Back at Baker Street. Sherlock climbed the stairs to 221b quickly, needing to get inside. He burst through the door.

"Sherlock! I came to talk to you," John. Good old John. Sherlock knew he couldn't leave him forever.

"I'm sorry, John. I had to do it. You, Mrs Hudson and Gavin were in danger."

"I know. Gavin and Mrs Hudson have forgiven you; I guess I can too," John smiled.

"So… tea?" Sherlock offered.

"Not for me, thanks. I promised Mary that I'd be home soon. I'll come by tomorrow, Sherlock."

"Oh, ok. Meet me at Bart's at nine o'clock. I need a whole cadaver for my latest experiment."

"Meet you there." And with that, John walked out of the room and down the stairs. Sherlock couldn't help but smile. John was back in his life.

…

The morgue was cold as always. John watched Sherlock as he looked into the microscope. "Looks interesting…" John commented.

"It is, actually," Sherlock looked up for a split second at his friend and smiled.

Molly walked into the lab. She noticed Sherlock as quickly as usual. "Oh, hello Sherlock."

"Charming. Ignore me 'cause I'm not Sherlock. Thank you, Molly," John laughed sarcastically. Sherlock shot a glance at John who promptly quieted.

"Hello Molly."

"Do you want something from the cafeteria? I'm going down in a minute…" She asked.

"I'm fine. John, do you want anything?" Sherlock looked up at John.

"Oh. John's here now is he? Where is he, I want to give him a piece of my mind…" She smiled somewhat playfully.

"Molly… John's right here…" Sherlock pointed to his friend.

"Um… I have to go. See you later." She rushed out of the room.

"What was that about?" John asked.

"No idea." Sherlock shrugged, returning to his experiment.

…

Molly dug out her phone as quickly as possible. It was a good thing that John gave her his number for emergencies. The phone rang, but this time it was answered.

"Molly?" The voice at the other end asked.

"Hey, John. I'm really concerned about Sherlock –"

"I don't care…"

"John! Don't hang up!"

A pause at the other end. "… Alright. What's wrong?"

"I was just in the lab with Sherlock. I asked him if he wanted anything. He said no then asked 'John, do you want anything?' I looked around, saw you weren't in the room, so I asked Sherlock where you were, thinking he was in one of his zoned-out moods; but he said that you were next to him and pointed to thin air! I think something's wrong! He was acting off at the last crime scene; he kept muttering things like 'shut up' when no one was talking or even moving… You need to check on him. I don't know what's going on; but I know what he needs, and that's you!"

"Ok. I'll visit him tonight. But I'm not happy about this, Molly. I'm only doing this because I'm a doctor!"

Molly had enough of John's continued disregard for his friend. She couldn't take it anymore. "John Watson, I've had enough of that crap! Sherlock is your friend and you should at least try and forgive him! I know he was away from a long time and that he didn't tell you that he was alive; but you were his only friend and you need to help him and support him now more than ever!"

The other end of the call was silent for a long while. Molly was about to hang up when John decided to answer. "Thank you Molly." He hung up.