Epilogue: Keeping It Real

"And that's why-" Sherlock said after having hopped off the ceiling vent onto which he was hanging a second before. "The murder weapon was here instead of in the third floor." He produced a bloodied banana and showed it around to further prove his point.

"Amazing." The doctor said while holding his friend's -boyfriend's now- coat and gloves. Sometimes John couldn't believe the ridiculousness of some murders. And neither could he ever get used to seeing Sherlock so in his element and figuring out each of their schemes. "Absolutely amazing." He praised just as he knew his detective liked it.

"Thank you." Sherlock allowed a smile to paint over his face as he stared at the man he could call his since three days ago. It was a short time for a relationship to be this deep, but they both felt they had lost enough time dancing around the edges.

"I need you and Gorge to interrogate the suspect." The musician said to John, and both, the detective inspector and Sally, could hear something was different between the two men. There seemed to be a certain giddiness among them.

"It's Greg." He chided in. He couldn't believe he had worked with Sherlock for more than seven years now and the man could still not learn his first name.

"And since when do you pass on an opportunity to interview the possible murderer?" Donovan added. For her, the situation was already too childish to deal with. After this, she would demand a raise from her boss, a big one.

"Since I need them to distract her while I sneak through the back door." He responded Sally with a slight curve at the corners of his lips. Which was odd enough for the officer to pull a face at him. Act which clearly brought the detective back to the present and resumed to scowl at her as if she had insulted him. That was more like it.

"No." Greg assured him. "I'm not letting you do that." He said, to no avail because the silver-gazed man had apparently already moved on from answering questions and had resolved that it will be done, with or without his help.

"Are you sure about this?" John said a bit concerned. He never liked it when they had to separate while on cases, because he knew that if something ever happened to the consulting detective and he was not there to defend him, he would completely and irrationally place the guilt on himself.

"Yes." He answered confidently. And it was everything his blogger needed. He trusted the musician with his life and if he said it was necessary then he will do everything he could.

"Well, then." John smiled fondly at him. "Let's go." He was ready for the fight to begin. Just the two of them against the rest of the world. Oh, and he guessed Lestrade could come too. "See you when we catch her." He said.

"The game is on!" The younger man remarked excited, and then something that neither Greg nor Sally ever expected, happened. Both men took a step towards the other and sealed their lips in a quick and chaste kiss goodbye.

They were astonished to say the least, and just kept staring at the two of them beginning to walk in different directions only to return and exchange the items in their hands -John, his clothes, and Sherlock, the evidence- and proceed stalking off, away from each other with a stupid grin on their faces.

The inspector was actually glad for his friends -or would be, once he gets over the shock- but the only thing he managed to do was ask. "Did we miss something?"