They didn't speak until they where safely inside 221B baker street, and sitting down in the their living room with the kettle on.

"Right well I think it's safe to say no more fans for you." joked John half heartedly.

A ghost of a smile crossed Sherlock face but it was soon replaced with the same numb look.

"I think I'll skip the tea and go to bed." stated Sherlock as he got up and went to make his way out of the room.

"Sherlock talk to me, we were nearly killed tonight please just talk to me."

"talk about what? How about how stupid it was of you to try and grab that bastard." yelled Sherlock.

"Stupid I was trying to save us, to save you." he yelled back.

"I could have talked our way out it."

"oh really and how the hell could you have managed that, face it if it wasn't for your sister we would be dead right now and you know it." he roared stepping up to Sherlock leaving just a couple a inches between them.

"No not for certain, Sally's appearance just helped things move along." stated Sherlock.

"that's it then, that's what this is all about your not mad at me for grabbing that murderer your mad at Sally for saving your life. Is that silly petty feud so strong that even after she saved your life you still hate her, or is it just because she's better than you."

"don't push me John." it was a deadly whisper.

"or what? What will the great consulting detective do." John sneered back. Closing the gap even further so they were nose to nose.

"This" and with that Sherlock pressed his lips against Watson's before shoving him against the nearest wall and continued to assault the doctors mouth and neck. It was only until the Doctor began to moan and kiss back did Sherlock pull away and made a beeline for the stairs. Leaving the good doctor confused and a little rejected.