And here's Greg's reaction! Turned out different from what I imagined, but I'm satisfied with it. So let me know in reviews who else you want to see react to this new relationship, and I'll try and acquiesce. Alright, DFTBA, you guys. Blair out.

"John, we've got a case. Let's go." Sherlock yelled, wrapping his scarf around his neck. John was in his bedroom reading.

"Coming!" He called back, closing his book and searching for his shoes.

The two took a cab to the address Lestrade gave Sherlock. The Consulting Detective stepped out and hurried into the building, John on his heels.

Several Yarders were bustling around, but Sherlock pushed past them all to speak with Lestrade.

"This is the third in a week, correct?" He clarified.

Lestrade nodded. "We can't figure out who's responsible. There's no evident correlation between them all, except for the victims."

"Female, between twenty and twenty-five, brunette, glasses." Sherlock rattled off a list of descriptions.

"That's right." Lestrade started to say something, but was cut off by a sergeant poking his head in the door.

"Sir? There's a man here to see Sherlock, but it's the man from-"

"Let him in." Sherlock said immediately. The man looked at him.

"But it's-"

"I said, let him in!" Sherlock repeated, staring down the man. Lestrade waved a hand.

"Go on then, we're not in the room with the body, it should be fine." The man looked at him doubtfully, then turned and gestured to someone out in the hall.

"SHERLOCK!" Jim rushed past the grimacing sergeant and launched himself into Sherlock's arms. "Missed you!"

Lestrade pulled his gun. "Woah, Sherlock, is that James Moriarty?" The man who stole the crown jewels? Twice? He stared in disbelief as Sherlock pecked Jim's forehead.

"He was let off, you can't arrest him." Sherlock reminded Lestrade, gently prying Jim's arms from around his neck.

Lestrade looked helplessly at John, who shrugged. "Told you he found a boyfriend."

"Wait, boyfriend? Sherlock, that criminal's your- What?" Lestrade pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hang on, give me a minute."

Jim held Sherlock's hand. Now that John saw them together naturally, he was surprised at the contrast between the two.

Sherlock stood tall and rigid, in his normal, mysterious coat and scarf, looking generally bored. On the other hand, Jim leaned against him, looking playful and happy, though clearly mad, and his height was a stark difference. He was also wearing a tee-shirt and fitted jeans with boots, another contrast from what John was used to seeing him in. He grimaced.

"Hello, Jim. We're working." He greeted the man.

Jim grinned. "I know! I just wanted to see Sherly, I missed him, you know."

Sherlock pulled Jim close to him, an arm around the other's shoulder. "Although I am glad to see you, too, this is important. If you can help, you can stay. I'd love it if you worked with me."

"Oh, no, no, I won't take dearest Johnny's place." Jim declined. "Just popped in for a bit. I'll see you, Sherlock. Bye!" He blew a kiss and then left Sherlock's side and disappeared out the door.

Lestrade looked up. "That... was your boyfriend."

"Yes. Was that not clear?" Sherlock asked, generally wondering.

John waved him off. "Yes, Greg, that was Jim Moriarty, Sherlock's boyfriend. He's alright, really. And Sherlock trusts him, so I trust him, too."

"Seriously?" Lestrade regarded him, doubtful.

"Well..." John faltered. "I wouldn't accept a drink from him, but I do think he's fine in general. Sherlock knows what he's doing."

"I'm right here, and I do know what I'm doing, I always do." Sherlock scoffed. "Honestly, Lestrade, as long as he doesn't disturb your crime scenes, what does it matter to you?"

"It matters because you're my friend, Sherlock, and I want to make sure your choice of boyfriend is a good one!" Lestrade said, exasperated.

"Sir! You'd better come!" A voice from outside.

The three men rushed outside to find Anderson doubled over in pain with Donovan standing worriedly over him. "What the bloody hell happened?" Lestrade demanded.

"Some bloke was walking out, and just all of a sudden attacked him!" Sally complained.

"What did Anderson do?" John asked, already knowing what happened.

"Nothing, we were just talking about the Freak." Sally said.

"And did this bloke hear you insult Sherlock?"

Sally stuttered. "Well... I, I don't know, maybe-"

"You've just met Sherlock's boyfriend, congratulations." John muttered. Lestrade chuckled.

"Alright, I suppose Moriarty might be alright." He relented. Sherlock rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yes, well..." He stood for a minute, then headed back inside the building. John caught him wearing a small smile.