It had almost been a year since Sherlock had jumped. The media had flickered on and off, Sherlock's name commonly appearing in the news but not for longer than two or three minutes, when the detective was somewhat relevant in the news story. And then there was the week in the middle of August. John and his now long-term girlfriend Mary were sat on the couch in 221B, watching the weekly horrors the news brought, when suddenly a picture of a brick wall appeared. It looked to be in downtown London, and frankly looked quite unextraordinary, except for one thing: In large, yellow, spray-painted letters, was written "I believe in Sherlock Holmes"

John sat up a little straighter, his eyes going wide as the news reporter spoke. "What seems to be the phenomenon sweeping the city, is now once again, consulting detective Sherlock Holmes. The trend, assumed to be the work of Holmes' fans, began to spread across the city on Monday afternoon, when the first of these words was found on the side of an abandoned building; the building which housed the detective's first famous case – 'The Study in Pink'" A series of pictures and videos were shown on the screen, showing all of the bright yellow graffiti from one end of London to the other. John couldn't help but smile. This was probably the first bit of positive press Sherlock had gotten since the Reichenbach case.

"Not only is Sherlock Holmes making a sudden comeback," the reporter continued "But so is alleged criminal mastermind, James Moriarty" "The Hell does she mean, 'alleged'?" John muttered, almost offended by it. Mary quickly shushed him. The newswoman went on, as a poster that once read 'Richard Brook Is Innocent', but was now covered with the words 'Moriarty was Real' was shown. "It seems that people are siding with the late consulting detective, in the belief that Richard Brook was an alias created by James Moriarty, and not the reverse"

"This graffiti has been going on long enough for the police force to take notice of, however Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade has declined to comment publicly on the situation" She finished, before promptly moving on to her next story, which John didn't even seem to hear. Mary looked over at her boyfriend, and offered him a reassuring smile "Seems like Sherlock has quite a few fans left" she said, kissing his cheek. The doctor seemed speechless for a moment, before nodding "Yeah, he really does" he said, trying to sort all of the thoughts in his head out. It wasn't fifteen minutes later when Evangeline came back to the flat to collect her bag and her guitar. "Well," she said, pulling her gloves on quickly "That's the last of my things" "You know, I think I'm actually going to miss having you around. I didn't think you'd get your own flat so quickly" John said, draping his arms around Mary's shoulders.

Eve smiled as she picked up her bag, the one she'd brought to Baker Street with her a year ago "Money's just… Been coming in more easily than I thought it would. Been getting lots of jobs here and there" she said, shrugging. John gestured to the television, the thought suddenly returning to him "Did you see the news today? Sherlock's…" He trailed off with a smile "Sherlock's fans?" he tried again. Eve hesitated, but she had on a smile that never left her lips "Haven't heard a thing about it" she said with a slight shrug, biting her lip as she picked up her guitar. "I'll stop by once in a while, if that's alright with you" Eve said, quickly changing the subject as she made her way towards the door. John and Mary stood, hand in hand "Of course that's alright" Mary answered before John had the opportunity to speak. Eve had sort of assumed they'd be living together, and this only answered her question.

Evangeline smiled and thanked them both, and started for the stairs. "Hold on" John said quickly, coming to the top of the staircase "Since when did you start wearing gloves? It's the middle of August" he said, raising a curious eyebrow. Evangeline couldn't help but chuckling softly and almost smirking "Spray paint doesn't come off very easily, Doctor Watson" she said, before quickly making her way down the rest of the stairs and slipping outside. She stepped out of the front door, only to come face to face with Lestrade. "Done moving out?" he asked, his hands in his pockets. Eve smiled and nodded, a little nervously, trying to get out of having a conversation with the Inspector – she didn't exactly want to be talking to him should the conversation switch to the topic of Sherlock and his 'devoted fans'. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I should really be going" she said, about to walk past Lestrade before he gently grabbed her arm. "Evangeline" he said very seriously. Eve prepared herself for the worst, biting her lip "Yes, Inspector?"

"I know it's you" he said simply, and Eve didn't even bother playing it off. "So, what? Do I have to go to court, or pay a fine, or go to jail, or –" "No, Eve" he cut her off "I know it's you, but as far as the police go, I don't know of anyone who's had anything to do with it" he said with a small smile. Eve looked a little taken aback "You're not going to turn me in?" she asked, the confusion clear in her voice. "No, I'm not" Lestrade said. Eve was about to ask why,but it was almost as though Lestrade read her mind, as he answered her before she could even get a word out "Because I believe in him too" he said quietly to her, before letting go of her arm, and walking away from Evangeline wordlessly. The youngest Holmes didn't move for a few moments, staring after Lestrade as he walked, before a genuine, toothy smile came across her lips. Suddenly… Everything seemed okay. For the first time in a long time, everything seemed perfectly alright.

Evangeline's new flat, not three streets away from 221B, had cost her all of the money she'd made in the past months, plus what she'd been saving from her time in New York. The man who had sold it to her said it was usually much more expensive, but he'd recently come across some deal of money and didn't need to bother selling it for much. It wasn't large or anything, but Evangeline knew she could make it home. She walked up the stairs to her new flat which was empty, save for a few bits of furniture and most of her possessions, putting her back and her guitar down and rolling her shoulders to keep the muscles from cramping up. She had 'officially' moved out of Baker Street last week, when she bought the flat, and had been trying to organize everything ever since. It had been a challenge, with the sudden jobs she was offered, trying to balance her singing and her practice and her money, but she'd managed. And somewhere in there she'd managed to find time to start Sherlock's Revolution (or so the fans liked to call it).

Finally, now that she'd moved everything in to the apartment, she needed to start unpacking and organizing everything. It was painstaking and took longer than she expected it to, what, with the few things she'd actually brought with her. It was when she'd taken everything out of their bags and boxes that she realized she had never bothered to bring her violin with her from home. She never played it very much when she'd grown up, because she didn't like feeling so similar to Sherlock. But that didn't mean she still didn't enjoy playing it. There was a sudden knock on the door which pulled Evangeline from her thoughts, and she pulled her hair back in to a quick ponytail so whoever was at her door wouldn't see how messy her usually well-kept hair looked. "Yes?" she asked, pulling open the door.

At first, she thought she must be imagining it. It was impossible. He was dead. "Hello, Evie" Jim said, giving her the slightly psychotic smile Eve remembered. He looked no different than he had a year ago: his hair still perfect, his Westwood suit as straight and pressed and clean as ever. Eve froze, her heart skipping beats in her chest as he looked at him. Once the initial shock finally wore off, she did the first thing that came to her mind. She slapped him right across the face. Hard. Jim never showed any emotion about it, as though it was what he had expected Eve to do. "Now doesn't that bring back fond memories" he said, tilting his head a little "As I recall, you did that the first time you ever met me" "Because you deserve it you bastard" Eve spat, before pressing her lips roughly to Jim's. She drew the kiss out, the part of her giving in to how much she had missed Jim taking over the part of her that wanted to ring his neck out.

"Do you have any idea how much I hate you?" she said lowly when she pulled away from him, crossing her arms. "Yes. But perhaps this might help" Jim said, extending his right hand in which he held a violin case. Evangeline took it from him the moment he extended it towards her, opening the case with a little more excitement than she would have cared to show. In the case sat almost a perfect replica of the violin she had as a child, and she couldn't help but smile a little. "I still hate you" she said, putting the case down beside her. Jim smiled again "Good" he said simply, resting a hand on her hip as he kissed her again, slightly more possessively this time. Evangeline leaned in to the kiss, before jumping back a little as her phone rang, Staying Alive's chorus playing. Eve could tell Jim was smirking without even looking at him. She slipped her phone out of her pocket and looked at the caller ID, one she faintly recognized but couldn't put a name to the number. "Hello?" she said in to the phone. "Evangeline" said a calm voice from the other end "I leave for just one year and the next thing I know you've gone a spray painted my name across London" he said. "I hate you" Evangeline said simply to her brother

"But I love you too, Sherlock"

"Likewise, Eve"

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone for sticking with this fic! I'm so sorry I didn't update this last chapter until now, but things have been very busy for me this year. I'd like to thank you all for reading, and I hope you've enjoyed 'A Case of Identity'