Sherlock climbed the 17 steps up to 221B. Today had been exhausting , 221 cases lestrade had made him solve, 221 !. And not a single one of them contained a murder , no body , no intrest. Sherlock would have scoffed away Lestrade if he had not needed the money.....the big cases were far and few between lately and he couldn't keep asking Mrs Hudson to take late payments on the rent , nor could he ask his new tennent to pay his half. No. One day of boring cases couldn't hurt.
" Sherlock?"
His house mate came round the corner and stood at the door holding a soapy dish with a drying up cloth in their hands. The light from the sunset circled round them like a halo and Sherlock thought he had lost his breath at this sight. It was so ordinary , yet so spectacular.
" Excellent deduction" Sherlock laughed. He hung up his coat and took the dish and the cloth over his friend. He followed them into the kitchen where a rich aroma filled the air. Shepherds Pie, Sherlock's secret favourite.
"smells amazing"
She giggled as he let the phrase slip. " hmm someone hungry then ?"
Sherlock smiled as he placed the now dry dish in front of him and sat on one of the stool round the table. " You guessed right yet again , im going to have to watch out for my job"
The woman laughed as she started to dish up the food onto the plates. " ahh don't you worry , I prefer dealing with the dead"
Sherlock watched as the food landed on the plate before him. Normally he would refuse any food but this was her Shepard's pie. He just couldn't resist.
" Speaking of dead bodies , how is she getting on at work?"
The woman sat down and placed two glasses of water on the table
" well , OK I suppose , she's only recently got back into the swing of things after last week , I still have no clue as to what is wrong with her , I suppose being a trainee nurse on the side has its disadvantages , she did look shattered but she was determined that she couldn't face another body, not after last time she keeps saying "
Sherlock picked up the food with the fork and shoved it into his mouth.
" What was her name again ? Megan , Miranda.."
The woman spluttered into her water.
" Mary you fool !" She giggled " You say your brain is brilliant but it makes associations in very obvious ways"
Sherlock smiled. The two sat in silence as they polished off every mouthful of the delicious meal she had prepared.
" Any way how are you today ?" Sherlock asked his companion.
" Yeah ... good , I mean I do miss work but , if Mycroft wants me working in the government then I really don't have a choice do I ?"
Sherlock sighed , even after the last episode , Mycroft still had complete control over everyone. A minor role in the British Government , Minor role his a**e.
" I wish I could help but I've got as much control over him as the air does"
"Ahhh don't worry about it , to be honest i like finishing work at three, lets me get home and practise my cooking skills , something I seriously lacked a while ago"
Sherlock and the woman giggled. They both remember the numerous times Mrs Hudson had called the fire brigade because of the oncewasomlette or the meanttobecake.
" My turn to wash up"
Sherlock stood and picked up the now empty plates from the table.
" Really Sherlock ? I swear you never wash up..."
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A reflection
FanfictionSherlock has to deal with the recent suicide of his friend John Watson after he threw himself off of Barts. But all may not be as it seems- for As Sherlock tries to move on - a face from the past re-appears.
