Sherlock remained secretive about his latest caseload. I thought it was good that he was working with Gregson again and keeping an open line of communication. I didn't mind him seeing Lestrade as long as their interactions were brief and they kept things professional. He was in a better mood when he was consulting, even if it was keeping him quiet.
Rosie played along with her microscope as well, preparing slides and staying busy. I was the only one in the house without something to keep me occupied.
I chatted with Mrs. Hudson, keeping her informed.
"Yeah he's on a big case. He's even consulting his half-brother. Yeah… looks like things are looking up for them," I told her over the phone.
"If only you two were back at Baker Street together. The place is so empty with you gone."
"Once this is all sorted, who knows? I'm not sure this house is all it's cracked up to be. Sherlock's just about as unstable here as he was back in London. He just can't seem to shake his past… If only I could convince him to see a talk therapist. Might do him some good to open up to someone. Here he is, I've got to go. Bye now!" I ended the phone call.
The dogs looked on excitedly as if they were preparing for a hunt. I couldn't help but join them in their excitement at the prospects of going out together.
"I need to see Lestrade; I'll be home late."
"But you're in the middle of a case!" I said, dejectedly.
"And I'm not thinking clearly."
"Are you sure it's nothing I can help you with?"
He grabbed his coat off the hook. He looked at me sullenly.
"You're not behaving like yourself," I warned him. "The Sherlock I know would resist temptation. He'll only lead you astray. You're pointing yourself in the wrong direction."
"I know."