And here's the final chapter, sorry it took so long!

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Sherlock didn't sleep at all that night. He stayed on the couch in the living room going over and over in his head everything that had happened that previous night and storing it away in John's special place in his mind palace. He also had a lot more to think about, what was he supposed to do now? Just go on pretending he just wanted to be friends? The night before had shown promising signs that John wanted to be more than friends too but he had to be certain before he revealed his true feelings. He heard John moving around upstairs so he got up to make some tea and toast.

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John came down the stairs and was greeted by a smiling Sherlock holding a cup of tea and a plate of toast out to him.

They both sat down at the table together and John was pleased to note that Sherlock was eating.

John didn't want to leave after that but unfortunately he had to go to work.

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John had been working all morning so headed back to his office for his lunch break. He was shocked to find Sherlock sitting at his desk, when he entered.

"I bought you some lunch, it's better than any food you can get here," said Sherlock, smiling and holding up a bag full of food.

"It's no longer me trying to make you eat, but you trying to make me eat," John joked, and returning Sherlock's smile, he accepted the sandwich he was being offered.

They talked easily after that while they ate and before long, Sherlock was leaving as John had to get back to work.

As Sherlock was leaving he turned to John and handed him a piece of paper.

"Meet me here at 7," was all Sherlock said before he turned and left.

Looking down at the paper John saw the name of a restaurant written in Sherlock's handwriting and found himself looking forward to tonight already.

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Dinner had been great. They'd both felt just as comfortable during the silences as they had when they'd been talking. Sherlock entertained John by telling him about the lives of other people at the restaurant. John had no idea how much was true but it was entertaining all the same and John loved the look of excitement Sherlock got in his eyes when deducing.

They'd decided to walk home since the restaurant was relatively close to their flat. They had barely left the restaurant when there was a shout of "Sherlock" from behind them. Before John even had a chance to turn around to see who it was, Sherlock was grabbing his hand and pulling John along as he started running. John thought it was lucky he no longer needed his cane because he certainly wouldn't have been able to run like this a few weeks ago. They ran all the way back to Baker Street, not stopping until they had stumbled through the door.

"You going to tell me what that was all about?" asked John, once he'd regained control of his breathing and they'd made it up the stairs to the living room.

"I expect you'll find out soon," said Sherlock mysteriously as he removed his scarf and coat.

"You're the most ridiculous man I've ever met, did you know that?" John asked and when Sherlock just grinned in response, John shook his head. He really was in love with the craziest man in London.

Sherlock was shocked by the look of affection that he could see in John's eyes, no one had ever looked at him like that before.

"John…" started Sherlock but he trailed off when he realised he didn't know what to say. Instead, he took a few steps towards John, closing the distance between them. He then slowly raised his hand, giving John a chance to back away, but when he didn't Sherlock placed his hand softly on John's cheek.

"John…" said Sherlock again but this time he couldn't continue as John had just pressed his lips against Sherlock's. All coherent thought went out the window as John's mouth moved against his own. Sherlock wound his arms around John, pulling him closer. He couldn't believe this was happening. John was actually kissing him! He hadn't meant for the evening to go this way but when he saw the look in John's eyes he couldn't help it.

John pulled away when the need for oxygen became too much. And Sherlock saw it now, the love written all over John's face and he couldn't believe he'd missed it before. Or maybe he did see it but just didn't believe that someone could love him. But John loved him and that filled him with a joy and happiness that he'd never felt before.

"I'm sorry," said John, "I shouldn't have done that." His face was still close to Sherlock's but he didn't move away.

"I should've done that a long time ago," replied Sherlock, before he quickly kissed John again.

"What does this mean?" asked John, enjoying the closeness of Sherlock and the heat he could feel emanating from his body.

"It means we wasted time moving you into the room upstairs because now we're going to have to move all your belongings into mine," said Sherlock, unable to keep the smile off his face.

"But we don't have to do that now right?" asked John before he leaned in to kiss Sherlock again.

Their lips had just connected when a gasp came from someone just outside the door. They both broke apart to see a shocked Lestrade standing in the doorway but his shocked expression quickly changed to a smile.

"If you two are busy I can come back later?" asked Lestrade, as he motioned over his shoulder, asking if he should leave.

"Has there been another one?" asked Sherlock, which Lestrade took as an invitation to stay. He was happy to notice that while the couple had broken apart, they were now holding hands and that John was blushing a very red colour.

"This one's different. This time they left a note," replied Lestrade, "and why did you run away from me? I know you saw me."

Lestrade had been informed by Mycroft where Sherlock was but by the time he'd arrived at the restaurant, the pair had already left. Luckily, Lestrade had seen them not far down the road and had called out to Sherlock. Sherlock had obviously seen him but before Lestrade could make a move to go and talk to him, Sherlock had taken off running with John in tow.

"I wanted to show John that his leg was better. Plus we were having a great time and I didn't want you to ruin it," answered Sherlock, smiling down as John whose hand was still in his own.

"Does that mean you won't come to the crime scene?" asked Lestrade. As much as he hated to admit it, he really did need Sherlock's help, "And before you ask, your brother has given you permission to help on the case."

"I don't need his permission to do anything, and yeah I'll come, but I'll meet you there, I won't go in a police car," replied Sherlock. He knew he needed to help on this case, the police needed all the help they could get.

Lestrade thanked Sherlock and said goodbye before he left. Sherlock's phone beeped and he saw a text from Lestrade with the address of the next suicide, Brixton, Lauriston Gardens.

Sherlock turned to John and was about to say goodbye when he had a brilliant idea, John could come with him. John was a doctor and he was smart, he could certainly help Sherlock out at a crime scene.

"Do you want to come with me?" asked Sherlock, which surprised John, he hadn't expected an invitation.

"Why?"

"Because I want you too. And you could help, you are a doctor after all," and Sherlock took John's kiss in reply to his question as a yes.

They both had huge smiles on their faces as they put their coats back on and Sherlock grabbed his scarf. They made their way down stairs and once outside, Sherlock hailed a cab. Sherlock smiled down at John and squeezed his hand before he climbed into the cab. John slid in next to him and the cab took off towards the destination that Sherlock had just told the cabbie.

John looked at the ridiculous man sitting next to him. Not in a millions years did he ever imagine that this was the way his life would turn out. But he wouldn't change it for the world. For some reason the man sitting next to him loved him. Not that either of them had said it out loud yet but they both knew it was true. They loved each other and that would be enough to get them through any tough times they faced. They'd found each other and they were going to spend the rest of their lives together, John was certain of it.

AN: And that's the end! It then links to the first episode where Sherlock and John arrive at the crime scene together but they're a couple instead.

I hope you enjoyed it and thanks again!