Greg Lestrade peers out his office window one bright Sunday afternoon. He smiles to himself and takes a sip from his cup of coffee. When he sees it, his nice cup of coffee drops to the floor and he's up standing with his face practically pressed against the window.
Across the busy street there is a sign that reads:
WORLD RENOWNED CONSULTING DETECTIVE, SHERLOCK HOLMES, MIRACULOUSLY BACK FROM THE DEAD?
Beside the words, there is a picture of Sherlock walking with John. Greg's heart stops beating for a second and he has to take a few very deep breaths. He closes his eyes and rubs them over and over. When he opens them he expects the sign to be gone.
It isn't.
Suddenly Sally is by his side. He can't make out what she's saying. Something about Sherlock.
Sherlock.
Sherlock!
He pushes past her and into the hallway. He skids a bit and tries to catch his footing before sprinting to the stairs and racing down them. He reaches the street in record time, barely out of breath. He calls for a taxi.
"Where ya goin', buddy?"
"221b Baker Street! And hurry!" Greg practically screams at the cabby.
The car speeds down the street.
It stops in front of 221b in five minutes. Greg throws a pile of money at the cabby and stumbles out of the car. He throws open the door and races up the stairs. He knocks on the door and it opens to reveal someone he thought was dead.
"Sherlock?!"
The entire room is silent for a few minutes.
Finally John breaks the silence. His voice is a whisper.
"You can see him, too?"
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I Can See You
FanfictionJohn Watson had been having a hard time coping with Sherlock Holmes's death. So when Sherlock miraculously reappears in the flat one day, why does John take it so well?
