Sherlock was off saving someone from being blown up by a bomb. He has less interest in it then he would usually have since I'm now back in London. I get texts throughout the case, but I know I will hear the rest and whole of the story in person.
Mycroft and I talk over tea about everything we've missed in the last three years. Mycroft says he has a very important assignment that Sherlock should be working on: there is a missing flash drive with a very important code on it. Mycroft catches me up on the last three months of Sherlock meeting John, the cases, and two months of trying to keep Sherlock un-bored, from both the lack of interesting cases, and the lack of me. Sherlock missing me sounded very cute. Mycroft is finding me a flat nearby to Sherlock; not really close, but mostly safe. I was going to be three or four blocks away. I could not move in for a while, which is fine, Sherlock would love to have me around, and so would Mrs. H.
Mycroft sends me off in his car back to 221B. On the way I get a text about a gay man flirting with Sherlock. I told him to keep the phone number, we could play with the poor guy. My memories flash back to Christmas; my gift was lovely, we made love, and he asked me to marry him. I look at the ring on my finger that fits perfectly. I never take it off.
When I get out of the car Sherlock swings the door open, and I meet him in a hug and a kiss. Sherlock pushes me up the stairs, telling me about the case, the shoes, and his first case-the reason he became a consulting detective-from before I meet him. I keep up as he tells me how everything is connected.
He sits me down in his chair, starts to make tea, and cleans up the kitchen a bit. It really has been a while since I have been back, the kitchen is trashed. He brings the tea over and sits across from me, then brings up John's blog. "You are in someone's blog," I say, "oh dear."
"Yeah, I'm in some ones blog, and now the whole of London's police force knows that I do not really care for the solar system." Sherlock moves me over the couch, and I sit down and arrange myself for Sherlock to lay his head in my lap.
"Yes, it is time for you to rest your head now." I put my cup down and start to pet his head. "Your computer needs to rest for bit, no more going 100's of miles a second." Sherlock lets out a massive breath, and his body relaxes. I feel his head get heavier. I keep up the petting, and his mind is relaxing, his eyes closing.
I hear foots steps coming up the stairs and look up to see John and another male. "So this is the lady John was talking about," the man says, either addressing me or the room at large.
I look down at Sherlock, and stop petting his hair; his eyes open to look into my blue eyes. "Lestrade, Alexandra. Lex, Detective Inspector Lestrade." His eyes close again and I feel him relax once more. I go back to petting his head.
"Hey I'm Sherlock's fiancée," I say looking back up at Lestrade.
"I heard but I did not believe it till I saw you," he said, looking at us and trying to let it all soak in. Sherlock has someone he loves and cares for. I smirk to myself, and rub Sherlock's ear. He turns to my stomach, and I go back to softly petting his hair.
A phone goes off, and a pink phone is handed to Sherlock, who is grudgingly pulled back to the real world. Sherlock takes it and stays facing my stomach. "We have another case." Sherlock says sadly.