parents proud.

Focusing on the task at hand, Sherlock followed John's still lithe frame into the building where the gang hid out; EDL fanatics planning to bomb the city and frame the local muslim community. Despicable. The bombs had been assembled, Sherlock noticed, and the room was highly dangerous. They couldn't shoot in here. It was only when they crawled out of the boxes they'd crept past that they noticed the ring of people. The ring of criminals, knives out, staring directly at them. They weren't going to get out of this. Pulling their guns out, John and Sherlock shared a moment of understanding. Snapping off the safety switches, they began to count.

One.

Two.

Three.