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"Sh- sherlock? No, it can't be. I'm hallucinating, I have to be, your dead, I know you are-"

"John."

"I saw you jump, and fall, and you landed, and the blood-"

"John! It's me. I promise." Sherlock said, walking up to the shaking doctor. He grabbed his shoulders and looked straight into John's eyes. "I'm alive."

"But then, this whole time, if you were, why did you, hide? Why did you pretend to be dead, and those things you said, before you fell-"

Sherlock looked down. "I thought if you believed I had lied, you wouldn't have mourned me."

John took a step back, open-mouthed, stunned.

CRACK!

Sherlock reeled back, holding his jaw, staggering from the punch John had just thrown.

"YOU IDIOT! BETTER! HOW THE HELL WAS THAT BETTER?!"

Sherlock groaned, his hand holding the side of his face. "I believe you may have dislocated my jaw."

"Oh get over, it was just a punch. And you deserved it, you bastard. You were alive, this whole year, and NOTHING! You said NOTHING!"

"It was necessary, I had to hide. Moriarty may have been gone, but his web was still intact, and if anyone knew I was alive, they would find out. I had to disassemble them in secret, hidden from everyone. It was the only way.

"Why did you even jump in the first place? And how did Moriarty die? People said he shot himself, but there was no way he would ever-"

"He did."

"What?"

"Moriarty shot himself. There were snipers, targeting you, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade. If I didn't jump, they would shoot you. But Moriarty let slip there was a code that could call them off-"

"Let slip?" John said, incredulously.

"I deduced it, same difference. The point is, he was the only one who had the code. And I as the only one who could force them out of him. So he-"

"Shot himself." John finished, voice barely above a whisper. He stumbled back, leaning against the alley wall.

They stood there in complete silence. John stared at his friend, who he had thought was dead. He felt a whirling of emotions; anger, betrayal, sadness-

And happiness.

John stood up straight, staring at Sherlock. Here he was moping around, when that damn genius was alive! Sure, he had pretended to be dead for a year, and yeah, John was gonna get some revenge later, but for god's sake Sherlock was ALIVE!

"What's the case?"

Sherlock, who had been looking down, arms folded, jerked his head up to stare at John.

"You're not mad?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm furious, but who cares. What's the case?"

Sherlock continued to stare at John, before smirking.

"How do you know there's a case?"

"Because you're showing yourself to me, which means you need my help. The only thing you ever need my help for is a case. Also, you mentioned that mysterious couple, and just happened to turn up right next to a disappearance case to which the police have no leads."

"Good. I see you haven't forgotten everything I've taught you. Well, let's start by going back to Molly's flat, that's where I have all the case info, as well as everything I could find on Mr. Smith and Ms. Oswald."

"Ok, soun- wait, Molly's flat?"

"Well, of course. She's been helping me hide."

John glared at Sherlock. "SHE KNEW!"

"Yes, of course. Her position as a mortician played a key role in faking my death."

"... Anyone else."

"Well, Mycroft."

"You told him, but not me?!"

Sherlock grimaced. "Not by choice. I was forced to due, to the fact he was the only one with resources to track down Moriarty's remaining men that I could trust."

John opened his mouth to reply, but then stopped, sighing. "Just them?"

"Yes, they were all that was required."

John forced himself to bite back the shouted reply that was threatening to burst out.

"Fine. Molly's flat, then?"

Sherlock nodded, before walking towards the street. "Taxi!"

"This is it? This is all you have?" John asked, opening the rather small file Sherlock had placed in front of him, before walking into the kitchen to grab a frozen pack of peas. He walked back in to the room, holding the bag to his jaw.

"Unfortunately, due to the fact that everyone think I'm dead, entering crime scenes is significantly more difficult. Also, there is very little left at the crime scenes. Whoever is committing these crimes is a professional, obviously trained. There is nothing left on the clothing, not even residual skin cells from the person wearing them. They are perfectly clean."

"But, how is that even possible?" John asked, incredulously.

"I don't know. That's what's so frustratingly brilliant about it." Sherlock set down the frozen peas, then got up and began to pace across the room. "Even better, those two you met earlier."

"What, Smith and Oswald? Sure, they seemed a bit eccentric, but-"

Sherlock smirked. "Don't forget, they also mysteriously vanished in a one way street. And that strange noise."

"You mean that wheezing sound? Well, that could be anything. Anyways, they probably went in a side door or something, or maybe even just went down a different alley. For all I know, I could be completely wrong."

Sherlock sat back down next to John, then got up again, running his hands through his messy black curls as he paced some more. Finally he sat back down again.

"But that can't be it. I've done some research on them, there's no trace of any 'John Smith' or Clara Oswald at Scotland Yard, yet they have badges that have fooled every single detective, not to mention you as well."

John frowned. "Well, I'm fairly certain the badge was real-"

Sherlock cut him off. "Why did you say badge, singular."

"Only Smith showed his badge... wait, that can't be right."

"And there you are." Sherlock said with a smile. "Tell me, was there anything else odd, anything at all?"

Rubbed his head, thinking. "No, I don't think so... wait! There was one thing, but it was only for a second, and I doubt it really happened, but-"

"Oh, just spit it out already."

"Well, for a second, when I first looked at the badge, it was, well, blank,"

"Blank?"

"See, I told you it was ridiculous. I looked back less than a second later and it was completely normal, but I thought for that one second... it was just a sheet of paper."

"Then the crazies may be right..." Sherlock muttered, running into the next room.

"What was that?" John called out after him. Sherlock walked back in with his laptop in hand. He placed on the table and opened it up, furiously typing.

"There was more information on Clara Oswald, and even more on John Smith, but I dismissed it."

"Wait, why?"

In response, Sherlock turned the computer towards John.

"Ohh..." Sherlock had pulled up a page titled, The Mysterious Mr. Smith: His real name, the Doctor. Scrolling down, John skimmed over several paragraphs talking about gods and aliens, a blue police box that was apparently a spaceship, and an assortment of women who John stared at for a bit before moving on. He stopped when he got to a paragraph talking about 'psychic paper'. John stared at the picture. It looked exactly like what he had seen earlier. He read further down, skimming through most of the information. When he finished, he turned to Sherlock.

"I don't know, seems pretty far fetched. I mean, really? Aliens? That doesn't seem like something you would pursue."

"Perhaps not, but remember, behind every crazy tale, there is often a thread of truth. If anyone knows about any aliens, or something like it, it would be Mycroft."

"Really? You're just expecting to ask your brother to hand over top secret information?"

Sherlock smirked, pulling the computer towards him. "Of course not. Who said I would ask?" He started typing again. John sighed.

"Sherlock, I don't think hacking into the government is really such a good idea-" John was cut off by the sound of sirens racing past the window. Sherlock's hands froze.

"Do you think it could be another one?" John asked.

"Perhaps. Want to find out?" Sherlock said, getting up.

"Do you really have to ask?"

And with that, the boys left the flat, racing down the steps to the latest crime.

Hey! I hope you liked that! Poor Sherly. I know for a fact that when someone hits you hard in the jaw, it HURTS! Also, I wasn't really planning on pairings and stuff for this, but my friend wants me to put some in, so I guess I might be able to manage that. Review and tell me what you might like to see, though FYI, I don't write Johnlock. I'm sorry, I know a lot of you love it, but I suck at writing it and it's not my personal favorite. Also, no Doctor/John or Sherlock. The only guy I will ever ship with the Doctor is Jack. Sorry.

Also, I want to know what you guys think of this pairing for a plot bunny one shot thing that's been floating around in my head: Jack H./Irene A.

I think it would be epic.

Anyway, that's all for now. It's 11:11 (make a wish!), so I'm gonna head to bed. Gnite!