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Summary: What if Sherlock and John had been together in the early days and Lestrade and his team are surprised that Sherlock is involved (romantically) with John? Established John/Sherlock. Slash

I hope you all enjoy this and I apologize for any mistakes! This was not looked over by my beta so all mistakes are mine. I don't own BBC Sherlock!

Judging a book by its cover

Lestrade had never met someone like Sherlock. The man had waltzed into Scotland Yard – tall, lean and pale - and announced that Lestrade and his team had managed to convict an innocent woman while the real killer stilled walked the streets of London.

The papers had been following the case, an elderly woman had been killed in her home on Pier street. All the evidence was pointing to the daughter – who had some motive for wanting to kill her mother – and so the police had arrested the daughter.

Sherlock had been following the case in the papers and he himself had interviewed the daughter and taken a look around the crime scene and was amused to find that the police had gotten it all wrong.

"What do you mean it wasn't the daughter?" Lestrade asked, intrigued by the mystery man and also a little amused.

Sherlock had sighed loudly and had immediately began to rattle off details of the crime scene, pointing out the mistakes that Lestrade and his team had made and correcting them.

"Cleary it was the old lady next door who is the murderer, not the daughter," Sherlock finished and Lestrade had just gaped at him.

"Right – that's, uh – thank you. We'll take your thoughts –" Lestrade stammered out.

"Deductions," Sherlock interrupted.

"Sorry what?" Lestrade asked.

"Deductions. I study the science of deduction. Look it up on my website," Sherlock said and Lestrade nodded.

"Er, I will. Thank you."

Sherlock nodded and with a swish of his long trench coat he was striding out, leaving several confused people in his wake. Lestrade had called his team back and both Anderson and Donavon had been outraged that Lestrade was taking Sherlock's advice and reviewing the case.

Sherlock had been right and the daughter had been released and the next door neighbour had been arrested.

Lestrade didn't expect to hear from Sherlock again and he certainly didn't think he would be the one who would be contacting him. Lestrade had looked Sherlock up on his website and saw several cases that Sherlock had solved that the police hadn't been able to. So when Lestrade and his team were getting nowhere on their latest case, Lestrade had phoned Sherlock and that's how their 'partnership' began.

Over the next few years Lestrade still worked with Sherlock and found him very odd.

"I'm high functioning sociopath Anderson, do your research!"

Over those years Lestrade – or anyone else – for that matter wasn't any closer to knowing Sherlock. The man divulged little information about himself. Lestrade only knew that Sherlock had a brother when Mycroft had appeared on his front door step and introduced himself and asked Lestrade some very personal questions and very elegantly informed him that he would not tolerate any harm coming to his younger brother.

Sally Donavon had taken to calling Sherlock a freak and insulting him at every chance she got but the insults rolled off Sherlock's back and he often had a witty comment to shoot back at her to shut her up for a few minutes – usually by deducing some rather personal affairs of hers.

Anderson hated working with Sherlock – but mostly hated that the freak was so good at their jobs and he hadn't studied to become a detective and that he had found out about his affair with Donovan. They all knew that he loved the crime solving and he only took the interesting cases. So it was a surprise when Sherlock left a perfectly interesting case.

The crime scene was practically bare, save for a large pool of blood, a severed leg and one eye ball. The police had been able to get no leads on it and so had called Sherlock. The consulting detective had arrived ten minutes later and had immediately began looking around the crime scene and examining the severed limb and eye ball.

Two minutes later and Lestrade cleared his throat.

"Have you got anything?" he asked.

"Several ideas," Sherlock announced dryly as he sniffed the eyeball, much to the disgust of Anderson and Donavan.

"Care to share them?" Lestrade asked, knowing that the answer was no. Sherlock ignored him and continued to dance around the crime scene. The silence was broken by a phone ringing loudly. Sherlock straightened and frowned, pulling out his phone. He sighed heavily and answered it.

"What is it Mycroft? I'm busy," Sherlock snapped.

The look of anger dropped from his face and Lestrade saw that the man seemed to turn paler – if that was possible – and his eyes widened slightly.

"When?" Sherlock demanded. He listened for a few minutes before hanging up the phone and shoving it back into his coat pocket. He ripped of his gloves and chucked them at Anderson who just manage to catch them.

"You're looking for an IT man," Sherlock told Lestrade, striding towards him. "I would check to see if any employee's have not turned up for work."

Sherlock strode past him and Lestrade turned after him. "Is that it? You're leaving?"

"I have important things to tend to," Sherlock called back. A sleek black car pulled up to the scene and the door opened. Sherlock slid in, slamming the door behind him and the car pulled away, leaving Lestrade confused and in trouble. He sighed and turned back to his team.

"Alright, let's finish this."

Lestrade sighed and sent yet another message to Sherlock.

Please Sherlock. We need you –L

He sighed again and just hoped that Sherlock would reply. They hadn't heard from him since he left the crime scene abruptly and it had only been 16 hours ago but they were at a loss. Lestrade phone chimed and he looked at it eagerly.

Come to St. Bart's. R314 – SH

Lestrade let out a sigh of relief. He picked up his coat and strode out of his office, swinging his coat on as he hurried out of Scotland Yard.

Lestrade walked through the halls of St. Bart's, passing grieving families, patients taking walks and the staff. The DI found the room easily and knocked lightly before peeking in. He took in the sight before him and made a mental note to never forget it.

Sherlock had seated himself on the standard hospital bed, long legs out in front of him. however, there was already a patient in the bed. He was tanned with dirty blonde hair. He was wearing the standard hospital gown and his arm was in a navy blue sling. Draped across the two men's lap was a laptop.

"The missing IT man is Harold Andrews," Sherlock said as Lestrade entered slowly.

"Yeah, we found that out," Lestrade nodded distractedly. "That's about it."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and his fingers tapped at the keyboard. "Did you search his office area, conduct interviews of his colleagues?" Sherlock asked, as if he was addressing a child.

"Sherlock," the man beside him warned.

"Of course we did. They all said the same thing. He was very private," Lestrade sighed. "We need you to have a look around."

"I can't," Sherlock told him bluntly.

"Yes, he can," the man beside him contradicted.

"No, I can't John," Sherlock grumbled.

"It's fine Sherlock," John assured him, gently closing the laptop and sliding it on to the bedside table. Lestrade watched with wide eyes as John took Sherlock's hands in his. "I'm fine. I know how much you want to take this case."

Sherlock frowned. "But social conventions say that one must stay and comfort a loved one when injured. Research shows that I must stay here. With you."

John smiled and chuckled. "You're bored. Go. Mrs Hudson is coming around to see me and I'm sure Mycroft will pop in sometime."

"I'm not bored," Sherlock frowned. "I have enjoyed telling you about my cases and listening to your reactions."

John's smile grew wider. "And I've enjoyed hearing them. Think, if you take this, then you can solve it and come back and tell me all about it."

Sherlock remained quiet as he thought this through. "Alright," he finally spoke. "I shall be come by again tonight and then by tomorrow I will have solved it."

"I know you will," John said softly.

Lestrade watched wide eyed as Sherlock leaned in and kissed John on the lips. John deepened the kiss as Sherlock's fingers traced along his jaw line. They pulled away softly and gazed at each other.

"I love you," Sherlock murmured and Lestrade never thought he would hear those words coming out of Sherlock's mouth.

"Love you too," John replied.

Sherlock swung himself off the bed and strode out of the room.

"You must be Lestrade," John spoke up and the DI nodded.

"Yes. Sorry, who are you?" he asked.

"John Watson, Sherlock's husband," John replied.

"Husband?" Lestrade blurted out and then winced at his bluntness. John chuckled.

"He has that affect," John said amusedly.

"Sorry, he's just never mentioned you. I didn't think he had friends," Lestrade said awkwardly.

"Just me," John told him. "Although he does hold you and Mrs Hudson in high lights."

Lestrade felt pleased to hear this. "I assume it was you who Sherlock got called away for."

"Yes. Shot in the arm," John grunted, looking at his shoulder sadly. "Afghanistan."

"You're in the army?" Lestrade asked surprised.

"Army doctor," John corrected. "Thank you."

"For what?" Lestrade asked, confused.

"For allowing him to help on cases – even when he's being an arrogant bastard," John grinned and Lestrade chuckled.

"Yeah, well, he's damn good at what he does," Lestrade shrugged. "Better to have him on our side than another."

John nodded and winced as he jostled his arm.

"It was nice to meet you," Lestrade continued. "Maybe we'll see each other around some more."

John smiled and gave a nod before letting his eyes slide close.

"John?" Lestrade asked and the army doctor turned his head, opening his eyes. "How long have you been married?"

"Three years," John smiled and Lestrade nodded, giving him one last smile before leaving.

Lestrade took his leave and headed back out of the hospital. His mind was spinning as he walked back to his car. Sherlock Holmes had just added another spanner in the works and everything Lestrade thought he had figured out about the man had been tossed out the window.

True to his word Sherlock solved the case by the next day.

"Where is he off to in such a hurry?" Sally questioned suspiciously as Sherlock hurried away from Scotland Yard after giving his statement and filling out the paper work.

"He's getting back to his husband," Lestrade answered with a smile.

"Husband?" Anderson sneered.

"Someone married that freak?" Sally gasped, shocked.

"Three years," Lestrade commented, shifting all his papers into a pile before tapping them against the table to make them straight. "An army doctor."

Lestrade strode out, smirking at the shocked looks of his team and chuckled to himself. Sherlock may be a mystery to them, but at least Sherlock had someone who didn't see him a mystery but as a person, a friend, a lover and as a husband.

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