It began a few weeks after Reichenbach, the first week he spent having a sort of breakdown, the second he spent in his room doing who knows what while I read the books we keep in the flat, at some point during the third he came down sat next to me on the couch reading the newspaper over my shoulder, he was surprisingly quiet not even remarking on the ineptitude of Scotland Yard, it was odd even for Sherlock. We continued on like that for a bit him siting and reading over my shoulder, not saying a word. I was scared to speak; afraid it would make him return to his isolated state. The first time he spoke must've been a month and a half after Reichenbach "idiots," directed of course at the ineptitude of Scotland Yard; I fell off the couch at hearing him speak again, much to his amusement. He snatched the newspaper out of my hands and ran out the door, with me close behind, yelling "the case is on Ms. Hudson, the case is on!" as he went. We ran all the way to the Yard, Sherlock made quiet the scene entering Lestrade's office. Knocked over Anderson's coffee and demanded every detail they had "and you idiots probably missed all of the important ones at that!" after an odd look Lestrade spoke "As I was saying there is a murderer on the loose so far his victims have had shallow lacerations across the torso though these do not appear to be the cause of death. And their eyes, ears, or teeth were removed" "Don't you have pictures of the scene the victims? Lestrade you imbecile" Sherlock shouted knocking Anderson's coffee unto his lap "this is all your fault Anderson! You imbecile!"