"Emily dear, there's another postcard for you." Mrs Hudson called as she all but flew through the door into the living room.
"Who from?" The girl spoke around a mouthful of toast. Receiving a tut from the older woman.
"Sherlock, by any chance Mrs H?" John questioned, taking a sip of his coffee as he leaned against the doorway to the kitchen.
"I don't know, I haven't read it." She replied, taking a seat next to Emily. "Well go on love, give it a read." She giggled, her arm outstretched to Emily so she could take it for herself.
Emily, who wanted nothing more than to eat her toast in peace, couldn't help but sigh. It had only been a matter of days since Sherlock had left in the taxi, yet already no less than seven postcards had arrived. One had turned up with the morning post the first day without the Detective. Another two had arrived at work. Mrs Hudson had rushed to meet her upon arriving home that day to inform her she had had to sign for a special delivery, only to find it was just another postcard.
Yesterday had been the same.
Emily could only wonder just how many the Consulting Detective had actually bought and just how long after his return would she be receiving them.
"Why can't John read it?"
"It's not addressed to John. It's addressed toy you." Mrs Hudson all but snatched the plate of toast from the young woman's grip. Swapping it instead for the postcard.
With another sigh, Emily began to read the words out loud. Not even bothering to look at the picture on the front.
"Emily - "
"He says the case is going well. And that he's bought you a present.
"I thought you hadn't read it Mrs Hudson?" John questioned.
"I glanced at it John, there's nothing wrong with glancing."
Emily took a breath and tried again. "I'll - "
"He says he's almost finished what he needs to do, then he'll be back before we know it."
With a smirk, John looked over at his flatmate. "Anything else on there Em?" He questioned. The smirk only grew at the disbelieving look on her face
"No, that's it."
"Aww, how lovely of Sherlock." Their landlady took the postcard from her and gave her back the plate of toast. She moved into the kitchen to add it to the collection on the fridge. "How many has he sent to you John?"
"Approximately none." He replied before entering the kitchen and admiring the almost covered fridge. Emily rolled her eyes at his amusement.
She thought she would be in a better mood what with the whole nights sleep she had got for the past two nights in a row. But something was bothering her. Something that, at the moment, was only small. But she knew that with time, she knew it would grow. She had no doubt about that. What it was though, she couldn't tell just yet.
Her friend amusement didn't help in the slightest.
Her mood did not lighten upon arriving at work.
She'd only been there an hour and already she had had to encounters with Mr Roid. The first of which had included him attempting to wipe toast crumbs from her chest.
She had not even spared the man that had been with him a glance as, with a furiously blushing face, she had glared at her boss with all the hatred she could muster.
It must have worked. He had stuttered to a stop, quickly dropping his hand back to his side and said something about continuing to show the new chap around.
The second time had been him barging into her office with her post and fresh paperwork.
Attempting to not even look at the man, she had continued on with her work, not daring to even blink. Instead she had stated in as few words as possible, that he should put everything of hers on the desk and leave.
What had happened instead was the man hovering by her chair, carefully placing the papers next to her on the desk.
A moment passed. The only noise was Emily tapping away on her keyboard.
He made no attempt to leave and Emily was on the verge of snapping when he finally opened his mouth to speak.
He had no chance however as Molly popped her head around the door in order to give some excuse as to why she needed his help with something.
Emily briefly made eye contact with her, knowing Molly didn't actually need him. But just wanted to help out.
As Roid had finally left, Emily had mouthed a quick 'thank you' to her, only receiving a sweet smile in return.
It hadn't taken her long to finish filling in the necessary paperwork for the new guy who would be starting soon and for the first time since seeing Molly's smile she looked away from the screen and cast her gaze to the post and paperwork pile.
She sighed. She would be sure never to tell her flatmate ( unless it was John) to send her a postcard ever again.
Sat on top of the pile, were three new postcards.
Before she could reach for them however, her tummy rumbled in hunger. The postcards could wait until after food.
Belly full but with a chocolate bar and packet of wotsits in one hand and a fresh cup of tea in the other, Emily took a seat back in her chair and blindly reached for the postcards.
She turned them over to read the words. She could look at the pictures when Mrs Hudson had finished plastering then on the remaining space of the fridge door.
They all read pretty much the same things. How the case was going. How he'd be home soon. The third one even stated that he was looking forward to coming home to annoy her and John.
It wasn't until she put that one down however, did she realise that there was a fourth card in her hands.
In this card there was only four words: 'Do you miss me?'
Something was off about this one.
Not only was it not signed off with the detectives usual initials.
There was in fact, no signature at all. No initials. No name. Nothing.
The writing did not even look the same.
She turned it over to look at the picture. Her confusion only grew.
Instead of there being a photo of something from a country she had never visited, there was a picture of Big Ben on a beautiful summers day.
Surely this had been delivered to the wrong person?
But upon looking to the address section, she realised there was no address written.
This had been hand delivered to her while she had been out to lunch.
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