Johns POV
Sherlock had disappeared. We were chasing a murderer and he got pulled away from me. I heard him scream. And that brings us to this moment where I am trying to find him. It's not working. Really I'm just running around this abandoned house trying to find him. A thud sounded above me. I ran towards the stairs. When I reached the top I paused to survey my surroundings. The thud was coming from the left. Luckily there was only one door there. I opened the door to see no one inside. Then I looked out the window. Someone was hanging on for dear life. I ran over. It was Sherlock. He grinned stupidly at me. I scowled. I helped him back into the room. He crashed into me. We lay on the ground, tangled. His face was right next to mine. Our noses were touching. I made no move to push him off of me. I scowled. "Right now, I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.'' I growled.
"Can I pick?" he said.
"Oh for god sakes," I sighed, "come here."
I pulled him in for a kiss. About thirty seconds later we broke apart for air. He tried to kiss me again. I held him away "Your such an ass sometimes." I said, He whined. "But your so damn cute,'' I sighed. I kissed him again. I pulled away when I remembered what we had been doing. "Where's the murderer?" I asked.
"I pushed him out the window. He's dead. Now can you please let me kiss you." He sighed.
"At home," I growled.
He helped me up and we explained to the police what had happened. We left out the part that we kissed in though. At home I let him kiss me again. Right after I threw him off the couch and yelled at him.