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Christmas shopping

John and I were at the mall shopping for some Christmas presents for all our friends. Christmas is usually a happy time, but there is always the fact the Sherlock is gone lingering in the air dampening our Christmas spirit. It's the first Christmas after Sherlock disappeared. I still couldn't fully believe he had just left. I shake my head, not now I think to myself.
A necklace catches my eye. "Ooh John Mrs.Hudson would love that!" He smiles. "Whatever you say y/n I'm sure you know better than me" We head towards the crowd of people in front and in the jewelry store. It's close to Christmas so the whole place is packed. We head into the crowd, I try to stick close to John so I don't get lost. I bump into so many people I've lost count then someone grabs my arm and covers my mouth with a gloved hand. The person pulls me away from John. "Close your eyes" a deep male voice says. I do as he says squeezing my eyes shut, he drags me into a room and I hear a door close. "Y/n open your eyes"
I open my eyes to see Sherlock, the Sherlock that disappeared a year ago. We were in a one room bathroom. "Sherlock" I say my voice dangerously calm. "Y/n"
"You ran away Sherlock, I never thought I would see you again" I say holding back tears and anger. "Johns going to kill you"
He sighs. He looks mostly the same with his big back coat and curly locks. He may have managed to get even skinnier without the constant nagging from John and I to eat. "I know, I-I'm sorry" he looks down at me sincerely genuinely sorry. I hug him burying my face in his chest. I had known him for so long, I knew he would come back. The door opens and I jump back away from Sherlock. John appears, his eyes widen when he sees us both then he rests his eyes in Sherlock. He closes the door and locks it. "You didn't lock the door?!" I yell at Sherlock. John interrupts before Sherlock can answer. "Did you know y/n?"
I shake my head. "Not until he freaking kidnapped me"
"It wasn't a kidnap" Sherlock corrects "I borrowed you from John, only for a few minutes"
I give him a look "Sherlock you are not off the hook you still left us"
"You cock!" John starts his voice raised fist clenched. "Hey what's going on in there?!" A muffled voice asks from outside.
"Uh- we'll be out in a minute" I yell and hope they don't ask questions. I point at Sherlock "you are not off the hook we are finishing this back home"
We walk out of the bathroom and go back to 221b Baker Street forgetting all about the perfect necklace for Mrs.Hudson.