Heyo, chapter 5 up next. Don't own Sherlock. Have any ideas/suggestions? , PM me or leave a review. Thanks for reading so far.

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Artemis jumped out of the car before it had come to a full stop. Not bothering about the fact that she had on an black floor length gown, she marched up the steps in her sliver 3-inch stilettos. Sally Donavon met her at the front enterance and looked at Artemis, like she had grown two heads.

" Um... can I help you?" Sally asked, confused to see a woman wearing a ridiclously expensive evening gown in Scotland yard.

" Yes, I need to speak to Greg..I mean Detective Inspector Lestrade." Artemis said, already impatient.

Sally was too tired at that point, she just waved the younger woman, who looked like she belonged at a red carpet event, instead of a police station, inside and pointed her towards the Detective Inspector's office.

" Can I help you with anything else?" Sally asked, curious about the stranger's familiar mannerisms.

" Yes, make sure no one disturbs us." Artemis said, giving the older woman a bright and fake grin, before shutting the door in her face.

Artemis spun around dramatically, her dress fanning out around her ankles. Lestrade nearly choked on the coffee he was drinking. He managed to hide behind a cough, when she looked at him and immediately started deducing him. She raised an eyebrow at him and offered a smirk.

" Rough day?" she asked, biting her blood-red bottom lip.

" You could say that, what brings you here? John said you went out for the night." Greg said. Artemis tilted her head and gave Greg a ' you-should-explain-what-you-said' look.

" I went to Baker's street eariler and I asked about you, John said you went out." Greg said quickly.

" You asked about me?" Artemis asked, her lip curling into a hint of a smile. Greg's eyes widened as his mouth caught up with his mind.

" Uh...I...um, you know, just wondering." He finished lamely. Artemis had to control her desire to smile, something she hadn't done since she met John and Rosie.

"Right.. I came to talk to you about a case." Artemis said getting back to the reason why she was in Lestrade's office in formal attrie.

" A case ? What case?" Greg asked confused. Artemis just smirked

" You remember James Moriarty, right?" She asked. Lestrade's face hardened

" Bit hard to forget him." he said with a humourless chuckle. Artemis shrugged and said

" Well the person we're about to go against is twice as powerful and thrice as deadly." She said excited. Greg shook his head at her enthusiasm and asked

" And how can I help?" Artemis smile grew even larger, " Your on a year-long leave as of now" She said pausing slightly to send a message. " Come on, grab your coat. That's all you need." she finished standing up and dusting off her long black trench coat.

" Excuse me? What? Where are we going?" Greg asked as he rushed to don his coat. Artemis gave him a breath-taking grin,took his hand and twirled herself.

" We, my dear Lestrade, are finally going to have some fun!" She exclaimed, kissing his cheek, then running out the door.

Greg stood there frozen for a minute, holding his cheek. Before Artemis popped back in

" Hurry up! I'm not getting any younger out here!" she yelled . Both Sally and Anderson gave Lestrade a questioning glance before he shrugged and followed the mad genius out.

John and Sherlock were sitting in the living room of 221b. John was skyping Rosie who was currently visiting Harry, who finally gave up the booze. Sherlock was lying on the sofa, steepling his fingers under his chin.

"Alright Rosie, goodnight be a good girl for your aunt Harry." he said sadly waving the four year old goodbye.

"Bye-bye Daddy, take care of Uncle Sher and Art." Rosie said, laughing when Harry came behind her and scooped her up.

" Relax Johnny, she's safe with me. I promise." Harry said smiling fondly at the little blonde, then she disconnected. John sighed before turning towards his other child.

"Sherlock, what do you want for dinner?" he asked. Sherlock tilted his head up and just sighed. John rolled his eyes before shaking his head in fond exasperation as he stood up and walked towards the sofa.

"This is the part where you use your words." he said repeating the exact same thing he said to Rosie a few weeks ago. Sherlock just glared at him and turned so that his back was facing John.