*starts the Pride-month-marathon*

"One of those incidents again. Possible accident, unknown corpse, no connection to anything. According to the police."
Sherlock left his mind palace in the same moment and almost jumped out of his chair.
"Very beautiful! Mycroft, if you had the kindness to tell me the place, you could- "
"Sherlock. That has to stop."
"I don't see why, Mycroft." "He's not good for you." "Oh, you worry about me. That's something new. The inspector is good for you, brother mine. "
The British government ignored Sherlock's comment and said, "I'm serious."
"Me too. If you'd excuse me then I have a crime to solve. I'll ask Gandalf- " "GREG." "Lestrade for the address. Have a nice day, Mike."

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Sherlock barely found a quiet minute in the taxi, let alone at the crime scene.
He couldn't focus on anything, and Anderson and Donovan's remarks didn't help either.
Finally he yelled at them together and then sent everyone out of the room.
Only one employee in one of the protective suits remained.

"Jesus Christ, I said-"
"Did you miss me so much? Poor Sherlock."
Sherlock stopped.
The man took off his protective clothing and underneath came a dark blue suit and black patent leather shoes.
Jim Moriarty grinned diabolically.
"Well? Any idea who it was?"

Sherlock slowly turned back to the scene of the murder.
"Well, I have five .... three .... bi.
He was married to a woman but had an affair with a man. They found out, fell in love and killed him together. Out of the ordinary."
"Very good!" James' voice sounded euphoric.

†††††

Somehow they ended up with Sherlock lying on the floor plucking his violin and James watching him smoking.
There was a pleasant silence in the room.
The Consultig Detective had texted Lestrade saying that he was doing some homicide tests and that no one should enter the house for the next hour.
When he saw that, Jim had grinned and pressed Sherlock against the nearest wall to give him a stormy kiss.