Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 33 - The Detective Inspector, My Friend.

Sherlock's P.O.V;

Waking up in the arms of my Doctor was nothing short of a miracle. However, miracles do not exist but it is merely a phrase he would use... I am not sure how we ended up here, laying together as one unit rather than two individuals. I assume my feelings are love as I have never truly felt this strongly before, I know nothing of romantic love but I cannot wait to learn more about it (for science of course). Familial love is entirely different, Mycroft and I loathe eachother but we are still brothers and therefore we do love eachother in some wicked way, Unfortunately my brain has no choice in the matter...

John Watson, However, I have chosen to love. He has come into my life as an acquaintance's old friend. Since the day he and Mike Stanford came to Barts he became my flatmate, my colleuge, my friend, my bestfriend, my boyfriend and my lover. Though I'm almost certain the last two usually come hand in hand... In the space of five years my life has changed because of John. He has saved me from myself, I was on a path of self destruction running off the thrill of cases and those twisted enough to provide me with them but now I do not. I run off of John's energy, when he is not around it is a bigger hindrence than one could imagine, my mind will invoulenterally wonder to him as I am concerned of his safety when he is without me and my own when I am without him. He is the only person I have allowed to control me, he makes me eat and sleep, he holds me when I am emotionally compromised and he loves me despite my monstrous imperfection.

I was never interested in men, nor women for that matter. Not until I met Dr. Watson all those years ago, he has changed everything. For the better. That is why I must seek the aid of Gregory Lestrade.

I really am desperate if I turn to such a bafoon for help.

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I travelled to Scottland Yard while John helped Mrs. Hudson with her weekly shop, now that his shoulder is fully healed she has him carting around all of her bags as before. It was delightful to see John up and about again...

I needn't bother knocking on Lestrade's office door, so I sauntered in as not to let the entire staff in NSY know I need help, they'll asume I'm here to help them. Yet again. "Lestrade I need your he-" I made the mistake of looking up mid sentence, "OH CHRIST MYCROFT." Upon the desk was a very startled looking Greg with a smug Mycroft laid atop of him both with their pants around their ankles in a rather compromising position. I removed myself from the office immediatley shutting the door behind me. I tried my best to wipe everything I had just seen from my memory but something tells me I'll never be able to...

I would give everything to not have such a powerful brain if it meant that I would never remember that moment in my life.

Having generated little attention from the rest of the floor who were used to my unusual outbursts few heads were turned when Mycroft joined me in the hall outside of the office minutes later. "Little Brother. Please do not torment Gregory today, or I will have you repremanded."

I scoffed, "Do you not think that was enough punishment? I just saw you engaging in... intercouse with Lestrade in the office I must work in. I will be reminded of this everytime I step foot in this building and you think I need punishment. Mummy won't be pleased if you really are going mad..."

"Sherlock, I'm sure you are more than aware of what a relationship entails, John's scratch marks in that hospital bed were truly obseen. Little brother, do not think yours had gone unoticed too... Good day." With that bombshell, with an almost strut, he got into the lift before leaving me in the hallway alone. Walking into Greg's office was terrifying, nowhere was safe to sit so I chose to stand instead as I grinned at the inspector who was looking rather embarassed. "Now now Gregory," I was mimicking Mycroft before being cut off by Lestrade.

"Sherlock, I have no cases for you. So lets never ever mention what you saw in this office today again, you can leave."

"Well of course I must tell John, he will be delighted to discuss the infamous Holmes brothers with you over a pint some time I assure you"

"Nope, never. I refuse to listen to John tell me about your sex life."

"Do not worry Lestrade, We've only, um... well. It was only once, before the shooting. Since then we, well there has been nothing of the sort. So you are more than safe to communicate with John. After all he is the reason I have come to see you. Well obviously to see if there was any new cases as well to break him back in."

"Like I said no cases Sherlock." Once Lestrades mouth closed it opened again in a state of sudden realisation, "what do you mean only once? You two must've been at it like rabbits! I saw you in this office! and not to mention them love bites on John's neck in the hospital. Bloody hell? How can it only be once?" Considering he wanted to know nothing moments before and now he was interogating me the whole conversation was quite daunting for me, but I needed his help. 'In for a penny, In for a pound' as John would say.

"Well there was one morning where he, well. It wasn't penatrative." I saw Lestrade back straighten in horror at my informative description of events. "However, there was the night before he was shot when we did infact, well you get the idea... It was a satisfactory number of times I assure you, but only that night. No others since unfortunatley, but the PTSD is taking it's toll and it took him a while to get over the initial shoulder injury, women responded to it poorly. I suppose the second one is making him believe he looks worse. I disagree, but I do not wish to push him while he is still suffering mentally..." I didn't realise I had sunken into the chair beside the Detective Inspector until I felt his hand resting supportively on my shoulder as my head sagged into my hands. It was confusing this sentiment thing.

"Look, I don't know if I can help you with anything like that, that is something you two need to talk about. Is there anything else you need me to do for you mate?" His tone was soft, there was no hint of sarcasm nor humour. Lestrade was a good man, he would be good for my brother. He knew how to handle the Holmes brothers for which I will be eternally grateful. Not only will he be a fantastic partner for Mycroft, he will always be a friend. I knew I could trust him.

"Lestrade, I need your help. I'm going to ask John to marry me."