Running. All they could concentrate on was running. The car was moving fast and John's adrenaline was pumping at almost the same speed as he tried to read the small license plate and, at the same time, keep up. His pen was frantically jotting down every number and letter he could make out onto his palm, and, at last, he got the last letter.
"Got it!" he yelled, and they both slowed to a stop, panting and breathless. Sherlock, after catching his breath, took John's hand and read it, immediately entering it all in his hard drive. They were in an alleyway in London and leaned against the brick building as Sherlock paced back and forth, his mind racing. John watched him and saw the glint in his eye that was only there when his mind was in overdrive.
His brain is so fantastic
This thought passed through John's head just as it did almost every day with his friend and suddenly, Sherlock screamed.
It was loud and full of so much truimph, and John could see that he knew. He knew exactly what it meant, exactly what the code was. He had figured it out just as he had a million times before, yet this was obviously different. He could tell. This was Sherlock's hardest and longest case, and John could tell by the look on his friend's face that this was better than anything he had done in the past.
"You did it?" John asked excitedly, knowing the answer. Sherlock ignored him, still pacing and smiling to himself, laughing and screaming out loud for all of London. John had never seen the detective so happy. Finally he uttered something other than a yell.
"John, it was so simple. so clever. 2E08P6Jk. How did I not see it? It's brilliant!"
He exclaimed this and then ran over the John with a familiar smirk. He looked at John, still smiling, and whispered with relish in his voice,
"We've done it, John."
And then they were kissing. Sherlock was holding John's face in his large, white hands, and John coud tell that Sherlock's smile never broke. John stood in amazement for a few seconds before he wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck and kissed him right back. Sherlock, having kept all his tension cooped up for far too long, seemed to want to explore the whole of John's body as quickly as possible. He ran his hands down the shorter man's back and then up his waist, never breaking contact with his lips. He grabbed him forcefully and closed what little distance their bodies had, passionately embracing his blogger as they kissed.
Just when John thought Sherlock would suffocate, he broke the kiss and John immediately went for the taller man's neck. Before they knew it, the kissing had stopped and they were just embracing each other as tightly as possible, not saying a word. They stayed like this until John realized that there were people walking past on the sidewalk, and he breathed,
"I think we should go home now, Sherlock."
"I think that'd be best." he said casually, and then took John's hand, breaking the embrace, and led him out to the sidewalk where he called a taxi.
"We have much to do before presenting the information to LeStrade tomorrow, John" Sherlock said as they climbed into the taxi. When they were in and the driver departed, Sherlock looked at John with his usual smirk and whispered,
"Much, indeed."