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J.W | parents, aren't we?

"Are you guys back together?"

Greg has had a lot of surprises in his life, what with being in Scotland Yard and all, but even he was taken aback by the sudden bustling inside the small apartment.

The reason? Y/N L/N had come to visit for the first time after breaking up with John.

The apartment wasn't a mess, well it didn't seem to be. All the stuff that lay around was being put back into its place by Sherlock himself, a feat only achievable by Y/N.

"Told you a hundred times to not leave your experiments around," you said, pointing at a bowl out in the open, which had something inside which looked suspiciously like a tongue.

"I've just been busy!" Sherlock yelled, but he did take the bowl away from your line of sight.

"We're not together," John informed Greg, both of them looking at the scene with amusement.

"John, why does he look sleep-deprived?" you asked angrily.

"That's because I am sleep-deprived!" Sherlock replied, just as angry.

"It's like you're his parents," Greg went on, as if it wasn't obvious enough already.

John blushed a deep shade of red, but he only shrugged. "It's Sherlock. He's annoying, fussy and arrogant like a 12-year-old."

"I heard that!" Sherlock said, momentarily stopping from yelling back at you.

"His bedtime is at 10.45!" you said to John in exasperation. "Why have you been letting him up till 2.30 A.M?"

"That's because he's the cool dad," Greg threw in unhelpfully.

"I keep telling him to sleep but he doesn't. How's that my fault?" John asked defensively, after throwing a glare towards Greg's way.

"I am capable of deciding when to sleep!" Sherlock said in frustration, throwing his arms into the air. "I'm a grown man! With a job! And an apartment!"

"Shut up or I'll take away your gun," you said warningly.

He went quiet with a furious frown, plopping down on the couch.

"It's wonderful to have you back," John said, his hands folded and voice playful.

"This place is a disaster without me," you muttered then looked at Lestrade curiously. "Aren't you like, a busy person?"

"Suddenly, no I'm not," Greg said, sitting down on the couch. "This is much more interesting than murders."