The Empty Hearse (Sherlock x Female!Reader)

The next day, you wake up from Sherlock's bed and head to the bathroom. You take a shower and, afterwards, brush your hair and teeth and then head back to the bedroom to get dressed.

This was your normal routine for the past two years, you didn't have Sherlock anymore or John, since he moved on with his life. You've spoken to him every now and then but you've been so busy with the detective work you haven't had much time to spend time with John.

Last you heard, he was still with his new girlfriend, Mary, and he was still working as a doctor. You've met Mary a few times and she seemed very nice, although maybe it was you just being paranoid and protective of your friend but you felt that she was hiding something. You didn't bring it up to John but you kept it in the back of your mind.

After you dress, you grab your coat and head out the door towards the stairs. You get half way to the stairs when you see John in front of the door and your aunt comes out of her flat at the same time and see him.

"John." You said with a small smile.

John looks over at you and your aunt and raises his hand in greeting, clears his throat and walks towards your aunt and gives her a hug. You walk down the steps and walk, briskly, towards them and the three of you get into a group hug.

*Sherlock's POV*

​​​​​​​In Mycroft's office, Sherlock was reclined flat on his back in a barber's chair while a man was shaving his face with a cut throat razor and his hair was cut back to its normal length.

Sherlock was reading the paper as Mycroft talks to him. "You have been busy, haven't you? Quite the busy little bee." Mycroft said as he chuckles.

"Moriarty's network--took me two years to dismantle it." Sherlock said as he tosses the paper onto a nearby trolley.

"And you're confident you have?" Mycroft asked him.

"The Serbian side was the last piece of the puzzle." said Sherlock.

"Yes. You got yourself in deep there with Baron Maupertuis. Quite a scheme." Mycroft said.

"Colossal." replied Sherlock.

"Anyway, you're safe now....a small thank you wouldn't go amiss." said Mycroft.

"What for?" Sherlock asked.

"For wading in." Mycroft replied. Sherlock raises a hand to the barber to make him stop shaving and the man steps back a little.
"In case you'd forgotten, fieldwork is not my natural milieu." Mycroft said as Sherlock, grunting in pain, slowly sits up and looks at his brother angrily.

"Wading in? You sat there and watched me being beaten to a pulp!" Sherlock shouted.

"I got you out." Mycroft said, frowning indignantly.

"No--I got me out. Why didn't you intervene sooner?" Sherlock asked him.

"Well, I couldn't risk giving myself away, could I? It would have ruined everything." Mycroft replied.

"You were enjoying it." Sherlock said as he glowers at his brother.

"Nonsense." Mycroft stated.

"Definitely enjoying it." said Sherlock.

"Listen: do you have any idea what it was like, Sherlock, going under cover, smuggling my way into their ranks like that? The noise; the people." Mycroft said as he leans forward and grimaces at Sherlock.

Groaning softly, Sherlock painfully sinks back to lie down in the chair again and the barber resumes his work. "I didn't know you spoke Serbian." Sherlock said.