Authors Note: Sorry for taking sooooo long uploading this new chapter. I had writers block.

Chapter 4: You should see me in a coffee shop

For reasons unknown to the world's greatest detective he was just going for a walk when he ended up outside a brand new coffee shop he'd never heard of. The sweet aroma of coffee and fresh bread hung seductive in the air of the cloudy miserable day. It held a promise of warm heaven and delicious food. So he went in. Well, there was all so the fact he was dying for a cigarette and coffee helped calm the craving for a while.

Purposefully he strode over to the vacant counter ignoring the hipsters whispering to each other and typing frantically on there phones about the fact Sherlock Holmes was in the coffee shop with them. One evening had the balls to take a picture. " One latte please." he said the the man behind the counter with his back to him. "Sure, love" chirped the voice that was faintly familiar. " Take a seat and I'll be over with it in a sec." "Thank you" mumbled Sherlock whose evil older brother had recently complained to their mother that Sherlock had 'no manners'. Consequently Sherlock had to put up with an long lecture on the phone.

Taking a seat near the window Sherlock wondered when his brother would decide who he had to seduce next. Recently Sherlock had missed Redbread alot more then usual and desperately want a new dog. Deep down he knew (although he'd never admit it) that this longing for companionship was due to John's recent marriage that caused the two to have strained contact. Sherlock was so desperate for someone to talk to he'd even resorted to attempting conversation with Mrs Hudson. Attempted. Mainly he'd been help Lestrade with even the simplest of cases. Ones even Scotland yards most dim wited (in Sherlock's opinion) detectives could have solved by himself. It was clear Gregory was only humoring Sherlock for Mycroft's sake. " They make an odd couple" thought Sherlock leaning back in the soft cushioned chair slightly. Due to both the consulting detective powers of deduction and Mycroft's lack of trying to hide it, Sherlock had always known his brother was gay but he'd never imagined him in a relationship. Mycroft Holmes in a relationship! Mycroft who had never had friends. Who'd only ever spoke to his brother unless he didn't have choice was in a relationship with Greg Lestrade. It had recently been in the paper formerly known by Magnussen and now Mycroft was tracking the person who'd sold the story to the paper. He wasn't ashamed of his relationship with Lestrade but he couldn't have the enter country knowing about. They weren't even supposed to know his name!

"Here you go." said the coffeeshop man placing it two cups down on the table." I only ordered one." stated Sherlock flatly. "I know but I thought I'd surprise you." chirped the man so happily you could practically hear the grin in his voice. "What on earth -" Sherlock stopped when he looked up. He was froze in Sherlock. It was...

Suddenly what was plainly a fake fire alarm went off sending the hipsters running. "So...did you miss me?" smiled Mortiaty cheerfully was he sat across from Sherlock.