When the Past Returns - BBC Sherlock Fanfic

Chapter 1 - The Unexpected Client

The flaky, black door of the flat 221b slammed shut as the detective and his companion returned from yet another case. They entered the organised chaos that they called their living room. The detective, tall, brown curly hair, striking cheek bones and an aura that could silence any room within second if he wished it. And the companion, shorter than his counterpart yet makes for the difference in loyalty and bravery. His short hair, greying slightly, his posture, that of a military man and wrinkles on his face from the amount he had been smiling recently, which was a change. It's the happiest he has been in months. These two men are of course Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, Consulting Detective and his Doctor, solving the unsolvable.

The smell of freshly brewed tea began wafting up the stairs, flowing into their flat meaning that the arrival of their landlady, Mrs Hudson, would be imminent. But they didn't mind the company, or the hot beverages she supplied them with. Mrs Hudson also loved to hear about the boys adventures, minus any gory details. If you looked at Mrs Hudson, you wouldn't think she would be interested in any of it, but there was more to her than meets the eye. She is there number one fan.

The two had just returned from a rather interesting case involving an underground Chinese smuggling network. It was all going rather well, despite a couple people loosing their lives, until John and his date got kidnapped and nearly killed. Though Sherlock would say it comes with the job and its all in a days work. John would disagree but he never seemed to win any argument with Sherlock Holmes.

Mrs Hudson had indeed brought them tea and asked to hear about the case as they knew she would. Once she had wondered back downstairs, John took his place in front of his laptop. You see John is a blogger of sorts, he records all of his adventures with the amazing Sherlock Holmes like a sort of diary so one day he could look back with fond memories and some, not so fond memories. It was gaining some popularity but John wasn't bothered. While he started typing, Sherlock took to pacing around the room. He did this a lot. They had been home not even 20 minutes and he was already bored and itching for another case. Though a name weighed heavily on his mind. Moriarty. His name kept popping up yet no information on who this mysterious Moriarty was could be found. Sherlock knew that he was bad news, but this just made him so much more interesting. And Sherlock was sure that this Moriarty had things planned for him, he knew that their paths would cross and the consequences would be catastrophic. The only question was, who would make their move first?

Over the next few weeks, the pair had only received a handful of cases that Sherlock deemed 'worth his time', but even then, these weren't the cases that got Sherlock excited. There were a couple of cheaters, a bit of fraud and one case of stolen identity. Finally Sherlock got a case that seemed a bit more exciting than the everyday problems of his fellow Londoners. There had been a murder in Belarus and the suspect had requested Sherlock's help. Even though he had a feeling what the outcome would be, he leapt at the chance to get out of 221b even for a few days.

While Sherlock was away, John stayed behind, enjoying the peace and quiet he was getting. He managed to type up the rest of the cases they had done in the past months and upload them to his blog. He knew they didn't get that much attention but he enjoyed reliving the cases and it made his therapist happy that the blog was finally getting some use.

It had been three days since Sherlock left. John had to turn away a few clients that came looking for the famous detectives help, that was until, one day, John was sat in that flat reading the newspaper and embracing the silence when he hears a gentle knock at the door. He turns to see a woman stood there, her long brown hair cascading down her back in perfect curls, her green eyes sparkling like emeralds, her hands clutching her bag as if she was expecting someone to try and take it from her. Client. John put his paper aside and moved towards the woman. She took a couple of steps back as he approached as if she saw him as a threat.