Unexpected

Murder at the theatre

P.O.V Sherlock

"I love you too." I whispered.

John smiled before pulling me down again, our lips crashing together.

Ring!

Ring!

Ring!

My phone started ringing.

Ring!

Ring!

John pulled away from me. "Sherlock, as much as I'd love to just sit here and kiss you all day, that's probably Lestrade with a case."

"Don't care." I replied.

"Really? 'Cause a few minutes ago you were complaining about how bored you were at not having a case."

I looked into his eyes which were blue and sparkled like diamonds. His face was still a light shade of pink.

"Fine." I said, standing up straight and grabbing my phone from the table.

"Hello" I said when I had pressed the phone against my ear.

"Sherlock! There's been a murder. Phoenix Theatre."

I listened as he filled me in on the details. When he hung up, I turned to John.

"Homicide. Theatre. Lets go."

P.O.V John

Sherlock was so excited. He was like a child on Christmas day.

I jumped up from my armchair, and walked over in front of where Sherlock was stood.

He smiled down at me, then leant down and placed a short kiss on my lips. He moved his mouth to my ear.

"The game is on."

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We jumped out of the cab and walked over to where Greg was stood.

"Where is it?" Sherlock asked.

"Stalls, row E, seat 16" He turned and lead us through to the auditorium, then through the rows of chairs to the one we were looking for.

A body sat slumped in the chair. It was a male, he looked about middle age and had dark blonde hair. He wore a white shirt with a black tie and black trousers.

Sherlock began examining the corpse with his magnifying glass. I watched him in admiration.

Before long, Sherlock stood up.

"The wife poisoned him." He said as if that cleared up the whole situation.

"How do you know that?" Greg asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Sherlock took a deep breath before he began his explanation.

"The wife was having an affair, he didn't know about it however she was worried that he would find out. She had been going out to see her 'lover' and her husband was getting suspicious. He has stress lines on his face, bags under his eyes; he has been stressed lately, staying up late so quite possibly they had argued a lot recently. He is dressed up and his hair is styled, so suggests he believed tonight would be special, or he just felt the need to dress up. Most likely the former. So she wanted to take him out to see a show to try and 'fix their relationship'. Of course that wasn't the reason she actually took him out tonight. Her aim was to kill him and she succeeded," he pointed at an empty paper cup on the floor under the chair in front of where the body was sat, " The cup. There is a light powder on his lips the same as the powder in the cup, therefore she poisoned his coffee when he wasn't looking. She believed a theatre would be a good place to commit the murder because there would be lots of other people; possible suspects. How wrong she was."

"That was astonishing"

I didn't realize I'd said that out loud until Sherlock turned to me, smirking.

Sherlock stepped closer to me and leant down, his lips gently brushing against mine.

"Thank you" He whispered, his cool breath ghosted my face.

Someone cleared their throat near us and my face flushed red as I remembered Lestrade was also in the room. I took half a step away from Sherlock. I glanced at Sherlock then looked at Lestrade.

"Er erm-" I stuttered.

"It's about time!" Greg almost shouted.

"Ssshh" Sherlock hushed looking round with his eyes before they landed on Gregs face again.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well you two are just perfect for each other."

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I slid into the cab, Sherlock following. He told the cabbie the address of our flat, then reached over and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers together. I looked over at him, the corners of his mouth pulling up into a smile.