A/N: Well, it took a few years, but this saga is finally complete! Hope everyone enjoyed. Thanks for all of the favorites and comments!

Kate Watson Lestrade carefully navigated the ballroom full of people, pausing to exchange pleasantries here and there. She reached her husband, standing just off the dance floor, and leaned her head against his shoulder.

Gabriel Lestrade leaned down to greet his wife with a kiss as he slipped an arm around her. "Have I mentioned that you look lovely this evening?"

She chuckled. "You have, but feel free to repeat yourself."

Their daughter, Keira Lestrade Hardwicke, smiled fondly at them as she waltzed with her new husband. Scott turned them in time with the music so that he could see what had captured her attention.

"Think we'll be like that someday?"

"If I didn't think that, I wouldn't have married you," she assured him. "Always hoped I'd find a relationship like Mum and Dad's . . .after so many years together, they can communicate without saying a word. People who aren't around them a lot don't even realize when it's happening."

Scott grinned. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves . . .we've only been married for an hour. Might need time to work up to that."

When the song that was playing ended, the newlyweds left the dance floor to mingle for a while. Every cop who'd been able to take time off from New Scotland Yard was present, as a guest of either the bride, the groom, or both.

Kate was refilling her cup of punch when she saw a familiar looking blur out of the corner of her eye.

"Sherlock, relax," she urged the now-retired consulting detective. "I thought you were getting used to not being constantly on the go."

"He is," John Watson explained, coming up behind his best friend. "He's just annoyed because none of the police want to talk about their cases."

Sherlock huffed. "We're at the wedding of a cop. The bride is the daughter of a retired cop and a crime reporter. Why would such conversation be out of place?"

Kate stifled a laugh. "The focus isn't supposed to be on work. Besides, I thought you were retired."

"I'm not above offering my services on occasion. I figured they'd be jumping at the chance to have my help."

"Ssshhh," John hissed. "Scott and Keira are heading this way. Be nice, Sherlock."

The former doctor stepped up to greet his young cousin with a kiss on the cheek. "Beautiful ceremony, Keira. Congratulations to both of you."

"We're glad you could make it," Keira smiled. "How's retirement?"

"Not as dull as I once feared," Sherlock admitted. He launched into a detailed anecdote about his bees, and Kate slipped away.

She found Gabriel surrounded by former colleagues, reminiscing about their years of working together. She sat down in an empty chair, content to listen.

None of them noticed Sherlock approaching until he interrupted Sally Donovan in mid-sentence.

"That's not quite how I recall that case going, Donovan."

Before she could reply, Dimmock jumped in. "Did John write that one up on the blog?"

"I did, yeah," John nodded.

Dimmock pulled out his phone. "Well, let's see what it says."

Kate laughed. Modern technology certainly had its uses! Over the last few years, she'd noticed her books selling more electronic copies than paper ones. Just another sign of the times, she supposed.

Gabriel caught her eye. His gaze drifted towards the dance floor and he raised a questioning eyebrow. Kate nodded and took the hand he offered.

"It's nice to know some things don't change," he commented as he pulled her into his arms.

She leaned up for a kiss. "And the ones that do tend to be changes for the better."