Its not a Magic Trick.

Meet and greet

Authors note.
This is my first fanfic so give me some room for improvement. Also if my English is more American than anything else sorry. I am American. I try my best to change the words that are different. Anyways. Love you all
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After my dear brother helped me clean up I headed straight to Baker Street. John had changed the locks. It was easy enough for me to break in but it still had me questioning why the locks changed in the first place.

I snuck past Ms. Hudsons flat and quickly headed upstairs. I blinked when entering the flat. John had started using his cane. He slept little and did little to clean up. There were cups of half drank tea everywhere. I pushed back the waves of emotion.

I turned to face the yellow face painted on the wall. Shock was the only way to explain the emotion that had me staring at the wall. Papers covered it. Pictures of me while I was away littered some sections. Mycroft would be impressed. He had found me a couple times but only after I had left. Even then he was not sure if it was me.

I heard the sound of someone walking up the stairs. I rushed into my bedroom to find my bed slept in. The duvet was crumpled. Now I really panicked. Only momentary when I realized John was going to find me eventually.

I heard him mutter a curse before shouting. "All right who is here this time." Ahh a rash of break ins. That would definitely be cause to change the locks. I took a deep breathe before walking out into the sitting room.

John just stared at me. His eyes slowly left my face to scour the rest of my body before quickly returning back to my face. "If this is some evil trick than it is very convincing." He muttered. More to himself than me. I smiled.

"You are seeing but not observing Dr. Watson." I said. The lump that had formed in my throat made speaking very difficult and the words sounded exaggerated. I took a deep breath and observed John. I pretty much nailed all the normal stuff by seeing the state of our flat.

What I couldn't foresee was the amount of depression. I was warned that he was depressed but not as much as this.

"I just came back from your grave. I just asked you to be here. To actually be alive in front of me." John whispered. The lump grew larger before I forced it down.

"I was never gone. I was busy destroying everything Moriarty held dear." I whispered back. I could hear Ms. Hudson downstairs. She must of heard John arrival because she was coming up the stairs humming something rather cheerful. The second she walked in and rounded the corner I heard the most piercing scream.

I resisted the urge to rub my ears. Ms. Hudson ran up to me and gave me a hug before bustling around while tutting John. I smiled lightly before passing John and staring at the wall.

"Your not going to start shooting already are you?" John asked. I smiled and shook my head.

"John I need your help with a case." I said while I stared at the wall.

"Oh thank God." He exclaimed.