Meeting John

The Sign of three

            Lestrade and his team were in a crime scene with Sherlock making his deductions about the body. In the outside all looks normal, but to an attentive observer, like Lestrade, Sherlock was acting odd, even for him. He was at every minute looking his phone, he looked very anxious and frequently was caught looking at nothing until someone calls his attention and he came back to his deduction. Lestrade hoped he won't need to do another drug bust soon.

            The day was normal until a woman trespass the police band. Sgt Donavan tried to stop her but she continued her way until she was in the crime scene where Lestrade, Anderson and Sherlock find themselves. The woman was short, with a military hair, wearing an ugly sweter and walking with a cane.

            -Sherlock – She said when she arrived. Sherlock stopped what he was doing and walkd in her direction. Now that she was close Greg could notice that her hair was blonde and she had blue eyes, a little bit red like she were crying. She stood there tall and in a military pose.

            -John?

            -You were right! – The woman, John, exclaimed. Sherlock looked at her perplexed, like he was never expecting to be right.

            -I-I was right? – He stutter Sherlock doubtful

            -Yes, you were right your mad genius – She exclaimed laughing

-I was right – He shouted, smiling like the DI never saw. Not his cynics and odds smiles, this was a genuine and happy smile. And then he made something nobody saw coming, he grabed the woman by the waist and then he whirled her in the air. Soon putting her back in the ground and starting to snog her senseless. She only threw her arms into his neck and snoged back, smiling into the kiss.

-I was right – He said again when they let go of each other. Greg thought it was the best opportunity to try to understand what the hell was going on.

-Sherlock, who is she? – The two looked at each other almost like they just noticed they aren't alone. Sherlock bowed down and took the cane that was dropped when they shagged. The woman thanked smiling and then walked in greg's direction.

-Hi, sorry mate. Dr Johanna Hamish Watson-holmes. But you can call me John.

Seeing that the detectives were still lost, Sherlock put his hand in John's waist and said

-She is my wife. An army doctor. Captain of the fifth Northumberland fusiliers. She was shoot and discharged with honor three months ago – The yarders straightened

-Well, thank you for you service. So how long are you two married

-Five years, six months, four days and – Sherlock looked at the clock – three hours and fifth seven minutes

John smiled affectionately

-He is always like that. Unless now he doesn't count the seconds anymore

-If you two are married for so long how did we never heard of you? – Asked Donavan getting out of the shock

-This would be my fault, I was in Afghanistan in the last three years. I just come back three months ago and I was treating to my shoulder so I couldn't come here soon.

-Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. Now Sherlock what was all that commotion about? – He asked curious. Sherlock got illuminated

- I, well, I had seen the symptoms e I made a deduction, but we needed to be certain so I ... - Seeing her husband getting involved in his explanation John decided to help him

-I am pregnant – She said radiant

-John is pregnant. I am going to be a father! – He shouted with happiness in his face that the DI never thought he would see.

-Really, well, congratulation to both of you – He said really happy for his odd friend

-Thank you. Come John we need to celebrate

-Yes, go on. We just finished here. Bring me news latter Sherlock

The tall man only nodded and started guiding his wife (His wife!) to the black car parked across the street.

-Who could have thought ahn? – Said DI Dimmock – Well, I think twenty years for now is the day I am going to retire. Can you imagine two Sherlocks

Greg laugh and nodded, but desiring all the luck to the news parents.