I was sitting on the couch in my apartment, staring at the suit lying next to me. I sighed. It was that day. The day of my wedding. It seemed everything was perfect, the sun was shining, I was sure I wanted to marry Mary, Lestrade was my best man… Exactly. Lestrade. Not him. I tried not to remind myself of the only man who I could call my friend. Because he was gone. It's been already 3 years but I still couldn't get over that. I couldn't forgot everything we've been through together. How many times he almost got me killed. But eventually he was the one I credit my life to. I was so alone and I owe him so much. Thanks to him I've started to really live. He wasn't just my flatmate, he wasn't even just my friend... He was someone far more important than that.

I shook my head trying to push off all these feels I didn't want to feel right now. I stood up and picked up the suit. John Watson, you can't still brood about him. Your fiancée is waiting.

"John Hamish Watson,, will you have this woman to be your wife; to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?"

I cleared my throat and smiled.

"I will."

In that moment, I heard ringing. Ringing of many phones in the church. I turned to the people sitting in their pews looking at each other awkwardly. That was weird. Who could text them all? I blinked few times, trying not to jump to conclusions. It was impossible. I turned back to the priest and looked at him pointedly.

"Into this holy union John Hamish Watson and Mary Morstan now come to be joined. If any of you can show just cause why they may not lawfully be married, speak now; or else for ever hold your peace."

He was about to open his mouth to continue but in that moment the church door opened up with a crash and all people including me and Mary looked that way. I froze. I was just standing there staring at the church door with my mouth opened. I heard Lestrade inhaled loudly behind my back.

I couldn't say a word but I didn't have to. The man in a long, black coat was walking – almost running – through the church with a starbucks cup in one hand.

"John! We have a case to solve! This morning I got a message and you won't believe what was it saying, well, maybe you will, because of all the people, he was the only one in the world – besides me of course – able to do something like that. Moriarty is not dead and I need you right now, cause there's million things to do and I can't handle it all alone, I really hope I'm not interrupting. I was texting but nobody responded me."

For a second, just a brief second I was still looking at him. Alive. He was alive. I couldn't believe that and I was both happy and angry with him. But that wasn't a time for that. I looked at him blankly and then at my fiancée who didn't understand anything. I couldn't blame her, I didn't understand anything myself. But the one thing was entirely sure. Sherlock Holmes was alive. And he needed me.

I said nothing, just looked at Mary apologetically, turned and smiled at him. He smiled back and for a brief moment I thought I could see relief in his gaze. But then he turned and started to walk out of the church. I ran to catch him up. We had a crime to solve.