I walked back to Sherlock's room and closed the door. My bag was on the bed. I opened it and pulled out my pajamas and changed into them. I looked around his room. It looked like someone was in to clean recently. A few boxes were piled up against one of the walls and looked like fresh blankets on the bed. No signs that the room had been empty for the last few months. I pulled back the overs and crawled under. His bed was quite comfy and I nestled down into the pillow, closing my eyes and falling asleep.

The bed moving and someone wrapping an arm around my waist woke me up. I turned my head and cracked an eye to see Sherlock watching me. "Hi…"

"Sorry. I'm always waking you up aren't I?"

"It's fine. Certain things wake me up quicker than others. You just happen to be one of them," I yawned turning into him and snuggling into his chest. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in. "So everyone was shocked you told me you were leaving."

"They would be, yes."

"Thank you for telling me."

"Don't expect it all the time."

"I won't," I sighed, content to be held. "What were you doing with Lestrade?"

"Going over some of Moriarty's files after the fall to see if there's anything to link Moran to and to try and catch him before he does something."

"Find anything?"

He huffed, "Not yet. I'm working on it. Should be doing that now, but I couldn't think without something and I have no nicotine patches to help me think. So I have decided you will be my new nicotine patch."

"Gee thanks," I chuckled. "How am I supposed to do that then?" He leaned down and kissed me deeply. He moved to kiss my jaw and down to my collarbone. "Mr. Holmes, are you trying to use me to your advantage?"

"Like you care," he chuckled moving back to my lips.

"I might," I said into his lips as he continued to kiss me.

"Well then, your body is betraying you."

"I will have to have a discussion with it later then won't I?" I giggled.

"Don't you dare. I like watching your reactions," he said into my ear, his breath causing a chill to run up my spine. "Like that one for instance."

"You sir, are very frustrating."

"How so?" he chuckled.

I reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt. He tensed for a minute until I tugged him in for a quick kiss before pushing him onto his back and crawling on top of him. His eyes widened slightly at my boldness. I ran my hands up his stomach and chest and leaned down to kiss him again, grinding my hips into him and causing what I knew to be an involuntary groan to escape his throat.

"Charlotte…"

"Hm?"

"Now who's being frustrating?" he breathed.

"Not very nice is it?" I giggled kissing his jaw line.

"Not particularly," he sat up, me straddling him. Next thing I knew, my shirt was ripped off over my head and I was laying on my back. Sherlock propped over me and leaning in to kiss me as he hitched one of my legs up onto his hip.

"You just have to have the last word don't you?"

"It's my nature," was his reply before kissing me again.

A quiet knocking the next morning and the door opening caused me to stir. I lifted my head and cracked an eye to see John poke his head in, gape in shock, and then hastily shut the door. I shook my head and unwrapped myself from the gangly form that was sleeping peacefully beside me. I grabbed my clothes off the floor and pulled them on, grabbing my night coat from my bag and throwing that on. I walked out to the kitchen where John was leaning against the sink looking out the window.

"Morning," I yawned.

"Um hi, morning," he stammered, face turning red.

"Coffee?"

"Uh yea, yea here," he went into the fridge and pulled out coffee grinds and handed me the package. "Oh um, Mary texted me. George was looking for you and you weren't answering your phone so he called her."

"Is that why you were coming in to wake me up?" I smirked. He stammered at me some more. "It's fine."

"Um did you…?"

"What do you think John?" I chuckled at his awkwardness.

"I think the world may be about to end," he said, a shocked look on his face. We heard Sherlock's door open again and both turned to look. "Oh dear God, I did not miss that…"

"Miss what?" I chuckled as Sherlock walked out wrapped in one of his bed sheets. He walked up to me and encircled me in his sheet and kissed me.

"Are you doing this to get some kind of reaction from me?" John asked glared at him. Sherlock ignored him.

"Why is it I wake up and you're gone?" John continued to gape at us from the sink.

"John woke me up." He turned and glared at John.

"Really, I did not miss you coming out in just a sheet in the morning," John said shaking his head. Sherlock rolled his eyes and let go of me, stomping back to his room and closing the door. He gave me a questioning look.

"Don't even," I said shaking my head, smirking. "If you must… will definitely need some work."

"Ok, really don't want to know."

"Then why were you giving me that look?" I smirked. "So the sheet. Did that often?"

"Every morning, that was him. He had me webcam him at a crime scene once and then showed up at Buckingham Palace in that exact same sheet."

"Buckingham Palace, really?" I chuckled.

"Yes, Mycroft had a case of upmost importance he was trying to weasel me into doing and what better way to annoy him," Sherlock replied reappearing now dressed in his pajamas and a blue night coat.

"You're horrible," I laughed.

"You ended up taking it anyway though didn't you," John said. "That was the case with the Woman wasn't it?"

"Besides the point," he said walking over and pulling me into his arms again.

"Ok, this is hard to get used to. Just throwing that out there," John chuckled uncomfortably, taking the coffee from me and set up the coffee pot. "There, that's all set. I have to get to work."

"Oh great, you're investigating already," Sherlock said.

"No," John snapped. "I had to go get a real job so that I could stay living here in the flat. I'll be home for dinner. Charlie, don't forget to get ahold of George, otherwise Mary will beat me up."

"Will do. Thanks John," I said as he grabbed his jacket and slipped it on and walked down the steps. "Breakfast?"

"Not hungry," Sherlock replied.

"Ok," I said, walking out of his arms and into the bedroom to grab my phone. I did indeed have a few missed messages. I scrolled through them quick and called George.

"There you are," he said as way of greeting when he picked up the other line.

"I'm told you've been trying to reach me. What's up?"

"I have the insurance information for the pub. If you're calling I need to drop them off, but when I stopped by your place you weren't there."

"That's because I'm not," I chuckled walking back out in the kitchen where Sherlock was making us both coffee. "I'm at Sherlock's flat, 221B Baker St."

"Ok, I'll swing by and drop them off if that's ok."

"Fine with me. I can call while you're still here then. It'd be great to get the pub back up and going as quick as possible."

"I know what you mean. Alright hon, I'll see you in a bit," George said before hanging up.

Sherlock asked handing me a mug, "He has the insurance information for the pub"

"I have to call and see what they can do about getting the pub up and going again," I nodded running a hand through my hair.

"Ah."

"Any plans today?" I asked.

"None yet," he replied. "I might see if I can annoy Mycroft. And there's the paperwork Lestrade gave me last night I have to go over to locate Moran."

"Mmm," I answered watching him over the mug as he walked out to his living room. I followed him and leaned in the archway. "Did you ever think that if maybe you leave him alone he won't bother anyone?"

He glared at me from the chair at their desk pulling a folder over and opening it, "Charlotte, did you read any of the articles in the paper about the whole me and Moriarty ordeal?"

"To be honest, no," I said smiling at him. "I let my sister and Mary tell me what was going on in the world. The news really couldn't bore me more half the time."

"You're a business owner and you don't keep track of the news?" I smiled sweetly at him as I sat down on their couch and put my feet up on the coffee table. He shook his head at me in disbelief. "Moriarty was what you call a consulting criminal. People went to him when they wanted their problems fixed from the wrong side of the law. People got hurt and even died through some of those requests. If Moran has indeed taken over Moriarty's criminal web, then there are still lives at stake."

"Sherlock, you can't save everyone or stop them all for that matter."

"I've already taken out about a quarter of the web. If I could locate Moran, I could get the names and information I need to bring the whole thing down," he said piling papers into piles.

"Shouldn't you let the police or government handle it?"

"Those idiots? No."

"But then you wouldn't have to be worrying about everyone else either."

"I'll get called in on it anyway," Sherlock scoffed. "The police lack the brainwork and my brother lacks the people willing do what needs to be done. They'd both be calling me in on the case to help."

"If you say so," I chuckled taking a swig of coffee. I saw on the couch for a little, watching him as I sipped my coffee. He was definitely one of those that absorbed themselves into his work. I ran my hand through my hair and realized how greasy it felt, at least to me. I stood up from the couch and walked past Sherlock to go back to his room where the bathroom was.

"Where are you going?"

"To shower," I said pausing in the arch between the kitchen and living room to look at him over my shoulder.

"Why?"

I turned, leaning on the frame with a hand on my hip, "Because my hair feels gross."

"It looks fine."

"Well I want a shower anyway," I replied with a smirk. "Is that alright?"

"I suppose," he said making a face.

"Will you listen for George? He should be coming soon."

"Only if you leave me your phone," he said holding out a hand. I rolled my eyes slipping my phone out of my robe and walking over to hand it to him.

"When are you getting your own?" I asked. "Not that I mind, just curious."

"As soon as Mycroft gets rid of my death certificate and I have valid ID again," he huffed. I put my phone in his hand and turned to walk away. He grabbed my wrist with his other hand and pulled me down into his lap. He kissed me swiftly before letting me go. I stayed where I was though, slightly shocked by his action. "You can go now."

I rolled my eyes and smiling to myself got up off his lap. "Glad I have your majesty's permission."

He glared at me before going back to his papers.