A/N: So here is the final chapter of this little saga, to be honest, I'm updating this much quicker than I thought I would. I hope you enjoy it. If you review, please be kind :)

Disclaimer: I still don't own it okay! But on a brighter note, filming on the next series apparently begins next week (hurray!:).

Chapter 3

Lestrade walked over to Sally, put his hands in his pockets and looked down at the body lying face down on the concrete and sighed.

'You're going to call him in, aren't you sir?'

'I have to, you know he's the only one who's got any chance of solving this and catching the bastard who did it' replied Greg softly.

Sergeant Donovan turned away in disgust and huffed. 'The freak's probably the one who did it in the first place!'

Greg spun around and grabbed hold of Sally's arm. 'Look, I know you have some sort of problem with Sherlock I don't know precisely what it is and to be perfectly honest I don't care. I know he can be a pain, but you are a sergeant in the metropolitan police and you will act accordingly, is that clear?'

Sally looked away and replied somewhat grudgingly 'Yes sir!'

'Oh, and just a little word of advice, don't let John Watson hear you refer to Sherlock in that way again. I doubt he would be as forgiving as I am especially since they've finally got together. Okay?'

'Sir.'

'Good, I'd better head over to Baker Street, I'll be back soon' Greg walked back to his car and drove off.

Greg's car pulled up outside 221 Baker Street and he quickly made his way inside barely acknowledging Mrs. Hudson's greeting as she opened the door to allow him entry, taking the stairs two at a time he arrived at the door to flat B in record time. He tried the door and found it to be unlocked, so pushing the door open, he called out.

'Sherlo ... Oh ... God ... Christ ... I ...' Greg then executed a heel turn so perfect he would have even got a ten from Craig Revel-Horwood. Now that Greg was facing the door again, he closed his eyes tightly trying to remove the image of Sherlock standing over John who was sitting on the kitchen table, his jean-clad legs wrapped around Sherlock's waist while Sherlock had his face buried in John's neck. 'Oh God, that image is going be fixed in my brain forever isn't it' thought Greg as his whole head felt as though it was on fire from the blush spreading across his face and neck. Coming back to the present, he could hear the sound of clothes being straightened, as well as hurried whispers.

Clearing his throat several times, Greg stammered 'Erm ... I'm ... erm ... sorry fellas, I ... erm ... I didn't ... erm ... oh God.'

'What did you come here for Inspector, if not to completely embarrass John' Sherlock's voice cut across Greg's stammering, who spun back round to face the two lovers (thankfully now fully clothed) with a look of mortification on his face.

'No ... God ... no ... I would never ... John I'm ... I'm so sorry, I know I pulled your leg about it the other day, but ... God .. mate I ...' stammered Greg, seemingly unable to put together coherent sentences.

John looked away and cleared his throat. 'Yeah well, least said and all that.'

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and carried on staring at the inspector 'Well?'

'Oh right, yes, erm there's been another murder, and we really need your help on this one Sherlock.' Greg answered.

'Fine, text me the address, we'll get a taxi and follow in a moment.' replied Sherlock, as he all but pushed Greg out of the flat and closed the door in his face.

Greg's muffled voice could just be heard through the door ' Right, thank you, and again I am so sorry.'

Once his footsteps could be heard walking down the stairs, Sherlock turned back towards John, his mouth widening into a smile.

'Well, that should stop him from trying to embarrass you again.' remarked Sherlock stepping closer to John, who looked up and smiled brightly at his partner.

'So this was just revenge for him winding me up in the pub?' asked John.

'Of course, no one messes with you while I'm around John, you know that.' Sherlock replied.

'You are a bad man, Sherlock Holmes!' John grinned.

'Mmm, and don't you just love it!' Sherlock's smile widened even more as he lowered his face to John's neck once again.

'God yeah!' moaned John.

A/N: I hope you don't think this was too out of character, I just love the thought of Sherlock getting revenge on Lestrade for winding up John. Hopefully the next story I write will be better (I've already got a couple of ideas for my next story, and I'm still trying to write another chapter of 'A New Addition').