That case took three days to solve...three days of running around, chasing after clues. That final night had us chasing the murderer through what felt like half of London. We caught him in the end, but not without a fight.

We got home and stood in the hallway, leaned against the wall and burst out laughing. "That was the most fun I've had in...I've had ever, really." I said. "You were amazing, you know that."

"Yes." He said and he smiled. "You said that...a few times."

"I was gushing a bit, I know. Sorry."

"Don't be. I find that I rather like it. You were amazing too, by the way. That was the best rugby tackle I've seen in a while."

"Thanks. But you're such an idiot. How could you just go after him like that?"

"I didn't know he had a knife."

"Aren't you supposed to assume things like that?"

"I thought I had him...I'm glad you were there though. I would've ended up with a nasty injury otherwise."

"Told you you need someone to watch your back."

"Maybe you're right." He said and he looked thoughtful for a moment, like he was considering something. "So are you up for the job?"

"Of course...I'd best learn how to handle a gun though."

He looked surprised. "You really want to learn...you would actually be willing to shoot someone..."

"To save your life? In a heartbeat."

He continued to look surprised.

"I was going to join the army remember...guns were always going to be part of that..." I said.

"I don't know how you do it, John but you surprise me all the time...come here" He said and then he pulled me into a hug.

"I realised something today." He said.

"What?"

"I'm not the only one around here who is fond of danger."

...

It was the afternoon of the next day. Sherlock was sprawled on the couch, complaining of boredom. I was sitting in my armchair and writing on my laptop.

"What are you doing?" He said.

"Writing up the case you just solved."

"Writing it up? Who for?"

"Me, really. I thought it was very interesting."

"You're writing it up so you'll remember it..."

"Yes. I don't ever want to forget just how brilliant you were."

"You won't forget...I'll go on being brilliant."

"True. But this particular case was complicated and intriguing. So I want to have a record of it."

"Are you putting it on your blog?"

"How do you know..." I broke off at the sight of his face. It had "Oh please!" written all over it.

"Well then you also know that I've never written anything on it." I said.

"Why is that?"

"Because I never thought my life was interesting enough to write about..."

"And now suddenly it is..." He tried to keep his expression neutral as he said that, but he couldn't quite hide the tiny smile lurking at the corner of his mouth.

"Aren't you pleased about that..."

"But if you put it on your blog, people are going to read it."

"What people? I can't think of anyone other than my friends and my sister perhaps."

"If you put it out there, anyone could read it."

"True...the more the people who read it, the better. I want every one to know brilliant you are."

"Why?"

"Because...you're unique. There's no one like you. You risk your life every day to put murderers and criminals behind bars...And the cops get all the credit. It's not fair."

"You know I don't care about things like that."

"But I do..."

"Don't turn me into a hero, John."

"I don't have to, love. You're one already."

...

That blog started as no more than a record of the cases that we worked on. I'd only meant it to be a record for me. I had hoped that a few people would read it. But I never imagined that it would become as popular as it eventually did.

Sherlock has always been disdainful of my blog...he claims that I take his cases and his methods of solving them, which were rational and scientific and romanticise them. He insists that he is not a hero and that I should stop turning him into one.

I listen to him about most things, but this I will always turn a deaf ear to. Sherlock is a hero. He is the bravest and most intelligent man that I have ever known. He frequently comes off as cold and rude...but underneath all that is a big heart and a very sensitive soul.

I don't know how I ended up with him...I'm just very, very glad that I did.

...

Author's note: This story ends here. It has been a joy to write. There may be a sequel or two in the future. If I ever make an attempt at Mystrade it will be in this universe. A very big thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, followed and favourited this story. There is a small bunch of people (you know who you are) who reviewed every single chapter as I wrote it. I cannot thank you enough. It was your enthusiasm that made me want to keep writing.