One - Shots about every ship in Sherlock

The Crime scene story

A Johnlock One - Shot

John's alarm went off. Groaning, he stretched out his arm to his bedside table and turned off his alarm clock. " 7 o'clock." The clock showed. John pressed his head into his pillow and exhaled. It began now one more day where he had to go to the hospital to his bothersome side job. He worked with one of his ex-girlfriends. Sarah. Sighing, John went into the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee. "Good morning, John." Sherlock mumbled and walked into the living room. "Good Morning." "Why are you awake so early?" John put down his steaming cup. "Because I have to work." "Ah." Sherlock replied and sat down on the couch. John took his cup up and went into the living room to pick up the newspaper. As John stepped into the living room, he saw Sherlock. He was wearing nothing but a bedsheet. As before in the case of Irene Adler, where they were taken to Buckingham Palace. John looked back at Sherlock. "Good." John took the newspaper from the table and put it under his arm. He turned around and decided to go back to his room. When John went up the stairs, he noticed a strange feeling in his chest. The more he thought about the situation earlier, the stronger was the feeling. He opened his bedroom door and went inside. When he had closed the door he threw the newspaper on his bed and put his cup on his nightstand. He went into the small bathroom and hung his robe on the hook. He looked in the mirror and saw his slightly dark under eye circles. He sighed and reached for his toothbrush. He looked at himself in the mirror all the time, and noticed that he looked broken. He did not sleep often, and he was sad. John felt strangely. When he was alone, he was doing badly and he was tired. But when Sherlock was near, he felt safe and happy.  ' Not Gay.' He had often said it to any who claimed it. " I am not gay." John said, looking at his reflection. He took a deep breath and decided to get dressed. When John had finished, he went down the stairs again. " See you later." he shouted, just as he was opening the front door, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. John's heart skipped a beat. He winced and did not dare to turn around. "If you were so friendly and look drop by at  Molly today?" Sherlock asked in his deep baritone voice. John nodded and Sherlock let him go. John walked quickly down the stairs. "Oh, good morning John, how are you?" Mrs. Hudson asked cheerfully. John stayed at the door and did not turn around. His face felt glowing hot and his cheeks were red. He definitely did not want Mrs. Hudson looking at him. "I'm fine. Thank you. And you?" he asked, trying not to stutter. "Good. Thank you for asking." she said, and went , to John's happiness , back into her apartment. John exhaled in relief and left the Baker Street.

AT THE ST. BARTS

" Hello John." Sarah said, and waved him over. "Hello. What's new?" John asked and walked towards her. "Nothing. We have only three patients for you and then you can go home actually ." She said, handing him a few folders. Before John turned around and wanted to go, he took all his courage together to ask her something. "Sarah, would you like to drink a coffee with me again, sometime ?" John smiled uncertainly and looked at her expectantly. Sarah laughed and looked at the floor. "I think that wouldn't be such a good idea, John." John nodded and Sarah walked down the aisle, "Well done, Captain fool." John sighed and walked to the individual patient to examine them. When John had studied the last patient, he passed the documents in one of the compartments. When John wanted to leave the hospital he remembered that he should have drop by at Molly. He went back and walked into the pathology. Molly looked just at a couple of cells, and looked up from the microscope. "Oh. Hi John. Where is Sherlock?" , "He is at home and tries to solve a case. I think at least." Molly nodded and went back to her microscope. "Sherlock told me to stop by you. Did he want to pick up something?" Molly looked up again. "I do not think so. I have no new body parts there. I have no documents from Lestrade. So I do not know why you should stop by here." She nodded and her cheeks flushed slightly as she said Lestrade. "Hm .. that is curious." John said, wondering. Molly shrugged and John looked thoughtfully. "You know, John. I've said it to Sherlock before and I think I should also say it to you too. You look sad when you think he can't see you." John opened his mouth to say something but decided to shut up. "John. Is everything okay? You can tell me everything, you know that right?" John nodded and sat down next to Molly. "Do you know that feeling when you want to say something  to someone special ,  but can't because of this someone might think differently about it than you?" John said, playing with a test tube. "You know, John, I think you should say it to the person, because life is an ongoing risk. One way or another something will happen." John pondered about Molly's words. "You know what Molly. I think you're right." Molly looked at him in surprise. "Um. Thanks, I ..." But before Molly could still continue to talk, John ran out of the laboratory. He knew exactly what he will do. He will tell Sherlock. He will tell him that he loves him.

THE RETURN TO BAKERSTREET

John ran through the streets of London. Confident he took the key to the 221B Baker Street from his jacket pocket and stood in front of the door. Of a sudden a lot of thoughts scattered in John's head. "What if he says no? What if he throws me out of the apartment?" John became uncertain. He unlocked the door and went up the stairs. Everything went for him in slow motion. His legs were heavy and his heart pounding heavily in his chest. "John?" John did not respond. "John is everything okay with you?" John came slowly back to reality and realized that he was standing in the living room and talked to himself. "Who is going to say no?" Sherlock asked, pulling down his goggles. He turned off his propane torch and walked toward John. "What are you talking about?", " You said : 'What if he says no ? What if he throws me out of the apartment?' So, why did you said that? "Sherlock asked, walking around John. "You're nervous." Sherlock observed. "I'm not nervous!" John shouted meekly. "Thank you." Sherlock chuckled and remained standing directly in front of John. "Dilated pupils. Rapid breathing." Sherlock said, nodding. He folded his hands behind his back and leaned forward slightly. "Why did you say those words?" Sherlock asked only a few centimeters away from John. John began to sweat and took a few steps back. "I have no idea what are you talking, Sherlock." John said, and ran into his room. John closed the door behind him and thought of the confused Sherlock he'd left standing below. "What have I done." John asked himself and ran through his room until he desperately sat down on his bed. After some time John heard a carefully knocking on his door. "John?" Sherlock asked, slightly opening the door. John put his head in his hands. "John I .., I wanted to apologize." John looked up in surprise. "What?" Sherlock looked down ashamed. "I have harassed you, that was not polite from me." John was surprised. Why did Sherlock apologized suddenly? "It's okay . " John smiled at him and Sherlock smiled back. "I received a call from Lestrade. We have a new case." John thought for a moment, as he remembered, that Sherlock had sent him to Molly for nothing. "Can I ask you something before we go?" John asked, getting up from his bed. "Sure. All what you want." , "Why did you sent me to Molly?" John crossed his arms over his chest. "I wanted to know if she has new information for me. But as it looks probably obvious, she had none." Sherlock turned to the door. "Are you coming now John?" , "Ah. Um. Of course. Of course." John mumbled and grabbed his coat. He followed Sherlock downstairs and together they left Bakerstreet. " Cab or do we want to walk?" , " I think walking sounds very good." John said, looking at Sherlock. "Good. Then let's go. This way." Sherlock went towards an alleyway. "It looks very much as if it was going to rain soon." "Hmh." Sherlock replied and went on. Suddenly John felt that feeling again. He stopped and put his hand to his heart. Sherlock turned  around and walked towards John. "John are you alright?", "Oh. Yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing." Sherlock stood in front of John. "You're doing is not good at all, obviously ." , "Sherlock it's nothing. I'm a doctor." John tried to move on but Sherlock grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back. "You're doing is not good. Otherwise, you wouldn't have stopped so abruptly.", "Good. You want to know what's wrong with me? I love you! That is wrong with me." Sherlock let go of John's arm and let John continue going. Sherlock stood still in shock. John went as fast as he could. Tears filled in his eyes. Sherlock looked alternately to the ground and back up. John loved him. He had said he is married to his work, but John was his work. He was his Blogger. His best friend. Sherlock turned around and was running after John. "John!" Sherlock shouted and ran as fast as he could. As Sherlock  arrived at John  he grabbed him on his shoulders and turned him around. Sherlock threw his arms around John and held him tightly. "John. Listen to me." John was crying in Sherlock's chest.

" The point I'm trying to make is that I am the most unpleasent.., rude , ignorant and all around obnoxious asshole that anyone could possibly have the misfortune to meet. I am dismissive of the virtuos, unaware of the beautiful and uncomprehending in the face of the happy. So if I didn't understand that you love me, it is because I never expected to be loved from someone. Certainly not be loved of the bravest and kindest and the wisest human being I have ever had the good fortune of knowing. John, I'm a ridiculous man. Redeemed only by the warmth and constancy of your love."

John looked up and saw Sherlock into his eyes. " That was amazing. Brilliant." Sherlock pulled him up to his face and kissed him passionately. John's heart was beating wildly. This was the most beautiful thing that could happen to him. Sherlock pulled back and took John's hand. " Come now. We have to go to a crime scene my love." As Sherlock spoke the Words  'my love' he smiled brightly. He was the happiest man. The Consulting detective and his Blogger.