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After lunch, Mycroft and Greg walked home. They had a nice chat, until Greg stopped it, to ask the question that was in his head the entire time.

"How did you know it?"

"Knew what?"

"That they had a fight."

"Sherlock is not the only person who can make deductions, Greg." Mycroft answered softly, leaning on his umbrella.

There was silent, until Greg spoke again. "Do you know it? I mean, how did he come back?" Greg asked, obviously confused.

"I have some guesses." Mycroft said, not letting Greg see his small smile.

"You helped him, didn't you?" Greg smiled at Mycroft. His brown eyes met Mycroft's soft blue ones. Mycroft smiled and didn't answer Greg's question.

John and Sherlock reached 221b Baker Street. Mrs. Hudson wasn't home yet. They entered their flat, and John stood in front of Sherlock. Their eyes met, and there was a small moment of passion between them. Sherlock leaned forwarded to take the moment and kiss John, but before he could do that, John lifted his hand and slapped Sherlock.

Sherlock made a small step backwards from the power of this slap. He moved his jaw, hand on his cheek. Damn it, he forgot how strong John was.

"What was that for?" he shouted as John went to his room.

"Deduce it yourself!" John shouted back as he went upstairs.

Sherlock sat down on the sofa, trying to think what just happened. He jaw was aching, and his cheek was all red. John was angry. He knew that, but why? He couldn't figure that out. His deduction skills were really bad if he couldn't deduce why John was angry. So he thought that he would just go upstairs and ask him. That was not a good idea at all.

Sherlock knocked on John's door. He didn't answer. Sherlock opened the door slowly.

"Why are you mad at me?" Sherlock asked and stood in the middle of the room.

"Because. Now go away." John answered from the bed, covering himself with the covers.

"But I want to know what's wrong." He said and sat near John. His hand went and stroked John's back slowly.

"You are. You can't just come back without telling me where you were for the last 3 years. Don't try to distract me with your warm hugs, because they don't work. You didn't even ask if I was okay. And the worst of it, you lied to everyone today at the scene. Are you so egoistic that you couldn't say: "Sorry, I can't solve this"? You let me do it for you, and said you knew it all along. And I got zero credit for solving it because of your lies. I am sick of you, Sherlock Holmes. And one more thing-" John never finished his sentence, because Sherlock put his mouth on John's, pulling him into a long, sensual kiss. The kiss was amazing. Sherlock's lips were soft, and John could just keep kissing him forever and ever. He even forgot how mad he was. All of his feelings disappeared in this one, long, sensual, beautiful kiss. Sherlock pulled away for a second. "I'm sorry." He whispered, and kissed John again. Sherlock lips were soft, and John just forgot everything that was on his mind. All that was there now was three simple words- Sherlock bloody Holmes. And just like that, Sherlock stopped the kiss, and left the room. While John just sat on his bed, confused to death, Sherlock went down the stairs, smirking to himself. When he was about to get into the living room, Mrs. Hudson came through the door. "Sherlock?" she gasped in panic. "Hello Mrs. Hudson. Nice to see you. I'll be in the kitchen if you'll need me." Mrs. Hudson's eyes opened wide as she collapsed to the floor. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Sherlock shouted as he ran down the stairs towards Mrs. Hudson. "John! Get down here! Now!" he shouted in frustration. He heard John's steps running down.

"What's wrong?"

"Mrs. Hudson. She just saw me and collapsed or something, I don't know!"

John ran down to Mrs. Hudson and pushed Sherlock away. Sherlock just stood there, looked at John, both terrified and interested, until John shouted at Sherlock. "Sherlock, you bloody idiot! Call an ambulance!"