Hello Detective

The Empty Hearse Part 5

The next morning I woke up to a quiet flat. Something that didn't usually happen with my three year old nephew living here.

I decided to pop over to the store on my way to Baker Street. I knew Sherlock was out of milk and biscuits so I decided to grab some for him. Since I didn't hear from him last night I assumed that he saved John and would fill me in today.

I opened the door to Baker Street, bags in hand and ascended the stairs.

"Sherlock," I called, entering through the kitchen door, "I brought some milk and biscuits, noticed you were out."

I popped the milk in the fridge, ignoring the specimens, before walking into the living room.

"I assume John's-" I stopped when I saw Sherlock standing on the couch between an older couple, "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know you had clients."

"Is this her, Sherlock." The woman asked him, that was when I realised they weren't clients. They were his parents.

"Adelaide." Sherlock said, ignoring his mother's question.

"So sorry to disturb you. Adelaide Gregson." I shook both of their hands. His mother was beaming.

"They were just leaving." Sherlock said, pushing them off the couch.

"Oh, were we?" His mother asked.

"Yes." Sherlock answered, attempting to push them out the door.

"Yeah, well, we're here till Saturday remember. Give us a ring." His mother said through the door.

"Very nice, yes, good. Get out." Sherlock said, attempting to shut the door, his mother's foot getting in his way.

"I can't tell you how glad we are, Sherlock. All that time, people thinking the worst of you. We're just so pleased it's all over." His mother whispered. I had gone into the kitchen to give them some privacy, I'd forgotten the door was open. "Dear, would you mind walking us out?"

"I'd be my pleasure, Mrs. Holmes." I smiled, but on the inside I was terrified. Was I about to get vetted by Sherlock's parents?

Sherlock's eyes went wide when he realised his mother wasn't talking to him. He finally managed to get the door closed and returned to his wall. He heard laughter downstairs and furrowed his eyebrows.

I returned a moment later with a small smile on my face.

"What?" Sherlock asked.

"Your mother asked if you were my significant other." I said with a smirk.

"What did you say?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I said you were my significant annoyance." I maintained my smirk. He let out a short laugh.

"Not exactly how I imagined meeting your parents. Actually I don't think I ever imagined meeting them at all." I said, sitting in his chair.

"They're only in town for a few days. Mycroft promised to take them to a matinee of Les Mis. Tried to talk me into doing it." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"They're not what I imagined. They're just so..." I began, shaking my head.

"So what?" Sherlock asked.

"Ordinary." I smiled.

"Hmm. It's a cross I have to bear." Sherlock signed, causing me to laugh.

Sherlock continued to fill me in on the events from the night before. John had been kidnapped and stuck in a bonfire for Guy Fawkes. Luckily Sherlock and Mary made it in time.