-6 Months Later-

Jim looked around the air field. He glanced at his watch anxiously. Sherlock's plane should be there in about 10 minutes. 10 minutes.

Jim thought back through the past 6 months. Everything turned crazy as soon as Sherlock had left. The flat had been hectic. Everybody was in on the plan. The last 6 months had been in preparation.

Jim tapped his foot on the ground nervously.

"Jim? Everything okay?" John asked from behind him.

John had helped Jim the most throughout the months. He had been the one who had helped devise the plan. He had been the one who helped him get everything ready.

Moriarty ran a hand through his hair, "This was a bad idea. Maybe we should just... He'll say no. He'll... He's Sherlock."

"Jim," Molly interrupted, "it'll be fine."

Jim scratched his shoulder awkwardly. "Do you think it's too much?"

"Listen, you went though all this trouble to make it perfect so perfect it will be." Lestrade said, fumbling with the piece of card in his hand.

Jim stared at the people in front of him. They had all finally excepted him. Excepted that he had changed. Better than that, they had helped him put this whole thing together.

With one last glance at his watch, Jim decided it was show time. Molly, John, Greg and Jim got into a line, like they had rehearsed, and waited for the plane to arrive.

Moriarty could hear his heart beating twice the normal speed as he saw a glimpse of silver. The plane. Sherlock was back.

As the plane landed, Jim decided to focus on his breathing. In and out. In and out.

The plane door opened to show a certain detective standing in the doorway. Jim watched as he walked down the steps.

In and out. In and out.

Jim spotted Sherlock reading the question on the cards and immediately thought it was a bad idea. He looked sad. No, not sad, shocked. Happy? It was impossible to tell with him.

As his eyes scanned the last card, Jim knew it was too late to take it back. Even if he could, he wouldn't.

Sherlock began walking towards the criminal. Once he was close enough, Jim realised that his eyes were full of tears.

That changed something inside of Jim. He felt something different. Something knew. Stronger than happiness. Stronger than love.

He dropped the card he was holding and ran into Sherlock's open arms. Jim inhaled his familiar scent, something he'd been deprived of for months.

Once Jim was slowly brought back to reality, he realised it was time. Yes. This was right.

In and out. In and out.

Jim got down on one knee. It was incredibly cliché. Too obvious.

He reached into his pocket and closed his hand around the box. Jim pulled it out and offered it to his lover.

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes," Jim swallowed hard before finally saying, "will you marry me?"

Everyone was silent.

Moriarty felt like an eternity had passed. Sherlock still hadn't replied. Why wasn't he replying?

Was he going to say no?

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Jim stared into Sherlock's eyes hopefully. The detective just stood there with a blank expression.

After what felt like years, Sherlock blank expression transformed into a smile. Jim wasn't sure how he did it, but he was sure that his smile had spread across his whole face.

Without replying, Sherlock reached into his pocket slowly. He pulled out a similar box and presented it to the criminal.

"Jim Moriarty," Sherlock said, helping Jim onto his feet, "will you marry me?"

Moriarty stared at the rings for a second before looking into Sherlock's eyes. They both chuckled slightly and neither of the men to stop smiling. They must have looked insane to everyone watching.

Without thinking, Jim grabbed Sherlock's face in his hands and dragged his down to kiss him. He took the opportunity to run his thumb down Holmes's cheekbones. Sherlock had his hands wrapped tightly around Moriarty's waist.

Jim pulled away slightly and pushed a curl from Sherlock's face.

"Of course." he whispered.

A/N

Short chapter, I know, but it had to be done sometime.

You don't even want to know how many different ways of proposing I came up with.

You also don't even want to know how many websites I read and how many videos I watched to find ideas for proposals.

But yay! They're engaged! I hope this makes up for any pain I may have caused you.

This won't be the end of the story. Oh no. There's more. Plenty more where this came from.

So, grab a box of tissues, hide under a blanket and be prepared to scream into a pillow.

The fanfic continues...

- A