Long Time, No See

Buckingham Palace

Happy Thanksgiving!
-Wildflower

221B Baker Street.......

John sat at the table working on his blog. Sherlock sat in his chair in his normal clothes except his blazer was his red robe. I sat on the couch eating a bag of Jelly Babies working on my laptop. "What are you typing?" Sher asked John.

"Blog." John answered.

"About?" He asked.

"Us."

"You mean me."

"Why?"

"Well, you're typing a lot." Then Sherlock looked at me as I ate a Jelly Baby. "What are you doing Sam?"

"Checking my firewall and fixing holes in it." I sighed. Then the doorbell rings and Sherlock's face lights up. Over many weeks many clients came in with their stories we listened until Sher said it was boring. There are cases he took and we investigated. There were cases like the Geek Interpreter or the Speckled Blonde, then there were the unsolved ones that Sherlock hates but John writes them down anyway. Then we ran into a case where we had a lot of publicity.We had to cover our faces with hats and I just used my hood from the hoodie a wore under my green military jacket, John wore a paper boy hat and Sherlock used a Deerstalker which gave him the name The funny hat detective. But during that time Sherlock and I had a...... discussion about something that we needed to talk about. It was about two weeks after the whole pool thing.

That night we sat on the couch like usual eating crisps that I had gotten earlier, Sher was playing his violin and it was close to putting me to sleep. "Do you still play the piano, Sammy?" Sher asked me.

"Once in a while I do but it is rare nowadays." I admitted to him.

"I am going to be honest with you for a moment." Sher said as he put down the violin.

"Okay." I nodded at him.

"I know it is still awkward for the both of us and honestly I am still kinda angry about it but I understand the reasoning why you had to it and for that I forgive you but I do wish you came to me to let me know you where alive or at least let Mycroft know."  He told me.

"I didn't want to put you in danger, Sherlock." I said, even though he already knows it. "And honestly I didn't even think it would work."

"Anyway, are you okay? With the whole thing that happened at the pool. How did you even do that? Make them put their guns away." Sherlock asked.

"Like I said, they owed me a favor, but King Midas is a friend who saved my ass more than once." I told him.

"Did you two.......date?" He asked.

"He's gay, Sher." I smiled at him, I believe I saw him sigh in relief. After that we never talked about it again. Which leads us to now. I was at a gym.... Yes, I workout. I have to maintain my figure some how. I go to a boxing gym. I already know how to box I actually know pretty much all fighting styles except for a few. Anyway back to the main focus. I was working with a man 3 times bigger than I was, mainly in muscle, his name is Randy, he owns the gym and I told him I already knew how to box so he wanted to know what damage I could do. Anyway in the middle of the fight where I was winning the guy whonwas at the desk, Mark came back with two men.

"Time out." Mark shouted and we both stopped. "Sam, these two men are asking for you." I instantly knew where I was going.

"Sorry, Ms. Finley you need to come with us." One man asked. "Where we are going you need to be properly dressed."

"Well, it's Mycroft's fault for having you come when you did. I know excatly where I am going." I sighed then turning to Randy. "Finish this up tomorrow? It's important."