Going back to the Start

Sherlock and I have gotten on since then. He's been keeping himself busy with his new identity. Molly emails every once in a while just to keep us up to date about the situation in the UK. Molly also reports about John to Sherlock. I constantly feel guilty about pulling the wool over John's eyes. But I have to admit living with Sherlock has been quite the ride. The cases and he amount of trust built between us. I can only describe it as something out of fiction.

As I was waiting and drinking my coffee, Sherlock walked up to me with a piece of paper. He took a seat and looked at me with a burning stare. He coolly states "We've been figured out."

I furrowed my brows together and surprised by his words ask "What are you talking about?"

Sherlock replies "The note. Read it. It's signed SM."

I grabbed the note and say "This is a problem, a very big problem."

Sherlock asks "Ready?"

I replied "Aren't we suppose to trace the note or something along those lines?"

Sherlock glared at me and commented "Already did that. You're slipping behind."

I rebutted "It's from London. We're flying back. Sherlock is coming back from the grave."

Sherlock got up and was grinning like an idiot. "Come on Raven. The game is on."

I was left behind just like that. I can't help but feel excited for the change. Sherlock Holmes was Returning. The Sun would probably have a headline saying 'Sherlock Holmes the New Jesus Christ.' But this change will be one hell of a shock to a Dr. John Hamish Watson. I also know that as soon as John recovers from that shock, I'll end up in handcuffs.

I took one last sip of my coffee and then ran after Sherlock. Because I know this is only the tip of the iceberg.