DON'T BE DEAD

CHAPTER 4

A/N: sorry that it took me so long to post! I have been quite busy :(

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As soon as he finished talking with Mycroft, Sherlock went to St. Barts Hospital.

Molly was about to finish her shift; she went to her locker to grab her things and go home, but as soon as she was going to close the locker again and leave, she saw, on the mirror hanging on the locker's door, a man behind her. She gasped and started shaking in fear, but then, the man came a few steps closer and became visible. It was Sherlock. The woman, who understood perfectly what was going on, smiled and said

"Welcome back Sherlock" the taller man, came even closer to Molly, smiled at her tenderly and gave her a little kiss on the cheek

"Thank you, for everything you did for me, Molly"

"It was my pleasure" she said, smiling nervously

"No, I really mean it, thank you"

"It's okay" replied Molly, now looking to the floor, clearly nervous.

"Moriarty slipped up, he made a mistake. Because the one person he thought didn't matter at all to me was the one person who mattered most. You made it all possible, and for that, I thank you. Good night, Molly" said the detective on his way to the door, leaving a very confused and blushed Molly behind.

After that, he went to Lestrade. Sherlock knew he would also be finishing his shift, so he waited for him at the parking lot. It was dark in there so Greg didn't notice his presence, until when he was about to light his cigarette and he saw him approaching him and saying

"Those things are going to kill you" Lestrade stood there, shocked, for a few seconds until he said

"Oh, you bastard!" Sherlock smiled and said

"Nice to see you Graham" Lestrade couldn't believe that he still didn't remember his name.

"It's Greg" he said. They both smiled and the Detective Inspector embraced Sherlock on a tight hug. The detective still didn't feel comfortable with hugs but this time, he didn't say anything; he just patted Greg's back uncomfortably for a few seconds.

Not much later, Sherlock decided to finally go back to Baker Street. When he arrived, he couldn't help but staring at the door for a while; '221B' he thought with a smile forming on his lips 'home'.

Mrs. Hudson was doing the dishes when, suddenly, she heard the front door opening. The woman grabbed the pan she was washing and prepared to go out to see who was sneaking into the flat. Once she opened the door she couldn't believe her eyes. After her initial shock, she started screaming waving her hands frantically in the air

"Sherlock, dear!" she ran to the detective and pulled him into a very tight hug

"Hi, Mrs. Hudson" said he taller man hugging her back.

After explaining to Mrs. Hudson the details of how Molly helped him to fake his death, Sherlock went upstairs to where he used to live with John. Everything was exactly as he left it.

The detective prepared himself a cup of tea and sat on his black armchair. Sherlock felt really sad at the sight of John's empty chair in front of him; and for the first time I years he felt insecure 'what if John doesn't want to see me?' thought Sherlock to himself.

He was afraid of how the doctor would react to his return from the dead. He had not cared at all about how others would react to it, but when it came to John... it was different; he was afraid that he could not want to see him again. 'Sentiment' started thinking to himself the detective 'dammit'.

John tossed and turned on his bed that night. After almost two years he was going to visit their old flat, where Sherlock and him used to live together. The doctor was not sure if going back there was a good idea but he really felt that it would make him feel a little closer to Sherlock again, and that was all it mattered.