Chapter 1
"John!"
"Yes, Sherlock?"
"Bring me your phone!"
John sighed and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He smiled, remembering the day he first met Sherlock when he had deducted so much from just John's phone. That had been the day his life changed.
"Hurry up!"
"I'm coming!"
Sometimes John wondered why he put up with living with Sherlock. But John knew exactly why when he looked up and saw the smile on his face. He walked over and dropped the phone into Sherlock's hands. Sherlock grinned. Oh, how John had missed him. When he had come back, John had feigned anger, but he hadn't been able to suppress his joy. He had practically thrown himself into Sherlock's arms.
"Are you hungry?" Sherlock's voice brought John back to the present. "We could go to dinner maybe."
"Um, sure"
Sherlock smiled and John smiled back. To think he hadn't seen Sherlock in three years and now it was only two days since he returned.
"Great, you can help me with my case."
That was odd, Sherlock hadn't seemed that worried or involved about his case. The only reason he had requested the phone was because he was probably texting Mycroft. John shook off the thought, why else would Sherlock want to go to dinner?