"I'll have to write this one up on the blog. It's too surreal not to. Plus I can ask Rob for a follow up. It can be like, The Return of the Great Detective."

Sherlock smiled, "I think I might go to bed before the boredom kicks in and I can't sleep."
"Oh god, Lestrade better let you back into Scotland Yard if you're going to go all mopey again."
"I do not 'go all mopey'."
"Yes you do. And you know it."

John unlocked the door to 221B Baker Street and let Sherlock inside. He ran up the stairs, dumping the bag on the floor of the living room and looking around.

"Mrs Hudson's tidied up again," he said, with an air of surprise.

"Has she? I thought she wasn't doing that for us anymore."
"She's not our housekeeper, John. Remember?"

A rap on the door was followed by a "knock-knock!" The door swung open and Mrs Hudson herself popped her head around the door, smiling and carrying a tray and a pot of tea which she set down on the table.

"Cracked another one, boys?"
"We have indeed, Mrs Hudson," Sherlock said, with a smile. Mrs Hudson beamed back.

"It's nice to have my boy's home. Place isn't the same without you!"

John smiled, "Mrs Hudson, did you tidy up?"
She looked around and waved a hand, "This? Oh, I couldn't resist."
"Thanks."
"No problem, dear."

She took the tea towel off the top of the plate and revealed a cake, and started to pour the tea.

"Mrs Hudson, you spoil us," Sherlock said, with a smirk.

"And don't you know it!" She said, slapping him with the tea towel. "John, dear? Can you bring plates through?"

John wandered back in with three cups and three plates and set them down on the table, pouring the tea for Mrs Hudson as she cut them each a slice of cake. She then perched herself on the sofa next to Sherlock, and looked at them both.

"Well, go on then! Tell me all about it!"

THE END

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