Goodbye, Sherlock.
Chapter 22.
We always go back to Baker Street.
Lestrade's POV.
I woke up with an infuriating headache and sun coming through the windows.
One sunny day in Britain and I had to be hungover. I was hungover most of the time, though, so it was meant to happen.
I groaned and stood up, remembering that Mrs. Hudson would go visit me that day.
Without even looking at the mess my room was I headed to the kitchen. After a glass of water and some painkillers I took a croissant from the counter and put the coffee pot on the cooker.
Once my coffee was ready, I sat on the table with my laptop in front of me and opened Tumblr.
It was a website for teenagers mostly, but I had became addicted. You could find blogs about anything and everything. In the last three years I had probably spent more hours in Tumblr than my teenage daughter.
I saw I had lots of notifications and I sighed.
I couldn't remember posting anything, but I had. And it was so cringe worthy that I wanted to rip my eyes off.
More than one thousand words about how much I missed Sherlock.
With some domestic mentions of Mycroft.
It was stuff I thought, things that stayed in the back of my mind most of the time but that worried me to no end. Nothing I would ever say out loud.
Maybe to Mycroft. I thought.
Stop it. I answered in my mind.
I sighed.
I had gotten to a point where I talked to myself.
I ran my hands through my hair. I had learned the lesson: Never post anything on the Internet when you're drunk.
However, the post had gotten more notes than all of my other posts. People obviously liked all the emotional crap.
I sighed again.
What if someone at my work saw it?
What if my daughter saw it?
But, what if Sherlock sees it and comes back? I thought.
Yeah,as if.
Oh my god, what if Mycroft sees it? It's going to be so embarrassing...
He's not coming back anytime soon, anyways...
I heard the bell ring and all of that stuff disappeared from my mind.
"Just one second!"
I took all the dirty clothes and rubbish in the living room and took it to my bedroom as fast as possible. Then I ran to open the door.
In front of me, a smiling Mrs. Hudson.
"I lived with Sherlock, dear, I'm used to the mess."
I blushed. How did she always knew everything?
"It's fine. Come in."
"How are you, Greg?"
I pulled my best fake smile, even though we both knew that my answer would be a lie.
"Fine. As good as I can be. How are you?"
"Good, but I miss the city."
"You could always come back."
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Goodbye, Sherlock
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