Johnlock all the way (Johnlock oneshots)

Who is he?

It was a nice, cloudy day, when you prefer to risk and walk across the park without an umbrella. Sherlock and John were on their way towards the flat, tired because of the case, but happy as they were over it. In his mind, John was already planning: First I change into something more comfy. I don't care if Sherlock teases me, those sweaters are very convenient for a lazy afternoon. I'll pretend that I'm offended and he will apologize like he did the last time. John smiled at the sweet memory of Sherlock bloody Holmes ending up on the couch with John on top of him. Now that's rare, John being the...

John's thoughts were interrupted by Sherlock's extremely loud phone.

"Bloody hell! Sherly, decrease that volume at once for God's sake!" 

Sherlock grinned and picked up the phone, but his grin was immediately replaced with an annoyed expression. The one he was talking to clearly didn't have time for complaints as he hung up quickly. 

"Dammit! John, slight change of plans, we have to go back to the Scotland Yard. The suspect seems to be dying and he is the only evidence!" said Sherlock as he immediately waved off a cab.

What a day! And I hoped we could have a lazy afternoon!, thought John

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After they rushed in the Yard, Lestrade and a stranger greeted them. The stranger introduced himself as a special lawyer who reads the papers and summarizes the case for a judge. The group quickly paced towards the cell, where the suspect was breathing the lasts.  

Lestrade immediately started to shout and nearly kicked the wall in frustration.

"I can't believe this shit, fu-"

"Greg! Why don't you let me examine the corpse?" asked Sherlock on a way too calmed tone.

"Uh, no, sir, I don't think that's legal, we must wait for a doctor to arrive and take it for dissection!" stuttered the lawyer.

"Well, I guess it's your lucky day, 'cause I'm a doctor!" said John and without listening to the lawyer went to the corpse. He checked his pulse - negative. Then took a small lamp out of his pocket, raised the man's eyelids and with the lamp lighted into the pupils which slightly compressed. John also checked if there was a reflex and nodded to Sherlock.

"Lestrade, I am very happy to announce that this corpse is in fact the body of an alive man. If he was poisoned, he wouldn't have reacted to anything, but his pupils compressed and his reflexes are working. Don't interrupt me, yes, it could have been only poison, there aren't any other signs that would've caused his so-named death. He doesn't have a pulse thanks to some very tricky and expensive pills. You or any other officer obviously didn't want to help him escape by playing the dead and a certain person came in the cell, which leads to..."
"You, mister lawyer. You tried to help the suspect escape." said John.

"I am offended! I'm an official lawyer who only wants justice! And anyways, who are you, sir?!"

"He is Sherlock's friend." 
"Boyfriend." corrected John the officer.  

"Did I miss something?" asked Lestrade with his jaws dropped.

"Yeah, we'll talk about that later. Now could you imprison this fake lawyer?" questioned Sherlock with a huge smirk on his face.

We definitely won't have a lazy afternoon. If Greg knows it, Mycroft will, too. And Mycroft would invite us to dinner with them to celebrate like we celebrated them. But at least Sherly and I solved another case., thought John and couldn't help, but smirk.