((hey guys! sorry this chapter is a little short, you all were just so eager for it to continue so i just whipped something up these past few days so enjoy))

Its done SH

John sighed in relief. Its been too long since he'd seen Sherlock. He sat down as he chuckled to himself. Funny how he went 3 years without Sherlock and now he can barely go three weeks. Of course this missing Sherlock was not nearly as bad as the last time Sherlock was gone.

Sherlock planned to phone Lestrade, who knew about Sherlock's "death" so he could take care of all the legal work. He would tell Lestrade the last of Moriarty's men were dead. His John would now be completely out of harms way. Lestrade would take care of the body, as he did the others. He could finally go home to John, because John was home. Sherlock had a feeling, a feeling that him and John would be in it for the long run. Sherlock had never had experience in the dating department. That was more of Johns area, so maybe John could show Sherlock some of his skill. Sherlock thought with a cheeky smile.

John slipped away into a blissful sleep. There was a harsh banging on the door. He slowly woke and jumped up to answer it. He had hoped so hard it would be Sherlock. He was playing the scene over and over in his head all day. Sherlock would come home; John would welcome him with a warm and loving second kiss. They would sit there and stare into eachothers eyes for hours. Share many more kisses. He was eager to find out what the detective has been up to these past years. They would talk and kiss the years away until there was nothing more to be said. John and Sherlock would grow old together, it was meant to be.

Sherlock finally got to phoning Lestrade. 'Yes hello its me, I got the last man. Come to take care of the body. Oh I should probably mention I saw John."

"What, Sherlock that wasn't the plan. Do you realize how dangerous that was" Sherlock could feel his annoyance penetrating through the phone. "Of course but, you should know it was for his own good. Don't be a fool, I would not have went to him, risking his life, unless it was important." That would shut him up on the matter Sherlock thought to himself. Sherlock then heard a loud crash behind him. He squinted his eyes and saw a figure escaping into the night. Holding his arm as if someone shot him. "Lestrade seems like my aim off. Call you back in gif" He ran towards the man and tackled him.

John turned the doorknob in anticipation. He opened the door ready so say "Sherlock!" but to his disappointment it wasn't the man he yearned for.

Sherlock and the man fell with a thud to the ground. Sherlock flipped him over so that Sherlock was leaning over the man with intention to kill in his eyes. "Think you're safe? Think John is safe? Well ha! Guess again kiddo. Moriarty was just the tip of the ice burg. He had a back up plan, of course he did. So now with you killing everyone involved –predictable I might add- there is a new team assembled and ready to take action." By this point Sherlock backed up from the man. He was shocked as to what he was hearing. Was this really happening? "Shocked are you? Good. Jim would have loved to see that expression on your face." Sherlock didn't realized he had fully stood up, and so had this man. The man claiming John was still in danger. "We'll be in touch Mr. Holmes. And don't worry about not knowing when I will contact you. You will know. I'll make sure of it" And with that Sherlock stood there frozen and he walked away. Sherlock called up Lestrade to tell him about this new information. 'Greg, its not over. I was wrong. There is another team assembled. Tell John not to worry. Tell him I need to stay away a little longer. Promise him it wont be long, and make sure he cant get in contact with me. God knows he will try." Lestrade listened obediently. Sherlock had never told Greg, but it was clear to him that Sherlock loved John. Knowing Sherlock, if Greg messed up, it wouldn't be pretty. 'So go to John's now. He probably expected me back hours ago"

It was Lestrade at the door. "Oh hello, what are you doing out this late?" Greg hadn't seem John this happy in a long time. Sherlock informed John that Lestrade knew about Sherlock being alive for legal purposes. Then a wave of disappointment washed over John because it wasn't Sherlock. He didn't care if Greg saw. He wouldn't care. "Um, John take a seat, ive got something to tell you." His world crumbled down. "He's not dead is he?" there was no need to specify who. Because honestly, who else would John be talking about? He didn't want to have to go through this again. He couldn't lose Sherlock again. Greg saw the worry written on Johns face "No John, God not. He just can't home back as soon as he hoped. Now I'm not sure how much Sherlock, and me for that matter, want you to know, but all I will tell you is that, there are more people than expected. Another group. We don't have much information about them, but its for the best that you don't contact Sherlock for some time. Not until I hear otherwise from him." John sighed in relief. He didn't like not being able to contact Sherlock for sometime, but if it enabled them being together for a life time, he guessed it would be all worth it in the end.

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