The Empty Hearse (Sherlock x Female!Reader)

That night, you were heading back to Baker Street from a walk you took. Every now and then you would go for a walk just to think, you look around at the people and smile to yourself as you think about if Sherlock was alive he would be deducing every person you passed. You walk inside the flat and hear the radio from your aunt's flat.

"(Y/N)? Is that you?" Your aunt asks.

"Yeah, Aunt Martha." You said as you head upstairs.

You enter the sitting room and remove your coat and place it on a hook behind the door and head to the kitchen, pull out leftover Chinese food and heat it up.

You were about to pull the food out of the microwave, when you hear your aunt scream, hysterically. You turn your head and bolt out of the room. "Aunt Martha!" You shouted.

You hurry down the stairs and once you make the bottom step you said. "Aunt Martha what's wr....?" You stop as you look up and see, standing in front of the door, staring between you and your aunt, Sherlock Holmes; alive and well. You stare at him and can't believe it. He's alive?.....he's alive! You think frantically.

"S...s.....Sh.....Sh...Sherlock?" You stammered, confused. He looks over at you and gives you a small smile and nods at you. "Hello, love." He said. You gasped and placed your hand over your mouth, tears start falling down your face.

"I calculated that there were thirteen possibilities once I'd invited Moriarty onto the roof. I wanted to avoid dying if at all possible. The first scenario involved hurling myself into a parked hospital van filled with washing bags. Impossible. The angle was too steep. Secondly, a system of Japanese wrestling...."

"Sherlock, I don't care how you faked it. I wanna know why?" You interrupted him, angrily.

You were sitting in John's old armchair, your arms crossed over your chest. Sherlock, who took off his coat, was sitting in his chair and had his hands, in the prayer position, in front of his mouth staring at you.

"Because Moriarty had to be stopped....Oh wait....um, well that's a little more difficult to explain." Sherlock said and you glare at him. "It was mostly Mycroft's idea."

"That would explain why he didn't show up at your funeral." You remarked and look away from Sherlock. You take a deep breath and asked. "Who else knew, Sherlock?"

Sherlock closes his eyes and says. "Couple of others. It was a very elaborate plan--it had to be. The next of the thirteen possibilities...."

"Who else?" You whisper, despairing. You look up at Sherlock, who hesitates. "Who else knew, Sherlock?" You asked again.

"Molly." Sherlock said.

"Molly?" You asked, angrily.

"And some of my homless network, and that's all." Sherlock said.

"So just your brother, and Molly Hooper and a few tramps." You said and Sherlock nods, You let out a deep sigh and rub your temples.

You look up at him and see his nose is starting to bleed, you get up from the chair and head towards the bathroom. "Where are you going?" Sherlock asked you, with concern.

"Your nose is bleeding, Sherlock. I'm getting a tissue." You said as you look through the the bathroom cabinets, finally you find some tissues and head back to the sitting room.
You sit on the arm of his chair and said to him. "Lean your head back." He does as you asked and you take a tissue and start to clean up his blood.

"John's doing?" You ask him, referring to his nose.

"Yeah." Sherlock replies and you chuckle at this.