The man in front of me is short, with graying blond hair; his eyes are blue but look as if they have seen too much. John
"Was shot in the left shoulder, has a psychosomatic limp, was honorably discharged, and recently just had biscuits with strawberry jam and tea. You decided to take a shower to relax after your long airplane ride when you heard people moving in the flat. You decided that instead of dressing in your own cloths you would put on my bath robe because it was quicker. " The deductions fly out of my mouth before I can stop them.
The room explodes with voices.
"Sherlock" Lestrade says tiredly
"Definitely a psychopath" Anderson grins
"You're such a freak. You really don't have any feelings do you?" Donavan screeches and turns to John "I'm sorry sir, ignore him he is just…. "
"Brilliant" John cuts her off and is smiling at me.
I feel warm. I have missed hearing those words in person.
"Welcome home John." I'm smiling a real smile which only John can bring about.
"Thanks, but how did you know about the biscuits and tea? The other deductions I can somewhat understand how you deduced them."
"I know Mrs. Hudson was home all day since she went shopping yesterday and her hip is actin up. Also she had to let you in since you do not have a key. She would insist on feeding you and I know that she made biscuits before I left. You always have jam on your biscuits and your favorite is strawberry and well of course you had tea with biscuits." It was simple really.
"Amazing" John's smile grows.
"How do you to know each other?" Lestrade asks sounding confused.
"I'm Sherlock best friend and now flatmate." John is looking at me as if he is questioning if I still want him to move in. Idiot
"I hope you don't mind the violin." I respond to the unasked question.
"Your friends with the freak" both Donavan and Anderson are looking as if the impossible has happened which to them it has.
"Do not call him that." John's voice is quiet and ice cold. He looks like he is thinking about taking both of them down and he could even with the bad shoulder and limp. He looks like the same boy who stood up to all the students who teased me in school. Some things never change.
Both look surprised and stop taking.
Lestrade is glancing down at my box. Darn I bet it was Donavan who found it. .
"How did you know the code?" Lestrade asks John
"I know because it is the same as mine. The code is the day we met." John answers
Everyone but John is looking at me oddly.
"Is there anything you wish to tell us before we open the box?" Lestrade asks
I really don't want them to open but there is no point arguing.
"No"
Lestrade takes opens the top and is taking out a stack of papers.
"Is this both of you?" Lestrade sound unbelieving
He is holding a photograph of two teen boys. The first is younger but taller with curly hair and the other has short blond hair. Both are laughing in the photo.
"Yes"
"It was taken after a prank we pull on Mycroft." John explains.
I grin remembering the look on Mycroft's face when he found out his umbrella was missing. It took him two days to find it.
"Who is Mycroft?" Anderson asks
"His older brother" John is smiling as if recalling Mycroft's face as well.
"'There is two of them?" Donavan says sounding horrified.
"What about this one?" Lestrade holds up another photo.
My face is pulling into a grimace. It was the photo of me at the fair. John had dragged me to the fair for his eighteenth birthday. He talked me into going on some of the rides even. After the rides he kept trying to win some dump game. I finally got tired and won it for him. John had made me hold the stuff rabbit he had picked out as the prize. In the photo I'm giving John, who was behind the camera, a dirty look.
Walking over I grab my stuff out of Lestrade's hands. I don't want him to find John's letters that he wrote over the years. For some reason I kept them; all of them and the contents is no one else's business.
"As you can see there are no drugs. I'm clean."
"Ok I will leave you to it. I'll be taking the case." Lestrade is trying not to laugh.
"It was nice to meet you." John says
"You too" Lestrade responds
The rest of the officers follow behind and the door shuts.
"We're going to need to change the code now." I am not pouting.
"What about today's date?" John says as he is walking over to the box.
"Fine" it fits. Today is a new beginning. "I need to go to Angelo's for a case. Do you want to come?"
"I don't know. Won't I hold you back?"
Rolling my eyes I quickly think of a plan.
"I could be dangerous."
"I hate you." John teases
"No you don't" I'm smirking
"No I don't"
"Come on John the game is one."
A few hours later
John
Sherlock has a smirk on his face again.
"What?" I question
"Your leg"
I look down. What about my leg. It then hits me. I left my cane behind at the restaurant.
"You need me." Sherlock states as a fact
"You don't have to be a prat about it." I head into the kitchen
"Well I would be lost without my conductor of light." I hear behind me. Smiling I start making two cups of tea. I may not be a soldier any more but I know that I found where I belong; with my crazy, genius, best friend. It will be a crazy life but I wouldn't change a thing.