Sorry for the wait on this one, I've been a little short on time lately. Still, if you are still there enjoy the chapter.

John took a deep breath. He shook his head and slowly breathed out through his mouth. It didn't help, still feeling like the whole world was going to collapse and the peaceful two years he'd had were over. There was another knock on the door, louder than that of two minutes previous. John plastered a fake smile onto his face knowing that he wasn't fooling anybody.

"Hi Greg." John said as normally as he could.

Greg Lestrade was leaning against the wall looking exhausted. He looked up at John.

"You're not fooling anybody."

"I know." John sighed. "You'd better come in then."

John stood aside and Greg walked in.

"Is Hamish safe?"

"Of course. Look, nobody is in danger. I didn't mean to worry you I'm just not sure how to handle this situation."

"Hamish, come say hello to your uncle Greg."

John knew he was calling Hamish over not to confirm to Greg that he was okay but to just delay the inevitable for a few more minutes. Hamish walked calmly in and looked up at Greg.

"Hello."

"Hello little man, how are you?"

"M, okay."

"What have you been up to then?" Greg said bending down to Hamish's level.

"Saw dinosaurs! Sand got new toys."

"That sounds fun who did you go see the dinosaurs with?"

"Unkie John and Shirley."

Greg glanced up at John.

"New girlfriend?" He said smirking. "It's been a while."

John sighed audibly.

"You have no idea."

Greg must have noticed his turn because he stood back up.

"Come on, tell me what's going on then."

"Umm..."

John knew that he could hold it off any longer, it was time to face the music. He just hoped he could save Sherlock from any interviewing or more news stories, the man need time to recover from his experiences, physically as well as mentally.

"Hamish, could you please go fetch your Uncle Sherlock and then go to your room while we talk. If you're good you can have a treat later."

John warily watched Greg as he talked, as he said the name Sherlock he saw his eyes narrow.

"Park?" Hamish asked.

"Yes, Park and ice cream if you stay quiet, you can play with your new Dino toy."

"Okay." Hamish said brightly before running out into the front room.

Greg glanced nervously at John. John had to wonder what it was that was going through his mind at that particular moment. Did he think John was going insane out of grief, it would be a bit late for that but some people hold onto things. Perhaps he thought that John had managed to find somebody else called Sherlock and had taken him in out of memory of his friend. Perhaps he even suspected the truth.

John didn't have to wait long because a few long seeming seconds later Sherlock appeared in the doorway. John looked between him and Greg. To start with Greg's expression did not change, then his eyes fixed on Sherlock and his mouth dropped open.

"Is.. I ... Good Lord.." Greg sputtered after a moment.

Sherlock gave a frustrated shrug. This did not bode well.

"Yes, Yes, I'm alive, John has known for the past two years as has Molly Hooper, It came as a complete surprise to Mrs. Hudson and Mycroft though. In other news John and I had sex and I was the one who provided you with that box though I think you have figured that one out already. Oh! And Hamish is my son, his mother was a dominatrix who tried to blackmail the British government and who used to have a Leathery Lesbian relationship with princess Beatrix. I mean there was a lot of leather involved, not that their skin has a leathery quality, well I can't speak for the princess Beatrix. So now you're all caught up. No , I will not come to the station with you."

"Sherlock!" John shouted.

"What?"

"You can't just pile that all on one person at once." Takes a step forward and lowers his voice. "And I would appreciate it if you didn't give personal information like that out."

Lestrade seemed shell shocked.

"Princess Beatrix?"

"Yes."

"I think he'll win six degrees of separation for the next twenty years." John tried to Joke. "I had sex with somebody who had sex with a princess wins every time."

"Well you're only one more 'I had sex' behind me."

"Hes joking, I've never had sex behind him." John laughing and running his hand through his hair. "I'm a purely face to face kind of guy."

"You were';t face to face this morning."

Lestrade's face dropped.

"Wait a minute. You two are.. you know.."

"Greg, it's complicated." John started.

"Yes, though it is complicated."

"How.. How.."

"Well, he seems to be more of an on top sort of guy." Sherlock said.

"Actually I was going to ask how you're still alive?"

"I missed that one again,didn't I. I never get things wrong twice." Sherlock said looking at John.

"Yes. Hold on a minute, how are you still alive? You never explained it to me."

"You're all so easily distracted."

John crossed his arms.

"I took your pulse myself."

"Didn't your training teach you to always use the pulse point in the neck."

A thought was starting to grow in John's mind. He ran his hand through his hair.

"Oh God, you didn't."

Sherlock smirked.

"Does anybody mind catching me up here?" Greg said looking rather annoyed now.

"He squeezed a ball under his armpit temporarily stopping the flow of blood. . It's an old of people know about it, how could I miss something so simple?"

"I thought he jumped off of Batholomew." Greg said.

John found he had to close his eyes as he suddenly remembered that moment. It didn't matter if Sherlock was alive. For a short while he had though he had lost him, and that short while was the worse time of his life, much worse than the worst days of Iraq. The image of Sherlock's body turning in the air was burnt into his brain, he had nightmares about it.

"Aren't you here about the files?"

"Yeah, yeah I am." Lestrade said. "But excuse me if I get a little side tracked by seeing a guy who I thought had been dead for three years standing in my friends apartment. Not to mention the Hamish and gay stuff, I'm not even going to try taking that in now." Lestrade took a step back and ran his hands through his hair in a familiar gesture."

"I know it's a lot to take in Greg." John said.

"So Hamish is his son?"

"Yeah, he is."

"I should have seen it." Greg said looking at Sherlock still with the expression of somebody who has seen a ghost. "They look so alike."

"Do you want a cup of tea?" John said feeling sympathy for his friend.

"Got anything stronger?"

"Scotch?"

"That will do it."

John stood aside and gestured for him to move into the front room. As John went to the cabinet to pour out a good measure of scotch Sherlock took his place in his old armchair whilst Greg sat on the new kiddie proof couch.
John noticed Greg's fingers shake slightly as he took the glass.

"When was the last time you ate?"

"I don't know, yesterday."

"I'll make you a sandwich."

To hope that whilst he was in the kitchen Sherlock and Lestrade would keep to talking about the weather or which Milliband brother was the biggest idiot was frankly wishful thinking. When he returned back with the sandwich Sherlock was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace.

"What did you say to him?"

"I only asked him where he'd been the last three years."

"I didn't know about Hamish. I know none of you realize this and it took me years to realize myself but I do care about other people, some other people, in some ways. I hate to admit that I have some of the same weaknesses as all of you but dammit it, the great Sherlock Holmes is only Human after all." Sherlock said voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Ah Right."

It seemed that there were some new facets to Sherlock's personality that they would all have to get used to. Sherlock had areas he was sensitive about. Ironic as Greg had always called him an insensitive bastard (though never after his supposed death).

"Greg, Sherlock has had a tough few years. Don;t be judgmental."

"I wasn't being, well maybe a little. I remember what a mess you were when you first got Hamish, a still mourning... wait you couldn't be mourning you knew he was alive."

"He was gone."

Greg stared at John open mouthed again. He looked between Sherlock and John.

"You really love him?"

"Oh don;t sound so surprised." Sherlock huffed.

"I.. I care deeply.. I .. I missed him." John tried to explain struggling for the words."

"God, I never realized, and all those times I tried to set you up with Gemma's sister."

"I'm not gay." John sighed. "I'm just gay for him."

"Right.." Greg looked between the both of them and took a bite from his sandwich.

"So.. Uh.. the box. All those files."

"Moriarty's web."

"According to most people Moriarty doesn't exsist."

"Wait, Isn't there enough information in that box to prove Moriarty was behind it all."

"Some people are thinking it's some kind of set up."

"Some people are idiots." Sherlock muttered.

"I agree with you on that one, but there's not much I can do about it until we've worked through it all and made sure that it's all legit. I know you're trying to clear you're name Sherlock, but it may be months yet."

Sherlock nodded.

"All we want is for Sherlock's name to be kept out of this until you can definitely prove Moriarty was behind a lot of those crime organizations."

Lestrade let out a long breath between pursed lips.

"You don' ask for a lot do you?"

Lestrade finished his sandwich and stood up.

"I've got to go, somebody will notice I'm gone eventually."

"What are you going to do?" Sherlock asked.

"I've got to think about it. This is a lot to take in. But I think you're going to have to call him."

"Mycroft? No." John said.

"He could pull strings." Sherlock said.

John turned to him surprised.

"But.."

"I do not forget what he has done John. But If I need his help to stay with you and Hamish then I am not to proud to ask."

John nodded. He did not want Mycroft to get involved in their little newly put together family. The man was ruthless and seems to lack his brother sense of morality (Sherlock did have morals, if he didn't then he could easily have made millions with his mind, instead he had chosen to solve crimes). A favor from Mycroft seemed to come with a price, even for his brother. But, as Sherlock said needs must. Nothing in the world was going to take Sherlock away from him again.

"I'll hold off the questions as long as I can John, but considering the seriousness of these charms and the stress it's put on everybody and the fact that the media has some how picked it up." Greg sighed. "It might put a permanent black mark on my record."

"You think they will suspend you?"

"I think they will force me behind a desk for the rest of my working life."

"Is it really that big?"

"John, it's global. And as I 'discovered' the box it's my neck on the line."

"You'd think that would make you there reigning hero."

"It did, until everybody realized how much over time and red tape they were going to get wrapped up in."

"Screw the red tape." Sherlock growled.

"Only you're allowed to do that Sherlock." Greg smiled then his face grew serious and his voice a little emotional.

"I'm glad you're back Sherlock. I can't believe it but I'm glad."

"Sherlock gave a small smile and offered Greg his hand. They shook hands and then Greg turned to leave.

"Take care of yourselves, and Hamish."

"I would never let anything happen to Hamish."

When Greg had left John turned to Sherlock.

"So... we're calling in a favor from Mycroft?"

Sherlock seemed to grit his teeth slightly.

"Yes."