"What do you think John?"

"Why do you keep asking me to come to these places Greg?"

"Why do you keep coming?"

It was true, John loved coming to crime scenes, it gave a kick to his currently empty life, but it wasn't the same without Sherlock.

John looked around at his surroundings and bent down to the body, examining it from head to toe.

"Who found him?"

"We don't know. They used one of the telephone boxes around here and called anonymously."

"Well find him"

With this John turned to leave.

"Is that it? You're going?"

"You don't need me." John said as he walked off.

"Come on guys, back to work."

The journey seemed to take ages; John couldn't wait to get back to the flat. Although it was lonely, he seemed to love it there, the one place where he felt truly safe.

John thanked the driver, paid and headed towards his front door.

"I'm back." John proclaimed as he closed the door behind him.

"Have a nice time dear? I'll put the kettle on, shall I?"

"Sure." He knew that Mrs Hudson would want to talk to him to pass the time but John preferred to go straight to bed. It was barely evening but with nothing in his life, dreaming had taken over, but he knew he couldn't argue with her.

John put his coat on a hook and started walking upstairs, the door was slightly open. Mrs Hudson must have had a clean, he thought to himself.

He put his hand up to the door and pushed it open.

John stood there staring for a minute.

Sherlock was there, sat looking into space drinking tea.

The stillness seemed to last forever, life had gone into slow motion. The only noise that could be heard was the kettle boiling in the background.

"When— " John's voice broke as he spoke, he didn't know what to say. "When did you get back?" Neither of them had moved, only Sherlock's cup as he sipped his tea.

Sherlock turned his head towards John. It was clear from his expression he didn't want to talk. He put the cup down on the table and stood up. He was dressed in his black suit, his hair as perfect as ever.

He stood up and walked towards John. "I've already unpacked. I want you to know I'm-"

John grabbed him and held him close. Sherlock embraced the hug and hugged John back. They stood there together for a few moments until they parted in unison, but stayed close.

"Don't you ever-" John's voice broke again, but Sherlock knew as water started to fill John's eyes.

"I promise."