Sherlock laid in his bed thinking about what Janine had just spoke to him. Obviously he never planned to actually marry the woman as he already had someone. Speaking of which, he hadn't seen her in a long time as Mycroft thought it would be better if no one knew he had a wife so she wouldn't become an easy target for criminals.
He looked down at the newspaper and scoffed. He was so intrigued in said newspapers that he didn't notice anyone walk in.
A young woman with long raven hair that was curly and wavy and bright, emerald green eyes walked into the room and put some roses on the cupboard among the other flowers. She walked over to the bed in a red dress and black blazer. She sat on the bed and waited until Sherlock noticed she was there.
Sherlock looked up and his eyes widened at the sight of the woman. He tried to sit up but the pain where he got shot forced him to sit back.
"Alice? It's really you, isn't it?"
She nodded. "It's really me Will." She smiled at the wounded detective and bent down to kiss his forehead.
For the first time in ages, Sherlock smiled a genuine smile. "What're you doing here?"
"Well, I heard you got shot so I came to see if you were ok."
"I've missed you."
"And I you, mi amor." Alice stroked his black locks and smiled at him. "Can I stay at your house?"
"You have a house on the same street."
"I know but I haven't seen you in months."
"Ok. I'll sort the flat out then you can come over." He looked into her green eyes with the same Cheshire Cat smile as before.
"Sounds good." She gave him one last hug then went to the door and walked out.
Sherlock was quite happy to see his wife but he still didn't want John to know he kept this secret from him. He has already kept so much from him.