a/n: Wow I haven't done this Yet. Hey guys, I'm really sorry for not doing this earlier. I have a legitimate excuse though. Blame the teachers! Haha no. But you get my point. Busy with school, Blah blah blah... Grades, blah blah blah... Parents. You get my point. Anyway I have a feeling you don't want to read me rambling a lot, So on with the story!

Oh yeah and I totally took this in a different direction than I expected. It Went from a form of JohnLock To... Well how about you just read it for yourself? Please review! I really do appreciate it.

~~As you all know, Sherlock is not mine, Nor are any of the other characters. ~~

As I swept through London, I saw to it that no one (reporter or otherwise) saw me. Word could get back to John very quickly, so I could not risk being seen.

Considering the roundabout trip, it took about an hour to reach my flat, rather than the usual 15 minutes when I would take a cab. Once or twice I thought I saw John. Maybe me being unsure had to do with what Molly just told me. Why did I still care? I can't possibly love her; love is an emotional defect found on the losing side. I should file said predicament away in my mind so I can think about it later.

When I get there it's about 2:30 in the afternoon. John should still be at the office at least until seven. I have time.

I walk up the side street to my flat, but then realized that my keys are in the coat that I jumped with. It was in the morgue with my fake body. Why did I get blood on it? Ugh. The first floor window is unlocked, but Mrs. Hudson has been gone since yesterday. As I tried to worm my way in I am quite thankful that I do not eat as much as John would like me to. I go in headfirst and end up falling on my behind. "I'm alright!" I shout, before I realize that I speak to no one. At least no one answers. Almost so no one has the chance to, I immediately get up and go upstairs to try to unlock the door to my flat. It takes about two minutes with a hairpin I got from Molly's bathroom. Simple. The hard part is finding my computer is this-

wait, what?

I was gone for two months and now the flat already looks like a rubbish bin?

Oh well if John likes it this way, then so be it.

As I rifled through the rubbish on my desk, It doesn't take long to find my laptop. Now for something else in my room. I'm not sure why, but I have a feeling there's something I might be able to use.

Wow, it really is getting cold here. Maybe I should get a jacket or something... Shoot, all I have is my Belstaff. I wonder if maybe...

No. I will not degrade myself by wearing John's clothing. But then again, it could never hurt. Since there are no people to talk, I guess I would be able to without a problem from others.

When did I begin caring what other people thought?

I walk over into his bedroom, straight to his closet, and begin rifling through his clothes to look for anything that would fit me when I see it. His cream-colored jumper. It looked like it could fit me so I grabbed it and turn on my heels to see a face proclaiming that two months has been two months too long.

"Sherlock..."