"But... What?.. Wait... No... You're dead..."

Sherlock chuckled. He was finding people's reactions quite amusing.

"I'm not a ghost. Boo." he said walking past him looking at the file on his desk. Lestrade looked at Marie. She laughed at him.

"It's really him. He never died." she said with a smile on her face.

"But that's impossible..." he said.

"No, just improbable." he looked back up from the file and at the DI. "This one's easy, it was the wife."

"Told you..." Marie said as Lestrade rolled his eyes.

Donovan walked into the office with her nose in a file. "Sir we have to do the paperwork on this case..." she looked up and her face turned white. Her eyes widened and she dropped the file on the floor. She pointed at him with a shaking finger. "No no no no! You died!" she shouted.

Sherlock smirked. "Boo." he said and she ran out the office.

Lestrade laughed. "Right now I believe it." he frowned and looked at him. "How did you do it?"

Sherlock sighed and rolled his eyes. "Marie, you explain it." he was getting bored of repeating himself.

"Fine..."

After a while, Lestrade looked at him and a large grin appeared on his face. "Way to go out in style!" he said and laughed.

Donovan and Anderson walked in hesitantly.

"Oh my god..." said Anderson when he saw the tall man standing there.

"Yes well done Anderson. I'm not dead." Sherlock rolled his eyes and turned to

Marie. "What an idiot." she laughed.

"Why are you here freak?" said Donovan in what she thought was a confident, cold tone, but she just sounded like a scared little girl.

"Because I'm bored." he said and turned to Lestrade. "Any cases?"

"None at the moment no." he replied. He turned to Marie. "However on a different note," he glanced at Sherlock. "There is a job going here in our department. I know you don't have any qualifications but you've certainly had enough experience." he smirked. He could see the smile getting bigger and bigger on her face. "If you want it, it's yours." he said.

"Yes!" She shouted and hugged the DI tightly. She looked at Sherlock, rolling his eyes at the scene. Donovan and Anderson were giving her evils. She knew they didn't like her; she reminded them too much of Sherlock. She let go of Lestrade.

"On one condition." she said to him.

"What's that?"

"That I can go off with Sherlock rather than you lot."

"I don't think-"

"You don't think it's a good idea? No I thought you wouldn't so I'll have to decline-" She turned to Sherlock and headed towards the door.

"Wait..." he sighed, knowing she's too valuable to loose. "Fine... you can go with him when necessary."

She smiled at him. "Nice." she said and left with Sherlock close behind her.

He looked at her with a mocking smile on his face.

"Shut up." she said with a smirk.

"Technically I didn't say anything..."

"Shut up." she said again and laughed.

They walked onto the street and got a cab back to 221B.

"Dad?" she called up the stairs when they returned.

"I'm in the kitchen." he called back.

She ran into the kitchen. "Lestrade offered me a job!"

John looked up from the cup of tea he was making. "Really? That's fantastic!"

"And I get to solve cases with you guys rather than them if I want to."

He chuckled. "I'd like to see them try and stop you." he took a sip of his tea.

"What did you do with the blood?" Sherlock said, looking at the mug in John's hands.

"What?" said John looking at the mug then back at the man in front of him. Sherlock waltzed past him and looked in the cupboard. He looked back at the mug.

"You may not want to drink that..." he said walking into the lounge.

"Sherlock, what have you done?"

"I may have used that to keep some pigs' blood."

John poured the tea down the sink and threw the mug in the bin. "Sherlock!"

"What? It's not my fault."

John frowned at him and sighed. "I'm going to go brush my teeth..."

Marie laughed.

She looked at the man who had picked up his violin.

"Hello, old friend." she heard him say quietly. She smiled as he began to play.

John came back and sat with his daughter on the sofa.

They listened to him play until Sherlock's phone went off. He took it out his pocket and smiled.

"Let's go." he said and grabbed his coat and ran out the door.

Marie and John smiled and ran out after him.

This was just the second chapter in their lives together.

She hoped the adventure would go on forever.

The End.