Okay trying something new here, I have been working on this tale while driving to and from work. My poor dictaphone has been working overtime! I'm hoping I don't hit the wrong button while doing my notes it might be a bit embarrassing, especially as I've been doing voices! Hope you like it!

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I was sitting on the sofa watching my little son play with his building blocks when I heard the door downstairs bang, and running footsteps up the 17 steps to the flat. My husband had left the flat very early whispering something about a case. The footsteps however were to fast and heavy for him. John my lover had left for work about an hour previously, we had sent my elder son Simon off to school in a car provided by his Uncle Mycroft, and then John had gone to the clinic on foot. John no longer had a limp, but his footsteps were not as even as the person climbing the stairs. Mycroft would never run, and Simon well there wasn't any reason for him to come home. The steps were heavy, but fast a man then, confident with the layout of the flat, able to run in without worrying what he might find behind our door. Only two men fitted this description, one was a psychopath whom I have in the past tortured to unconsciousness and now avoided the possibility of ever meeting me again, the other was…

"DI Lestrade, what a pleasant surprise!" It wasn't but as I was trying to emulate the Holmes level of omniscience, by welcoming him while he was still the other side of the door. However my plan backfired somewhat when I turned to fix him with my most winning smile, his face was stone and my stomach suddenly froze.

"Mrs Holmes" he addressed me, "is your husband at home?" He was serious but I couldn't help but tease him a little.

"No Greg I didn't know you saw me like that though, I'm flattered" the looked he fixed me with could have frozen lava. "No he's not, actually I thought he was with you, he left this morning saying he had a case." I was confused now; scenarios ran through my head, none of them were good.

"Is there anybody else here?" he asked me looking around.

"No I'm waiting for the nanny to come and pick up Junior, I've got a lecture in a couple hours, John's at work, Simon's at school, and we've covered Sherlock. Mrs Hudson's downstairs though?" I questioned him but he kept the same serious beat.

"Do you think she would take care of little John for a while?" he asked.

"Are you going to arrest me Detective? It's just my solicitor is on Crete, Aghios Nikolaos for a couple of weeks." He put his hand up to stop me.

"I'm hoping it won't come to that, but I would like you to accompany me." He held out his hand to me.

I begged some moments to sort some bits out for my son, which he allowed me. I had a few moments so wrote a quick note for Dr Watson, and sent him a text message. Then I left my tiny son with our landlady, whispering that I expected John home, and he would take him from her. Then with the impatient detective waiting in his unmarked car for me, I checked my phone and entered the passenger seat.

"Do you have any reason to believe your husband might try and leave the country Mrs Holmes?" The DI asked me again.

"None whatsoever, and please stop calling me Mrs Holmes, it's Professor Steadman if your not going to call me Lucille." I stopped and thought for a moment, "I can guarantee Sherlock hasn't left the country Detective." He looked at me; "I have his passport and papers in my safety deposit box. We can go there now if you'd like." His eyes lit up. He turned the car around and we headed for the Park Lane site.

My box was as I assumed complete, and I was able to show him my husband's passport, driving license and MI6 paperwork. Assuring the Detective was easy, although he took the paperwork as guarantee of no moonlight flit. He must have known that if Sherlock Holme's wanted to vanish this pile of worthless documents would mean nothing to him. However he agreed to return me to Baker Street, and as he wouldn't tell me why he was desperate to get in contact with Sherlock, I requested to be allowed to go about my day.

When he dropped me home, I ran straight up the stairs, John would have returned home by now, Mrs Hudson wouldn't expect to see me. I went to our bedroom wriggling under the bed, I removed the loose floorboard and took the small mahogany box that was hidden there. I threw it into my rucksack, changed my shoes to heavy boots, picked up my barber jacket, waved to Mycroft's security camera and left via the window. I watched Lestrade's car disappear around the corner, walked in the opposite direction, and as far as anyone would ever know, vanished.

TBC

Next chapter from Johns POV.

Started calling the baby Junior because even I'm confused now!

Love and cupcakes for all

Jason