A/N: Some kind of pathetic drabble I've had in my head a while, and I never really do drabbles but. Here. I. Am. With slash on my side.
The two men stumbled out of the cab and into the hall of 221 breathless. John bent down, hands on knees, breathing heavily, while Sherlock sagged against the wall.
"Okay. We just chased a KKK member down and got him arrested," John said, laughing.
Sherlock smiled and nodded.
John shook his head. "You are brilliant, do you know that? You are. You are fantastic," he breathed, leaning against the wall next to Sherlock. The curly haired man turned to him, grinning.
"You credit me too much," Sherlock murmured, flattered.
"No, seriously! You tracked him down by the bloody sole of his shoe."
Sherlock's grin broadened as he locked eyes with John, raising an eyebrow.
"It's completely ordinary with practise," he said with a smirk.
The shorter man shook his head again. "You've brought detective work as near as it will ever be as science in the world."
The detective made quick work of shrinking the space between the two men, eyes fixed on the army doctor's.
"What –"
"Shut up."
And Sherlock's lips were on John's.
A/N: and winner of the worst drabble ever goes to me. Anyway i tried and aghaghagh sorry. R&Rs are appreciated!
PS. Who can find the references/similar lines from A Study in Scarlet? :D Winner gets an invisible hedgehog.