Hooray, new story!
221 B Baker Street was unusually loud, boxes filling the dusty flat. John Watson was finally packing up his things and moving out of the too quiet flat. Ever since Sherlock had died, John couldn't step foot in the flat for more than a few minutes to quickly nab something. Trying to hold back tears, John tried to filled his boxes as quickly as he could so he could move back to his old, lonely flat void of haunting memories of Sherlock. His things had grown dusty and he had to dust them off before he could see if it was his or Sherlock's, resulting in tears falling onto Sherlock's abandoned possessions.
There was a ring at the door, a quick buzz that reminded John of Sherlock and how they solved crimes together. There was a quick bit of noise from Mrs. Hudson, which quickly subsided. There was some clanging of footsteps on the stairs, John simply assumed it was Mrs. Hudson coming to tell John that he had a visitor. He ignored it and continued to pack his things.
"Excuse me?" A young, scottish sound voice asked into the dusty room. "I'm looking for Sherlock Holmes?"
John grimaced at the mention of Sherlock. He looked up to the voice, a young red-haired girl stood in the doorway. She stared resolutely at him. "I'm looking for Sherlock Holmes, can you help me?"
John shook his head no and continued packing his things. "He's gone. Won't be accepting any cases. Sorry."
The girl stamped her red-booted foot. "B-b-but there was a man at the door!" She started to turn as red as her hair, "He said Sherlock Holmes was still accepting cases!"
That really got John's attention. He stopped packing and turned to the girl. "This man, what did he look like?"
"Uhm, really tall, really long coat, and cheekbones out to here!" She held her hands out far away from her cheeks in a child-like manner.
John dropped the mug he was packing and clamored out of the flat. Taking steps three at a time, John was out the door and into the street in record time. If he was right, Sherlock would be waiting outside. There was a man, dressed exactly like Sherlock was walking down the street. "Sherlock!" John screamed. It had to be him, John knew that Sherlock wouldn't have just jumped without a plan.
The man started to run, and so did John. Even if the man wasn't Sherlock, he knew something about Sherlock and would be able to help John. The man had long, quick strides just like Sherlock, but John was just as able to keep up. After all the running he'd done with Sherlock, John had learned to run as quickly as his once dead friend. John was gaining on the well dressed man. John tried to reach for the ends of the man's long coat, but he was just barely too far away. John was tiring and needed to do something quickly, the man was gaining speed as he lost it. In a last ditch effort John jumped onto the man's back. They tumbled into the sidewalk. John rolled the man over, and looking back at him was Sherlock. "Sherlock?" He whispered in shock.
"John." Sherlock answered.
Yay! Sherlock is back! Woo! How will John react? Who is the little girl (although you might be able to assume who it is since this is wholock and it was in the summary)?