Epilogue
It was a few months later that she contacted them again.
Sherly,
I'm sorry it's been so long. Even with dear Mycroft's help, it hasn't been easy to settle in and pretend I've been there all my life. I presume I'm destined to move around constantly for the rest of my life. It's in the stars, right Sherly? Ah, of course, you express a certain bewilderment as to the purpose of cosmology, do you not? Well let me reassure you dear brother, I don't believe destiny is written in the stars. Although some people do here. Sherlock, I think they have an even lower IQ than the majority of those in America and it pains me. I miss having an intelligent conversation; it's been a few months after all.
Try not to annoy John too much; he's a good friend. Frankly, I believe he's too good for you. Don't make that face Sherly, I'm joking. He's loyal and I'm sure he'll help you in your times of need. So try not to push him away, whatever you may believe about his mental capacities. He has a good heart, and he's strong. Sherlock, what I'm trying to say is, he's one of your only friends and he's not temporary; at least I hope not. Don't be abrasive.
And tell him to not overdose on tea or jam. And that I'll miss him and hope to see him again. Also tell him that I expect him to take care of you when you go on those wild quests of yours to find the most abstract mixture of tobacco ash. But that I don't blame him if he doesn't.
For obvious reasons, I can't tell you where I am, only that I may not be able to contact you for a while. Who knows, maybe one day they'll stop chasing me and I'll be safe in England, by your side. I long for that day.
May we meet again Sherly,
Gabby
Usually, Sherlock only received letters from clients, so smiling at a letter was not normal.
"Who is it?" John asked, sipping his tea as he flicked through the headlines. Apparently, Prince Harry had found a girlfriend (very headline worthy) and a girl had drowned in the Thames.
"It's Gabrielle," Sherlock answered with a smile. John's head snapped up.
"Is she okay?" He asked, anxious. In his mind, the fact that she only contacted them now could only mean she was in trouble. When she had left a few months ago, he knew that he wouldn't probably have the chance to talk to her again.
"Of course she is," Sherlock replied with a scoff, "She's a Holmes. She's independent. Don't worry about her." The former army doctor sighed and drank some more tea.
"What's she saying?" John asked after a few moments.
"That you shouldn't overdose on tea or jam," Sherlock said, looking pointedly at his mug and at the biscuits covered with jam beside it. "And that she'll miss you." John smiled.
"Very Gabby." He simply said. Sherlock smiled, placing the letter beside the skull. Suddenly, his phone rang,
"Lestrade? ... Yes of course it's Sherlock ... We'll be on our way," Sherlock hung up the phone. "Apparently a woman has been found with bizarre red spots all over her body and there seems to be no obvious cause to her death - at least, that's what Lestrade believes."
"Well then, what are we waiting for?" John sighed and put the newspaper aside, gulping down the remains of his tepid tea before putting on his coat.
"Nothing, let's get going," Sherlock said with a smile. He shrugged on his coat and scarf, opening the door for John. Before leaving, Sherlock paused at the door, his smile slipping from his face, "I long for that day too Gabrielle," he whispered before once again, placing that invisible mask upon his face.
A/N: If any of you read John's blog, you might recognise the case at the end, it's the "Speckled Blonde" - I think, or at least I hope, that I mentioned that this was set in ASIB at some point, when Sherlock and John are doing all those cases.
Anyway, I can't believe it's finished! It's been quite a while since I first started. I wanted to say thank you so much for all the support you've given me. All the follows, the favourites and the reviews, they mean the world to me. I know I haven't been great on the update schedule - in fact, I've been pretty crap - but if you're still here that means you stuck by me. A writer is nothing without the reader, so thank you very much!
I've been asked about a sequel and I'm not really sure about that - I haven't got any ideas whatsoever, but I'll definitely think about it! I'd love to experiment with writing Gabby some more so if you liked it, please tell me so that I can consider a sequel.
Also, if you want any sort of small one-shots or anything with Gabby, Sherlock, John or any other characters from Sherlock, you can always PM me a prompt and I'd be happy to write it for you.
Once again, thank you so much for all the support, it really is thanks to you that I managed to finish this x