When John came home that day he found Hanna to be in much higher spirits. He noticed the letter still sat, unopened, on the table besides her chair but waved it off. She would read the letter when she was ready to read it. Right now he was just glade that she was up and moving, that she showered and had done the dishes like she'd always done.
"Hanna I'm back" he called over the very loud music she was dancing too. "Hanna? Can you hear me?"
"Of course I can!" she laughed leaning around the corner. "I hear very well, Watson, even with the music this loud"
"Oh well can you turn it down please?" he asked. "Mrs. Hudson says she can't hear herself think and the neighbors will start to complain."
"Oh party pooper" she rolled her eyes before disappearing into the kitchen. He sighed in relief as the volume turned down significantly.
"Thank you" he said taking off his coat and turning to Molly who stood in the entry way. "I'll take your coat"
"Thank you John" she smiled shrugging out of it and handing it to him.
"Is that my sister I hear?" Hanna asked coming around the corner. "Come to check in on me?"
"Just looking out for my baby sister" Molly smiled before walking over to embrace Hanna. "How are you?"
"I'm fine" Hanna smiled. "I'm sure John told you about this morning but really I'm fine."
"He said the initials were D.C." Molly said wearily. "Are you sure you're ok?"
"I'm fine" Hanna smiled. "I thought about it while everyone was gone today and its ok. Trust me"
"I trust you" Molly said. "I do not trust him"
"That makes two of us" Hanna laughed.
"Three actually" John said. "And I don't even know this bloke"
"Well" Molly said taking a step towards him. "I hope you never have to meet him"
"Are you staying for Dinner?" Hanna asked. "Because I could use your help in the kitchen"
"That was the plan" Molly said. "I believe Lestrade will be over later too"
"Inspector incompetent?" Hanna asked. "Well who invited him?"
"I did" Molly said with a disapproving frown. "Hanna you really must learn to let go of your anger, it's not becoming"
"Whatever" Hanna waved off her sister and reentered the kitchen.
John looked between Hanna and Molly, thinking he should probably say something, maybe defend Lestrade? But then Hanna will be annoyed with him and that he had to live with her. So defend Hanna's anger? Molly would have none of that, he could tell, and he owed her his job! He couldn't do that to her. "Shall I go get Mrs. Hudson? I know she loves a good party"
"Deciding not to take sides then, eh john?" Hanna called from the kitchen with a knowing smirk on her face. "Good choice"
Molly rolled her eyes, "ignore my little sister; she likes to show off how smart she is. Now go get Mrs. Hudson" John did as he was told, returning just as Lestrade was walking in the door. The group talked and laughed. Lestrade and John sat in the living room talking while the women cooked. Hanna made jokes about how a blind woman was more useful in the kitchen than those two. Mrs. Hudson told them stories from her youth and John spoke of his failed attempts to keep a girl for a longer than a few weeks. That's when it happened.
The front door opened; but no one heard it except for Hanna who went very still. When she heard the footsteps she grabbed onto Johns arm, squeezing him almost painfully. "Hanna what is it?" he asked. The others heard his concerned tone and all quieted down. Look from one another to Hanna and then back again. What was wrong?
"Don't you hear it?" she whispered turning toward john.
"Hear what?" he asked and the room got quieter; everyone listening now, for whatever was scaring her.
"Someone is here" she whispered and they all turned to look towards the hall. Only they didn't have to look that far because standing in the entry way was none other than Sherlock Holmes, back from the dead.
"What?" he asked seeing their stairs. "Am I not invited to the party?"
