Many faces , one heart - a Johnlock story

" I love you " , John said watching at me.

" John... I...". I didn't know what to say. I always knew but it's still suprising that he finally really said it.

" Sherlock you don't have to say something... and you don't have to love me back. I just wanted to say it", he looked me in the eyes. God, I love his eyes, I LOVE HIM! I just have to say it...

" John,  I lo...", Lestrade came in. Sometimes I really hate him. He always comes at the wrong time...arghhhh.

" Dr.Watson, Sherlock. We have a dead woman right in front of the Big Ben!", he said a bit out of breath.

" Greg it's a bad moment right now", John said.

I looked at him and he looked back.

We kinda stared at each other.

" No, no. Come on John. Let's go and solve a murder!", I said, still looking at him.

" Well, ok."

I heard that he was angry and disappointed.

" Taxi!", I yelled as we stepped out of the flat in 221b Baker Street,  London