John walked over to the pub where Molly was standing, along with Lestrade, surprisingly. Once she spotted him, she had a wide smile on her face and started waving him over. Lestrade seemed to already have a pint in his hand, John wasn't even surprised.

"John!"

Once he made his way over to him, she wrapped him in a hug. Lestrade was just sitting there, with his usual smile on. She released him and then gave one more glance.

"It's great to see you again!"

John nodded.

"Yes, it's…nice to see you too."

"Oi! I'm standing here too."

John laughed and gave Greg a nice bro hug, which entailed of a nice clasp of the hand and a pull into each other, followed by the one affectionate back slap. They also let go of each other and everybody was just standing there. Molly was the one to break the silence.

"Well then, we're all here, let's go inside!"

John motioned for them to head in first and he followed them inside. He sat down on one of the stools and then watched as his friends took their seats. Molly just couldn't stop smiling.

"I hope you don't mind that I brought Greg with me. This was the only time he was free."

John held his hand up for her to stop talking and gave her a polite smile.

"It's alright, Molly. I'm happy to see you guys again. It's been a while…since…you know…"

Molly frowned and looked away. Greg was drinking from his pint but he still looked affected by the words.

"Yes we know…we know that it wasn't easy for you, it wasn't easy for us either."

"It's just so hard, you know?"

Greg nodded.

"Yeah, we know."

"It's just so hard to understand that he's gone. He's dead. I lost my best friend."

Molly gave a sheepish smile and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We miss him too. I keep thinking that he's going to come to the morgue and ask me to pull up a body I already put through processing to help with the case."

Lestrade laughed.

"And I keep thinking that he's going to waltz into the crime scene as he pleases and ask me for the full details."

John smirked.

'That's what he was trying to do today.'

"How's Mrs. Hudson taking it? I know that Sherlock and she were very close."

John let out a breath and gave a small smile.

"Yeah, she's not taking it so well either. She tries to be positive for me, but I know that it's not working. That doesn't stop her from trying though. We had dinner the other night."

Molly's smile perked up.

"And how was that?"

"The best it could be for two, lonely, grieving people."

Greg interrupted.

"So it wasn't very satisfying."

"Nope, it was awkward, minus the few conversations we had. But it helped a tiny bit."

Greg chuckled and took another swig from his pint. Molly just kind of toyed with hers. She wasn't a big drinker, in fact, John wasn't even sure if she drank at all because he's rarely seen Molly outside of work. John however, was half-way done with his. He really needed it, even if it wasn't much. He was so stressed out, but he tried not to be. He tried to be optimistic and look on the bright side, but that just wasn't in his nature. John was a realist.

Greg got a notification on his phone, and held it up with one hand as he took his drink with the other. His eyebrows rose and he put his phone down back in his pocket.

"That was Sergeant Donovan. Excuse me, I gotta take this."

He walked away from John and Molly and over to the entrance. John stared at Molly while the other was staring at the man on the phone. It took John a minute to realize that Molly was staring at him intently while his attention was away. His brows furrowed.

"Jesus, Molly, that's…kind of creepy."

"I'm sorry it's just...I have to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"I was wondering….where exactly is Sherlock?"

John's eyes widened.

"What?"

"I mean. I know he isn't actually dead, because I helped with the project."

Molly was a part of the Lazarus project?

"Sherlock told me not to tell you because he didn't want to give it away to Moriarty, but now I have no choice but to ask."

"No it's…it's alright, Mycroft told me about it."

She looked eager.

"So you talked to Mycroft? Did he tell you anything about Sherlock? When I saw him at the hospital, he didn't look to be in a good way."

John's head hung low. He doesn't know if he should tell her about Sherlock. If she doesn't know, it's probably best that he keeps it that way.

While they were talking, Lestrade was still on the phone with Donovan.

"I know that he wants the evidence, just tell him that we can't provide him with any at the moment."

"You and I both know that we'll just be digging a deeper hole for ourselves. He's already pissed that the media found out so soon and you know how he can be when he's angry," Sally said over the line.

Lestrade ran a hand through his grey locks.

"He can be a right arsehole. I know."

"Look, we can either tell him that we don't have any evidence, or we can tell him that there is no evidence."

"I don't know. What won't get us killed or suspended?"

"I'm not sure sir."

Lestrade gave a frustrated sigh.

"Where's Sherlock when you need him?"

Sally didn't respond immediately.

"I understand that you miss him, but we can get through this without him. We have no choice but to now."

"Yeah, you're right. As infuriating as he can be at times, he was still the best thing that happened to Scotland Yard."

Sally sighed.

"What, don't act like that. You know that he was damn effective, even if you didn't like him."

"Greg, sir, we don't have time for this…"

"Yes, yes, I know…"

While Greg was on the phone, he felt somebody tap his shoulder. He was facing the other way so he didn't know who it was.

"Excuse me, are you Greg Lestrade?"

Lestrade just shrugged the stranger off. He was too distracted with his phone call to recognize the voice. The stranger kept at it.

"I won't be but a moment."

Greg was getting aggravated.

"Yes…sorry, this guy won't stop prodding my back."

"I need to talk to you!"

Greg had enough and turned around whilst shouting, "Alright! What do you want m—"

He turned around to see Sherlock standing there. His mouth hung open and he felt his hand falling slowly from his ear.

"Greg?! Greg?! Hello?"

"I gotta…call…you back…"

He hung up the phone. He was just staring at Sherlock, the incredibly alive detective. John happened to peer over his shoulder and saw Lestrade staring at Sherlock. John's distraction caused Molly to turn around and then all three of them were wide-mouthed messes. John whispered under his breath, "Oh God…"