Hello Detective

The Empty Hearse Part 6

"I didn't lie altogether. I have no absolutely idea how to turn any of these silly little lights off." Sherlock laughed, and it was a beautiful sound.

"Oh shut up, and come here." I rolled my eyes, slipping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling his lips to mine.

"I love you." Sherlock whispered, pulling away.

"I know." I smiled. Furrowing my brows, I saw distant lights rounding the corner towards the car.

"You did call the police?" I asked.

"Of course I called the police." He answered.

"I'm definitely going to kill you." I nodded.

"Oh, please. Killing me, that's so two years ago." Sherlock smirked, looking up to me with his piercing eyes. I shook my head and chuckled.

--

The next morning I woke up at Baker Street with Sherlock's arm nestled securely around my bare waist. I turned to face him, leaving gentle kisses along his neck and jaw. His eyes fluttered open. I loved this side of Sherlock, the side that only I got to see. He looked at me like it was the first time ever seeing me. It gave me butterflies every time, even after all this time.

It was nearly noon, we never sleep this late. Though we were up late most of the night doing unspeakable things.

"Good morning." Sherlock muttered with his deep baritone voice.

"Good morning." I whispered back, his lips captured mine as he rolled on top of me. My hands naturally gravitated to his back, leaving red scratches down them, causing him to release a moan.

Suddenly Sherlock's phone rang and I groaned.

"Tell whoever it is to fuck off." I giggled. Sherlock chuckled and reached across me to grab it. Mycroft Holmes shone across the top of the screen, I rolled my eyes.

"Sherlock, please, I beg of you." I could hear Mycroft through the phone, loud voices ringing out in the background 'Can you hear the people sing!'

"You can take over at the interval." Mycroft tried to bargain, I grabbed the phone from Sherlock.

"Mycroft, Sherlock is very busy at the moment." I argued.

"What could he possibly be doing?" Mycroft asked, knowing his brothers schedule.

"Me. Goodbye Mycroft." I hung up, tossing the phone back onto the nightstand.

Sherlock laughed before capturing my lips once more.

"That'll really set him off." Sherlock said, between kisses.

"Well that's just too bad. We've got two years to make up for, it's not my fault he's not getting any." I muttered, as Sherlock laughed as his hand traveled between my thighs.

"I love you." He said once more, peppering me with kisses.

"I love you too." I attempted to say, the ending just came out as a moan as Sherlock began to play me like a violin.

--

"Oh, I'm really pleased, Mary. Have you set a date?" Mrs. Hudson asked as she sat across from me, sipping champagne.

"Well, we thought May." Mary smiled. Sherlock plopped down next to me, handing me a flute of champagne.

I had returned to my usual spot on the arm of his chair. Lestrade sat in John's old chair opposite.

"Ah, a spring wedding." Mrs. Hudson nodded in approval.

"Well once we've actually got engaged." Mary laughed.

"Yeah." John muttered, returning from the kitchen and sitting down on the couch next to Mary.

"We were interrupted last time." Mary sent a playful death glare to Sherlock.

"Well, I can't wait." Lestrade said, raising his glass.

"You will be there, Sherlock?" Mary asked Sherlock, with a raised brow.

"Weddings, not really my thing." Sherlock smirked, wrapping an arm around my waist.

The door opened as Molly and her fiance entered.

"Hello everyone! This is Tom. Tom, this is everyone." Molly introduced everyone with a smile. Tom was, well, strikingly like an off-brand Sherlock. He even dressed the same.

"Hi! It's really nice to meet you all." Tom nodded with a smile.

"You think it's about time?" Sherlock asked me, referring to the reporters waiting outside.

"We've kept them waiting long enough." I answered, standing and making our way towards the door with Sherlock in toe.

Once clear of everyone, I began to laugh lightly.

"Did you-" I began to ask Sherlock.

"I'm not saying a word." Sherlock smiled.

"No, best not." I said, slipping on my coat. "Christ I think he was wearing the same shoes as you."

"Oh, stop it." Sherlock laughed. "Now I don't know how I feel about this shirt."

"I love that shirt." I answered, laying a hand across the deep purple fabric.

"Really?" Sherlock asked, looking down to me.

"Oh, yeah. Though I think it looks better on me." I smirked.

"You only wear it after... ah." Sherlock nodded in realization. He descended the stairs behind me.

"One question still remains. Why put John in the bonfire? If they knew we were onto them, why come after him?" I asked.

"I don't know. I don't like not knowing." Sherlock said, reaching the door and slipping on his coat. "I don't know who was behind all this, but I will find out, I promise you."

"Don't pretend you're not enjoying this." I gave him a knowing look. "Being back. Being a hero again."

"Oh, don't be stupid." He said, keeping his back to me.

"You'd have to be an idiot not to see it. You love it." I said, he finally turned to face me.

"Love what?" He raised a brow in response.

"Being Sherlock Holmes." I smirked.

"I don't even know what that's supposed to mean." He smirked and turned towards the door, stopping on the threshold. His arm reached out and grabbed a hat off its hook. He slipped on the deerstalker and pulled the large door open.

Stepping out in front of the cameras and reporters it was time to put on my own hat of sorts. I was to play my role, standing beside the man that I love: Sherlock Holmes.