KNOCK KNOCK

"Oh Molly dear, it's you. She said you'd be next. Come in out of the cold dear! You're shaking!"

"Thank you Mrs Hudson…where's Mary?"

"With your sister, she took her out but wouldn't say why, just that she'll be about an hour and a half, oh wait! About an hour now! She said that should be enough time. Do you know what she meant? Time for what?!"

"I, umm…"

"Oh sorry dear! I'll let you get in the door first, we've all got questions. Can I get you a drink? A cup of tea or anything?"

"You don't have anything stronger do you?"

"How about an Irish coffee? Get your blood pumping and stop you getting a chill."

"That would be lovely, thank you."

"I'll bring it up in a second, the boys are upstairs." Mrs Hudson wandered back into her flat leaving Molly by the door. Upstairs? Boys? Curious, she shed her things onto a coat peg in the hall and made her up to Flat B. Pushing open the door open, Lestrade and Mycroft instantly stood to greet her.

"Greg? Mycroft…did you?..."

"No, I did not know. I believe today is a surprise to everyone…" Greg stepped forward to hug Molly.

"Molly, hi….are you ok? You're white as a sheet. Do you know what's going on? I thought John was with you?"

"No, ummm…he's not with me…"

"Here you go, love. Warm yourself up." Mrs Hudson handed her a mug and ushered her over nearer to the fire to sit in John's seat. Lestrade leant onto the arm of the chair watching over her protectively, with a worried look on his face.

"Umm…yeah, thank you, they were in the cab just behind me…won't be long…"

"Who will be along, love?"

"Why would you take separate cabs?"

"Anthea…she said…"Molly stopped to take a sip.

"She said we should travel like we did in the good old days." John Watson stood in the doorway.

"Oh! John you frightened the life out of me! How'd you get in?" Mrs Hudson held her hand to her chest in the momentary shock, completely unaware how it was about to worsen…

"Because apparently an old lodger never handed back his key." John stepped aside pushing the door open further.

She let out a slight shriek in shock and Lestrade stood and held his arms out in support while maintaining a wide eyed look of astonishment across his face. Mycroft's breathing became sharp and rapid, which he quickly corrected.

With his hand raised rubbing his cheek lightly, Sherlock Holmes entered 221B Baker Street for the first time in 5 years.