Johnlock Oneshots (Requests are closed)

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Greg's POV

I looked between the two men. They were obviously in love. Even Anderson could see it. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson stole glances at each other. They weren't dating, that much was certain. I glared at them. Sherlock looked at me curiously. I sighed. "I will legit do anything for you two to marry each other," I said.

The birth turned red. Then they looked at each other and grinned. "Anything?" Sherlock asked looking at me.

I gulped. I really didn't want to know what they had in store for me. I nodded.

Two days later Sherlock came into my office. He had someone with him. He was holding an umbrella, glaring at everything. I looked between the two. There was a definite hatred between these two. "This is Mycroft. You said anything so I said you could help him with something." Sherlock said, agitated.

I stood up and leaned over my desk to shake his hand. He gave me a fake smile. I winced. I sat back down in my seat. "What do you need my help with?" I asked.

"Just something for the government. I'm leaving the country and need someone to guard me. Though I don't trust anyone. It seems my brother trusts you so you might just do." he said, looking me up and down.

"Brother?" I asked.

He gestured at Sherlock. Of course. I agreed to be his bodyguard for the trip. When they were leaving I called Sherlock. "Remember our deal." he groaned and continued walking.

Johns POV

Sherlock and I were curled up on the couch together. His head was on my lap and I was playing with his hair. "So what did you do to Greg?" I asked.

He turned over so he could look at me. "Offered his surfaces to my brother," he said.

I smiled at him. "He didn't know that we've been dating for two years?" I asked him.

"You never said you wanted to go public so we never did," he muttered.

"Well, I'll have to propose soon. Considering the deal." I said softly.

He blushed and pushed his face into my stomach. I loved how impressed he would get.

Two weeks later Greg was going to come home. I had proposed the other day. Everyone was happy for us. Though I think Greg was going to kill us. I was working that day so Sherlock went alone. I got home around six. He was sitting on the couch. Mind Palace. I went into the kitchen to get some food. When I walked back into the living room to see he was looking at me. "How'd it go?" I asked.

He looked like he was going to be sick. "What happened?" I asked, worried.

"I caught Lestrand and Mycroft kissing." he gagged at the end.

I laughed. "Well good for them." he glared at me. "How'd he take the news about us?"

"He's withholding cases for a week." he groaned.

I smiled. "Well that gives me more time to spend with my fiance," I said.

He blushed. I would have to thank Greg later. I wouldn't have had the courage to ask if it wasn't for him.