Finding Home

Part 1

Wrapped in his dressing gown with a towel over his shoulder, John slowly shuffled into the living room of 221B with his slippers on, edging towards his chair. He heard the familiar "Yoo-hoo" Of Mrs Hudson who was, as per usual, carrying the tray of morning tea. As she bent down to lay it on the small table next to John's chair, Sherlock walked in wearing his usual shirt and trousers, only this time it was accompanied by his old blue silk dressing gown. As he unfolded the newspaper, he walked past Mrs Hudson and over to John. 

"Morning John" He said in his usual tone, whilst planting a small but passionate kiss on his lips. "Sleep well?" He asked as both John and Sherlock stared at each other, anticipating a surprised reaction from Mrs Hudson who simply poured the tea and made her way over to the sofa.

"I really have got to get my hip sorted out. Should i bother with another visit to the doctor John? They're always messing me about these days" She sighed and tapped her knee, looking up at the two of them.

"Mrs Hudson did you not just see that" Sherlock frowned, gesturing towards John whilst glaring at her confusingly.

"My eyesight may not be as good as it used to Sherlock Holmes, but i'm not bloody blind. It's just, nothing new really. It was only a matter of time" She smiled and stood up, shuffling into the kitchen as Sherlock and John exchanged a fleeting grin.

They both sat down in their usual positions, their chairs only slightly closer together...

As they pretended to read the paper, Mycroft entered promptly and hovered in the doorway, leaning on his umbrella.

"Morning Mycroft" Sherlock remarked as he sipped his cup of tea. "How's the queen doing?"

"Well i wouldn't know now would i" He retorted in his usual snappy tone. "I've been... busy" He raised his eyebrows in the usual fashion and looked down at his left hand, gently running his finger over his ring. "Greg thinks we should take a honeymoon 'get London out of our lungs'" He chuckled softly. "Well, i can't really see the point in holidays. Just another way to make yourself feel disappointed by the time you return to your everyday life. Plus it seems people only ever want to go somewhere extremely hot or extremely cold, and I've never done well with temperature change." He pursed his lips slightly.

John scoffed. "Come now Mycroft, what have you got to be disappointed about?"

"Hm. I suppose you have a point doctor Watson." He replies, as Sherlock smiled almost proudly. "Although, they did take away my favorite limo. It's getting a valet. Greg's had to drive me around in his police vehicle. Pathetic excuse for a car, i keep telling him i can obtain a better one. But you know men and their cars, they always seem so... sentimental." He sighed and shuffled his feet, putting his umbrella back onto the floor. "Oh, and i have a case for you. The details are inside." He handed a yellow file to John, and left the room followed by Mrs Hudson, who seemed to make conversation with him as they left.

"Who would've thought eh? Mycroft Holmes and Greg Lestrade. Certainly not me." John raised his eyebrows and chuckled, crossing his legs and opening the file.

"Well" Said Sherlock as he placed his tea back onto the saucer. "You do seem to miss the most obvious things sometimes." He smirked and gently pushed his foot towards John's lower leg, smiling contently into his light brown eyes.