Risen from death (Moriarty's return)

Smoking again

Lestrade was desperate. Two weeks after Moriarty's attack to NSY headquarters, nobody had a clue about where John and Sherlock could be. He had phoned both of them hundreds of times, leaving all kinds of messages, since threatening to beg ones, anything to finally be able to contact them. But he hadn't any response, not even from John, who had always answered him. He, as Molly, was sick of concern. Even Donovan and Anderson looked worried not only for the doctor but even for Sherlock. Moreover, he had to answer the continued calls from a distressed and tearful Mrs. Hudson, asking for a hint about her boys at least twice a day.

But, for the DI, the worst of all was that not even Mycroft answered his calls. Before, any alarm about John and Sherlock was quickly subdued with a phone call to scary Sherlock's older brother, who used to know exactly where they were, what happened or was able to assure that the doctor and the sleuth were fine. But currently, he had nothing of that.

In the middle of that nightmare, he was trying to return to normalcy, like the rest. But how could you do it knowing that people can come back from dead, invoking, and create zombies and ghouls army to conquer the world?

Luckily, all had ended almost as abruptly as it started. Just when they were nearly run out of ammunition, a hot reddish cloud involved the NSY quarters and, suddenly, all became silent. The zombie's humming, the ghoul's howls, the shots. All the creatures vanished in the air. Altogether with John, Sherlock, and Mycroft.

And there was he, almost biting his nails, giving one puff after another to the umpteenth cigarette of the day. Yes, because after the monsters faded in the air, he took a dumped chair, straightened it out, sat on it, and took out a cigarette from his jacket. He lighted it up and had a deep puff, slowly exhaling the smoke. Even Donovan, who had nagged him for started smoking again, ended asking for another cigarette. They smoked together because if after almost being killed by a darkness' army wasn't the bloody perfect time to smoke, which could it be?