Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 12 - The Game Is On

A/N: Guys I am SOOOO sorry, I haven’t updated in like a week, I’ve had parents evening, loads of tests and I’m struggling with college so much at the moment so I have been super focused on my studies. I’m trying to get back on track now so my updates won’t be that regular for a few weeks… So so so sorry again. Idk if you all do exams or whatever but I’m up to my eyeballs in work right now please understand…

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John's P.O.V;

It was only a short walk from the cafe to Scotland Yard. Our walk was quiet, we hardly spoke, after all small talk was not Sherlock's forte. Once we reached The Yard I dropped Sherlocks hand and began gazing up at him apologetically "You don't. No. We don't have to do this now Sherlock. I'll understand you know..."

"John Hamish Watson. Why would I want to hide that the bravest and kindest and wisest human being I have ever had the good fortune of knowing, and befriending, is now the man who has chosen to be with me?" I could feel the blush begin to creep up my neck. I gulped. I will not cry infront of Lestrade and the whole of Scotland Yard. Sherlock slid his hand into mine once again and this instantly calmed me, he slowly pecked my cheek before dragging me behind him into The Yard.

We stepped into the elevator and quickly rose to our usual floor. I squeezed the detectives hand as the doors slid open. I think that the shit was due to hit the fan any second. Preparing myself for a bombardment of glares and stares of disbelif, we steeped onto the floor and weaved our way through the desks to Greg's office. Sherlock strode in before I had the chance to stretch out my arm and knock. Unfortunately I could see Sally stood beside him through the glass, upon hearing the door open she was the first to look. I heard the woman gasp, causing Lestrade to swivel around on the spot before Donovan's jaw had time to hit the floor. Greg was puzzled by her reaction until he glanced down and saw our fingers interlocked. His eyes franticly shifted between myself and Sherlock. It was Sherlock who finally spoke, "Yes, Lestrade. John and I are now in a relationship. He is my boyfriend, I am his, is there going to be an issue?"

"God, No, Sherlock. I... It's about bloody time you two! I could have cut the sexual tension in the office with a knife at times!" Greg bounded over embracing us, placing a hand on Sherlocks back he lead him to the desk which was overrun with unorganised files, many of which contained any information they could find on moriarty. I couldn't help but feel a burning feeling on my back, turning round I saw Donovan still frozen to the spot, gobsmacked. I sighed. "Honestly Donovan, never seen a gay couple before?"

She wheezed attempting to speak before bursting into a fit of laughter. I continued to to give her my best What's so funny? look which probably wasn't helping the situation. Myself and the two other men in the office waited patiently to hear what the hysterical woman had to say.

"How?..." She tried to stifle her laughter, "I mean John, c'mon? Blink twice if he's making you say this? No? REALLY? Wow. There is no way you two are together, look at the freak!"

I saw Sherlock flinch slightly out of the corner of my eye as Sally threw yet another insult his way. Dragging him behind me I made my way back to where she was standing. "Sally, just for your information. Sherlock is forcing me to do nothing, ok? You need to get it into your narrow mind, that even Sherlock can be happy. We are happy, and I'm certain there is nothing you can say that will change that." Gripping Sherlocks hand tighter. "I do NOT appreciate you throwing insults his way, after all HE is helping YOU because you are so stupid that you cannot figure out your own cases. Maybe if you spent less time trying to belittle my boyfriend and more time focusing on work, we'd see a little less of eachother!"

Sally hastily exited the office. "Oh and Sally..." She turned her head once more "You might want to buy a new deoderant to keep at Andersons." she departed, scowling. Almost Immediatley I felt hot breath against my ear before hearing a whisper. "John, just to let you know, that, right there. What you just did. That turned me on." His hand brushed my bum as he went to sit beside Lestrade, I too sat down as quickly as possible, trying to disguse my jeans becoming strained.

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Hours passed by as we sifted and sorted through the countless files that we were now organising into piles on Lestrade's desk. We were about our sixth cup of coffee in as the final file was slammed down by Sherlock. "ABSOLOUTLEY NOTHING! HOW DID HE DO IT?" Sherlock threw his hands above his head and stood up pacing around the office. He was clearly stressted, and was no closer to even finding a lead on Moriarty. Sipping at our coffee Greg continued to shoot worrying glances my way, I returned them. "Sherlock... maybe we should just, I don't know. Start up again tommorow? He won't be hiding long. God knows he's back, thats even if it's bloody him this time!" Sherlock froze. His head snapped towards me. "What did you say?" his eyes were fixed on mine, his piercing stare that would usually made me shiver only warmed me today. "Maybe we should leave it for today, go back to the flat, order so-"

"Nope, after that."

"What? That he's back..."

"JOHN! THE LAST THING YOU SAID!"

Jumping slightly at the the detective's raised voice I managed to reply. "even if it's bloody him this time!?"

Before I knew it I was engulfed in Sherlocks arms and he'd lifted me up so that my feet were inches from the floor, his lips crashed into mine. Placing me carefully onto the ground he was smiling ear to ear, his eyes were filled with joy. "John, you wonderful man! Of Course! How did I miss it? You, John Watson. You are brilliant! Brilliant!" The realisation of being in an office made entirely of glass in the middle of a police station hit Sherlock, he earned a few shocked looks through the windows as Greg and myself continued to stare at the detective hoping he would explain himself. "Come John, lets go home for tonight. We're already one step ahead." He clutched my hand guiding me to the lift. Lestrade followed us with a sense of urgancy.

"Sherlock, what is it mate? Has he slipped up? I don't get it?..." Questions continued to roll from Greg until we stepped into the lift. Sherlock simply grinned back at the puzzled detective before stating what was to him, the obvious.

"Richard Brook."