WOW, Okay. I know it's been while since uploading the last chapter and this one. But there's been many factors XD (The main hitting many walls… many… many… thick and hard walls…UGH). Also i've been trying to get an exam done and out of the way (still need to do DAMMIT) and i've been ill this last week and haven't been up to writing much (sadly) BUT, here it is! I will start work on the next chapter as soon as possible, I might even add a little more touchy feely stuff into it as well XD

Also… I have been converted. I like the pairing between Mycroft and Lestrade XD

Don't ask me why… I just have. What i've read has been incredibly sweet and I have just been converted. So yes. Mycroft and Lestrade will be appearing in a relationship too (no hate… please ;_;)

But please, do enjoy ;)

There may already be some kind of storyline similar, BUT, i've read so many or i just haven't read one yet. So, if there is anything similar already, I apologise profusely. I really do NOT mean to steal anyone's ideas. But again and as always, please do read and enjoy. Please leave reviews and any positive and constructive criticism is welcomed!

Anneh xoxo

Sherlock woke again, still a bit dopey. He took a deep breath in before opening his eyes fully. Sherlock turned over and noticed that the bed beside him was still warm but none was there. He was sure John was sleeping next to him before. Sherlock pulled the duvet off before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed eventually standing up. Sherlock left his bedroom to go and find John in the flat. He knew he hadn't been out of bed long so he couldn't be far. He went to the kitchen first as he was sure that would be the first place he would go to after getting up. Sherlock heard the kettle just finish boiling as he got nearer to the kitchen. He watched as John poured the boiling water into the cup, added milk and stirred. As John put the spoon into the sink, he had to stop himself from throwing the tea over himself.

"Shit, Sherlock! Can you let me know when you're there next time please?"

"Ah, sorry."

"It's okay Sherlock, just a warning would be nice next time," John said and smiled a little, "Umm, tea?"

Sherlock nodded walking to the table and sitting down. He couldn't help but notice how big the kitchen seemed without all of his equipment plastered everywhere. He did have to wonder where John had put it all however.

"In the basement."

It took a couple of seconds for Sherlock to register what John had just said. John set the cup on the table in front of Sherlock. He watched as John sat in the chair opposite to him. Sherlock stared at him as he said, "What?"

"I noticed you were looking around the kitchen. I've put all the equipment in that room Mrs Hudson could never seem to rent out."

"Oh, right. Okay."

Sherlock took a sip from his tea before wincing and setting it back down again. He watched John across the table from him just casually flick through the paper like it was any other ordinary day. He wanted to start some kind of conversation, but Sherlock still wasn't quite sure just what to say. To be perfectly honest, Sherlock was quite surprised John was just sitting at the table just reading the paper. After what had happened yesterday, he didn't expect John to just 'go back to normality' this quickly. He really did need something to talk about though. Looking at the paper in John's hands, he thought that would be a good place to start. Sherlock tried as casually as possible asking, "You know that's yesterday's paper?"

John sighed and put the paper down onto the table in front of him. "Yes, Sherlock. If you haven't noticed already, I haven't been out to the shops yet. Therefore, I haven't got todays paper."

Sherlock couldn't help but stare into his tea for a few seconds before drinking it all in one go. He set the cup onto the table before looking to John and saying, "I'll go."

John's mouth parted a little in shock, but quickly replied, "No, Sherlock. You don't have to, really."

"I insist."

With that, Sherlock quickly stood from the table and started walking back to the bedroom. It didn't take Sherlock too long to get changed before he was back in the living room. He remembered he didn't have any money though. Sherlock quickly went back into the kitchen before asking John, "Have you got any money? I don't have any."

Sherlock watched John carefully as he walked back into the living room and rummaged through the pockets of his coat. John pulled out his wallet and handed Sherlock a crisp £5 note, smiled and said, "I expect change. Oh wait, actually, we need some milk as well."

He just nodded at John before taking the note and replying, "Got it. Milk and paper."

Sherlock turned on his heels, grabbed his own coat and scarf and walked down the stairs. As he got to the bottom, he had to wonder why Mrs Hudson hadn't come up to investigate anything yet. He must remember to ask John about that later. Hope he hasn't murdered her after one of her ramblings. With that in mind, Sherlock opened the door and quickly left. It didn't seem as cold as it looked when he had looked outside. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, gaining him a few weird looks from passers by. He couldn't believe he was talking to himself about normal, everyday things. Something John would talk about, Oh nice day isn't it, Sherlock? He's been away for so long and hasn't had anything to keep his brain working, he feels almost like he's dumbed down a bit. Sherlock was pretty sure that after some puzzles or cases, he would be back to normal again soon. He realised he still needs to see Lestrade, Anderson and Donovan again. Also Mrs Hudson. He still isn't sure just how he's going to go about it though. After the reaction from John, it did make him wonder if he was going to be punched from anyone else. He softly rubbed the area where John had punched him yesterday.

It wasn't long before he had reached the shop. It was just around the corner. Sherlock took to swiftly looking around the shop for the paper and milk. He remembered looking at the papers after the incident. It took weeks before the papers had stopped going on about it, but when they did stop, it was quite abrupt. Sherlock knew that the papers would have been going on about it, but not for as long as he did. He saw the front of the paper, looking to see yet another story about some celebrity having an affair with another. Back to the same old. He wanted to leave the shop as soon as possible and just get back to the flat, get back to John again. It didn't matter how strangely the man was acting, he still wanted to be near him. Sherlock quickly paid for the items and left.

John really didn't have a lot he could do. He knew Sherlock wouldn't be long and it was pointless just flicking through the paper again. He decided it would be best if he had a shower, while Sherlock was somewhere else. John had just come out of the bathroom as Sherlock stepped through the door. He watched as Sherlock placed the paper on the table and the milk in the fridge. It was still a strange sight to John, when he saw the fridge was actually full without the odd bag of fingers or head in the fridge. Sherlock then reached into his pocket, grabbing the change and placing it next to the paper. John briefly rubbed his head with the towel as Sherlock sat at the table again. It was still awkward for John to think of anything to say. After yesterday, he was still in shock. He looked at the bruise now on Sherlock's cheek. He remembered the last time Sherlock had asked him to punch him, just before meeting The Woman. He couldn't help but giggle slightly at the thought. I always here punch me in the face when you're talking. It made John grin even more. He saw Sherlock give him a strange look from where he was sitting at the table.

"What are you grinning about?"

"I was just thinking about the last time I got to punch you. Just before we met The Woman."

"It still satisfies you so much?"

"Well, yes."

John had to try so hard to hold back the laughter. It didn't seem Sherlock was so impressed. John tried to stop laughing before clearing his throat. He took a seat at the table opposite Sherlock again. He reached over to grab the paper. As John was reaching across, he felt a hand grasp his wrist tightly. He looked at the hand holding his wrist before looking at Sherlock. He saw Sherlock was staring right at John. He couldn't help but notice just how cold Sherlock's eyes looked. Sherlock looked away before letting go of John's hand and folding his arms, almost hugging himself. John didn't move for a second or two, just stayed in the same position. He moved his hand back to resting on the table in front of himself. He just watched Sherlock as he continued starting at the same bit of the table.

"Sherlock. What was… What was that about?"

Sherlock didn't reply. He just continued staring at that same spot. John really wasn't sure just what he was up to. He couldn't really tell just what Sherlock was thinking about. He knew they should be talking about something, but he just didn't know what yet. He didn't want to just go back to how they were before. It would still be a bit too weird. This morning proved just that.

"Sherlock, if you want to talk about anything just… say so."

"I don't know what to talk about though."

"Anything, even about the weather."

"Well, it might rain later. I would say there is a high chance of rain later actually."

John just stared at Sherlock with a raised eyebrow. He knew he mentioned talking about the weather, but he didn't actually think Sherlock would actually talk about the weather.

Sherlock looked up at John, before saying, "Well, there was one thing I wanted to ask you about."

"Oh?"

"Where's Mrs Hudson? I would have thought that after yesterday she would have been up to investigate."

"She went to visit her sister. She won't be back for another couple of days. It's one less person to worry about at the moment though, right?"

Sherlock just nodded and went back to staring at the spot on the table. It made John think about how they were going to go about letting everyone else know. Mind you, it might not be such a bad idea about Donovan and Anderson knowing until later. They didn't exactly help the situation before the incident.

"Have you thought about how we're going to let Lestrade know? He of all people should know, I think."

Sherlock just shrugged his shoulders, almost like he was sulking. He noticed Sherlock went back to hugging himself. Perhaps things were going back to normal, Sherlock closing up on himself, not saying anything. John knew he wanted things to go back to normal, but he was hoping this part of Sherlock would stop. John sighed before getting up from the chair. He walked over to Sherlock, placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly.

"Just, give it a thought."

With that, John walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room.

Sherlock watched John as he left the kitchen, walking up stairs to his room. Sherlock sat back in his seat and sighed. He was bored. Already. Perhaps paying a visit to Lestrade will mix things up a bit. As John said, he needed to tell him. Just, how was he going to do it though? There's always just sitting in his office when he's out, flicking through files and waiting for Lestrade to return. Or he could just walk into Lestrade's office and spring it upon him like, 'surprise, I'm not dead!' and walk out again. Perhaps he would save that one for Donovan and Anderson. The looks on their faces would be priceless. Might as well just go to the station anyway, he would need something to do this week. With that, Sherlock left his seat, grabbed his coat and scarf and left the flat. As soon as he closed the door behind him, he waved down a taxi, getting inside once it had pulled up.

Sherlock knew it wasn't going to take too long. He pulled his phone from his pocket to text Mycroft. He knew Mycroft of all people would know what Greg was doing right at this moment.

Mycroft, what is Greg doing right now? Is he out of his office? SH

It wasn't long before Sherlock received a reply back.

Yes, he's here with me. Why do you want to know? MH

Sherlock just smirked at the reply from his brother. He needed Greg to return to his office though. His plan wasn't going to work if he was spending the day with Mycroft.

I need you to get Greg to go back to his office. Don't ask why, he'll probably explain when he gets back home anyway. SH

Sherlock slipped the phone back into his pocket as the taxi pulled up outside. He quickly left the cab, payed the driver and walked into the building. He was expecting all the different looks from people as he walked to Lestrade's office. Of course, people thought he was dead before and here he was, just walking through like nothing had happened. Luckily, Donovan or Anderson were not around to see him before he could pull the surprise on them. Sherlock pulled out the key he had to Lestrade's office and opened the door. (He stole the key one day when Greg was being just that little bit more stupid than ordinary, so Sherlock took it upon himself to teach him a lesson.) Quickly closing the door behind him, Sherlock sat in Greg's chair and started rummaging through files. He looked at his watch seeing that it wouldn't be too long before he turned up. Flicking through the files, there wasn't anything that took Sherlock's eye. They all seemed mundane and too simple. There was only one file left at the bottom of the draw. Sherlock picked up the file. It looked like it had been there a while. He looked through the file carefully. It didn't take too long for Sherlock to figure it all out though. As Sherlock had finished, Greg walked through the door. Sherlock couldn't help but smirk a little before looking at Greg and saying, "You know it was the wife right? But she's started a new family in Arizona. A bit too late to go and find her now I would say."

Greg just stared at Sherlock dumbfounded, mouth open making incoherent noises. Sherlock did nothing but sit back in the chair still staring at Greg with the slight smirk still on his face. He knew Greg would be surprised, or it could have been the total opposite with Mycroft opening his mouth and telling him.

"Okay. I see there isn't going to be much talking. I think i'll take my leave and go and tell Donovan and Anderson next. Can't wait to see their reactions."

Sherlock got up from the chair and walked out of Greg's office. He couldn't help but smile more after Greg's reaction. He really thought Mycroft would have told him. Especially after they moved in together. He quickly found where Donovan and Anderson were working, grinned and said, "surprise, I'm not dead!"

Quickly turning on his heels, Sherlock walked out of the building to get into another taxi to go back home. As Sherlock was sitting in the taxi, he could already see the text he would receive from Mycroft. Sherlock pulled out his phone again. He found multiple texts all from the same person. John. He unlocked his phone to start reading the texts.

Sherlock, where have you gone?

Sherlock, answer your damn phone!

I don't know why you bother having a phone if you're NEVER GOING TO ASNWER IT.

Answer your phone.

God dammit Sherlock, WHERE ARE YOU? Also, ANSWER YOUR PHONE.

I'm not going to ask again, WHERE ARE YOU?

SHERLOCK!

I give up…

Sherlock, please… just please… come home, I beg you. Please.

He looked at the time on his phone. He was only gone for 20 minutes and John had started worrying. He slipped the phone back into his pocket. Sherlock left the cab and payed the driver as quickly as possible. Sherlock tried to get up the stairs back to their flat as quickly as he could. He really didn't mean to make John worry, it was the last thing he wanted to do, especially after all the pain he had caused John beforehand. He opened the door to see John sitting on the sofa. He looked at John and saw just how worried he looked. The worry soon turned to anger though.

"Where the HELL have you been? I've sent you so many texts! One minute you're sitting in the kitchen, then the next minute you're just gone!"

"I'm sorry, John. I wanted to go and tell Lestrade. Also to see if there were any cases we could take."

Sherlock watched John as he got up off the sofa and walked over to him. John slowly wrapped his arms around Sherlock, lightly hugging him.

"It's okay, Sherlock. Just… I would like to know where you're going before you just run off somewhere."

Sherlock wrapped his arms around John's shoulders, pulling him closer. As he did this, he felt John's grip around him tighten. Sherlock rested his head on John's, while slowly rubbing his thumb up and down on John's shoulder. It made him realised that perhaps he still didn't fully understand just how much he had hurt John when he disappeared