What I've Been Missing

by SilverBulletAngel

Sherlock and Madison are happily married and a certain psychopath steps in and breaks into the three most secure places in the country. Will the Reichenbach Hero's wife began to question their relationship... or even her husband's sanity? Sequel to "What I've Never Known". **DISCONTINUED**

1. The Sherlock Holmes Hat

Here we are: "What I've Been Missing". If you're looking for a fanfiction where Sherlock Holmes grows old and dies alone, you're in the wrong place. If you're looking for "What I've Never Known", you're still in the wrong place. If you're still reading this, then go down a little farther for something new! Thanks to Starcrier for the encouragement!

"Boffin. Boffin Sherlock Holmes." In the middle of his sentence, Sherlock had tossed the newspaper on the table; John picked it up.

"Everybody gets one," he replied.

"One what?"

"Tabloid nickname. Don't worry, I'll probably get one soon."

"Page five, column six, first sentence." He opened to the page and frowned. "Why is it always the hat photograph?"

"Bachelor John Watson?"

The front door opened, and in walked Madison carrying in both hands groceries. "Coming in!" she called, shutting the door with her foot. "Am I interrupting?"

"Well, welcome back," Sherlock said, meeting her with a kiss and taking some of the load.

"You're just in time," said John, holding up the article.

"Ah, your latest happy ending." In the kitchen she moved aside some jars of… something, and put the bags down, taking the ones from her husband. "Where'd you find that hat, anyway?"

Sherlock huffed something of a cough. "What's on my to-do list next Tuesday?"

She turned to him quickly. Since his fame began to rise, she'd practically became his secretary. "What?" When he walked out, she caught his grin. "You…"

"Okay, this is too much," the doctor was saying, having finally puit the paper down. "We need to be more careful."

"What do you mean, 'more careful'?"

"I mean that isn't a deer stalker now, it's a Sherlock Holmes hat. I mean you're not really a private detective anymore. You're this far from famous."

"It'll pass." He sat down.

"It better pass. The press will turn, Sherlock, they always do. And they'll turn on you."

Having been in his thinking position, he looked at John. "It really bothers you."

"He's got a point, you know!" Madison called from the kitchen, then appearing at the door. "Just be careful, Sherlock."

Heaving a sigh, he leaned back.

This is only meant to be just a little introduction, but more is on the way! So what happens next Tuesday?