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The Empty Hearse: Chapter 4

"No way!" You laughed as Mark explained how blunt he'd been to the hospital's financial committee when he pitched the idea of more funding for the labs.

"Yeah! You should've seen the look on his face!" Mark shook his head with a wide smile as he looked over at you. "I did all this because I knew you wouldn't want it to go to someone 'idiotic'." You nodded at Dr. McClendon's truth, turning to smile at Sherlock. Sherlock was not smiling, but was looking straight ahead with his jaw clenched. You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows before you turned back to Mark.

"Well, we should really get going." You spoke, standing from your seat. Sherlock shot up beside you, nodding.

"Hey, there is another position open, if you're interested. It's much more loose than this one, mostly an at home job, again if you're interested. We could be working together again." Mark gave you a smile and you looked at him surprised.

"No way! Send me the details." You told him about to ask him more when Sherlock took your hand, pulling you towards the door. "Bye!" You laughed as both you and Sherlock emerged from the office and Sherlock tightened his grip on your hand, going further to wrap his arm around you as you began to walk away.

"Sherlock, what's up with you?" You questioned, looking up at him. He didn't answer you, but continued to walk straight ahead with his arm around your waist.

***

Your next stop was to surprise Lestrade. You weren't sure how Lestrade would react to you and Sherlock being alive, but you were sure he wouldn't be angry like John had been. This time however, Sherlock was not keen on any extravagant reveals. You think John had ruined that one for him for awhile. You traveled to Scotland Yard's car park, where Lestrade was making his way out. You and Sherlock stayed a safe distance away, watching him as he dug around in his pockets, searching for something. You entered a dark hall, making your way towards Lestrade, reaching just as he was about to light a cigarette.

"Those things will kill you, you know." You and Sherlock stepped from the darkness, and Lestrade froze. He was facing away from you, but you knew he'd recognized your voice. He dropped the cigarette as he shook his head.

"You bastards." He turned, looking from you and Sherlock. Sherlock gave him a small smirk as he placed his hands in his pockets.

"It's time to come back. You've been letting things slide, Graham." Sherlock spoke with confidence. You grimaced, leaning your head towards him without taking your eyes off Lestrade.

"Greg." You corrected in a whisper. Sherlock shook his head in a nod.

"Greg." He repeated. Lestrade shook his head at the two of you before his face slowly pulled into a grin and he launched himself at Sherlock, wrapping him in a hug. Sherlock groaned, his face twisting lightly in pain before he slowly patted Lestrade on the back. He pulled away then turned to you, opening his arms to devour you in a hug as well.

"Nice to see you too, Greg." You wheezed from the intense hug as you looked to Sherlock for help as Lestrade didn't seem to want to let go. After chatting to Lestrade for a bit, you were tired and ready to go home.

***

You and Sherlock took a cab back to 221B and you were ready to see Mrs. Hudson again after two years. You'd missed her and her tea. Sherlock slowly pushed the door open and you both stepped in, the dusty air surrounding you familiar. You looked ahead to see a startled Mrs. Hudson who let out the biggest scream as she stared at you and Sherlock.

It took you at least three minutes to convince Mrs. Hudson she wasn't seeing ghosts and that you and Sherlock were, in fact, actually alive. She was over the moon as she took you up to 221B, showing how she hadn't touched anything. You could tell, nothing had moved since the last time you'd seen it. You were surprised at how it looked identical to the day you'd left it. It was even practically dust free. You smiled at Mrs. Hudson, she had never given up on you or Sherlock. Mrs. Hudson left you and Sherlock alone after smiling at the both of you for a solid five minutes and offering to make you all tea. You kindly declined, ready to settle in for bed.