Return (A Sherlock fan-fiction)

Part 1

The weather lived up to its British stereotype. The streets of London reflected a cold sky filled with low and lazy storm clouds. Black umbrellas darted out from cabs and ran quickly to the shelter of cafés or shops. Unprepared tourists were soaked. Their dreams of a sunny visit to the iconic scenes of London were as dim as any candle held in this weather. The doctor's practice was overrun with various viral colds and flu. Typical winter aliments. John had seen too many petty illnesses that day and was glad when his shift was over. He logged out of the computer as soon as the last appointment was written up. He looked to the clock. Three forty-three. "Damn" he thought. The bus would be stopping now and he wasn't even out of the door yet. He walked briskly to the end of the corridor and stopped at the desk where his fiancé sat. Her blonde hair was delicately placed to the side of her face and her blue eyes caught sight of him immediately. She was talking on the phone to a patient and held a finger up to John's face telling him to be quiet till she had finished.
"Yes... Ok... We'll see you soon then.... Ok, bye." She put down the receiver and faced John.
"I'm going now. Do you need me to get anything on the way home? I might stop in at 221B since I missed my bus."
"Oh good," Mary stood up and leaned in to kiss John as he was putting his coat on, "I think we are low in milk so might want to get a pint and don't rush back. You need to give Sherlock a run around if you're going to take him for a walk," she grinned at him, "don't forget to keep him on the lead." John laughed a little and shouted, "Bye!" as he hurried through the doors and out of the practice.