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You knew of Sherlocks... affections towards Molly and he at least presumed that you felt more towards him than just friendship.
But there was a difference between you and Molly.
While she knew that Sherlock was still alive you didn´t. And while she got a boyfriend and enveloped their relationship you held on your feelings for the counsulting detective.
You knew that Sherlock just faked his dead. How could you not? You were rather smart, still far from Sherlock but smart and you knew that he couldn´t just carry on like always after Moriarty. But it was obvious that his death was just faked.
"A magic trick."
How could that hint be more obvious?
But nobody beside you did get it, so you waited. You played along with the sadness of John and Mrs. Hudson, knowing they would think you´d gone crazy if you insisted that Sherlock was still alive. You just stayed silent, kept his apartment in order and waited.

Considering that you weren´t suprised as John called you one night to tell you that Sherlock was not dead. You knew it all along and after the doctor ended the call you checked the fridge for ice. Knowing Sherlock he would get John to beat him up and you would be the one to treat those injurys.
You were suprised that things like that didn´t occured more often but you assumed that John just had learned to cope with the sociopath he called his best friend.

You had joined the two by pure accident, being the niece of Mrs. Hudson. You somewhat stumbled over John and Sherlock as you visited her and started to laugh as you heard those two argue. Well, mostly John considering Sherlock just being... Sherlock.
Remembering your aunt you stepped outside to tell her that Sherlock would come back soon but her screams told you that she already knew. Rolling your eyes you stepped back and started to let the kettle boil, taking the ice out.

The steps creaked and soon the door opened, revealed a disshelved detective. You stiffled a laugh and just shook your head as Sherlock observed you.
"Want some tea?" You offered and he nodded, slightly suprised by your lack of, well, suprise. He took off his scarf and coat, putting them back as if he had never left.
"Two years huh?" You called from the kitchen as Sherlock sat down. "Took you long enough to find your way home." You stated and brought him his tea, taking the ice along.

"You might want to put this on your nose." You advised and a small smile played at the corner of Sherlocks lips.
"I must admit, I´d rather missed you. You´re not as dense as eyeryone else." He finally spoke and you laughed but stopped as he winced in pain.
Concerned you studied his face observing that he placed the ice wrong.
"Let me do that." You demanded and fished the ice out of his slender fingers, placing it gently on his face, while your other hand grasped his shoulder as support.

"How´d you do it? Telling it John, I mean." You asked, trying not to blush and ignore the fact that you and Sherlock were rather close.
"I disguised myself as waiter." He explained briefly and you chuckled.
"And then you got him angry and he punched you..." You exermined his injuries closely. "...more than once." You concluded.
"Yes." Sherlock replied, knowing that it wouldn´t be wise to nod in the situation he was in.

"Sherlock Holmes, you are unbelievable." You tried to scold but you smile took the serieousness from your tone.
"You got the hint, didn´t you?" He more stated than asked. You grinned as response.
"How could I ever again tell anyone thet I fancy you if I didn´t even get that? I somewhat know you, Holmes." You retorted sassily and this time Sherlock grinned widely, not caring about his throbbing nose.

He noticed your dilated pupils and the blush across your cheeks. While Molly moved on you had waited. For him.
Sherlock wasn´t usually a giddy person but he definitely prefered your welcoming behavior over Johns punches.
Over the two years he was undercover the consulting detective noticed that caring about someone didn´t made you weak, instead thinking about coming back the people who (somewhat) loved him helped him to stay strong.

So, taking advantage of the situation, he leaned towards you, capturing your lips with your own.
You however frozed for a few seconds. But after realizing that Sherlock was indeed kissing you, you snapped out of your daze and responded swiftly. After you broke apart for air you couldn´t hold back a giggle.

"I really DID miss you, Sherlock Holmes."

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You knew of Sherlocks... affections towards Molly and he at least presumed that you felt more towards him than just friendship.
But there was a difference between you and Molly.
While she knew that Sherlock was still alive you didn´t. And while she got a boyfriend and enveloped their relationship you held on your feelings for the counsulting detective.
You knew that Sherlock just faked his dead. How could you not? You were rather smart, still far from Sherlock but smart and you knew that he couldn´t just carry on like always after Moriarty. But it was obvious that his death was just faked.
"A magic trick."
How could that hint be more obvious?
But nobody beside you did get it, so you waited. You played along with the sadness of John and Mrs. Hudson, knowing they would think you´d gone crazy if you insisted that Sherlock was still alive. You just stayed silent, kept his apartment in order and waited.

Considering that you weren´t suprised as John called you one night to tell you that Sherlock was not dead. You knew it all along and after the doctor ended the call you checked the fridge for ice. Knowing Sherlock he would get John to beat him up and you would be the one to treat those injurys.
You were suprised that things like that didn´t occured more often but you assumed that John just had learned to cope with the sociopath he called his best friend.

You had joined the two by pure accident, being the niece of Mrs. Hudson. You somewhat stumbled over John and Sherlock as you visited her and started to laugh as you heard those two argue. Well, mostly John considering Sherlock just being... Sherlock.
Remembering your aunt you stepped outside to tell her that Sherlock would come back soon but her screams told you that she already knew. Rolling your eyes you stepped back and started to let the kettle boil, taking the ice out.

The steps creaked and soon the door opened, revealed a disshelved detective. You stiffled a laugh and just shook your head as Sherlock observed you.
"Want some tea?" You offered and he nodded, slightly suprised by your lack of, well, suprise. He took off his scarf and coat, putting them back as if he had never left.
"Two years huh?" You called from the kitchen as Sherlock sat down. "Took you long enough to find your way home." You stated and brought him his tea, taking the ice along.

"You might want to put this on your nose." You advised and a small smile played at the corner of Sherlocks lips.
"I must admit, I´d rather missed you. You´re not as dense as eyeryone else." He finally spoke and you laughed but stopped as he winced in pain.
Concerned you studied his face observing that he placed the ice wrong.
"Let me do that." You demanded and fished the ice out of his slender fingers, placing it gently on his face, while your other hand grasped his shoulder as support.

"How´d you do it? Telling it John, I mean." You asked, trying not to blush and ignore the fact that you and Sherlock were rather close.
"I disguised myself as waiter." He explained briefly and you chuckled.
"And then you got him angry and he punched you..." You exermined his injuries closely. "...more than once." You concluded.
"Yes." Sherlock replied, knowing that it wouldn´t be wise to nod in the situation he was in.

"Sherlock Holmes, you are unbelievable." You tried to scold but you smile took the serieousness from your tone.
"You got the hint, didn´t you?" He more stated than asked. You grinned as response.
"How could I ever again tell anyone thet I fancy you if I didn´t even get that? I somewhat know you, Holmes." You retorted sassily and this time Sherlock grinned widely, not caring about his throbbing nose.

He noticed your dilated pupils and the blush across your cheeks. While Molly moved on you had waited. For him.
Sherlock wasn´t usually a giddy person but he definitely prefered your welcoming behavior over Johns punches.
Over the two years he was undercover the consulting detective noticed that caring about someone didn´t made you weak, instead thinking about coming back the people who (somewhat) loved him helped him to stay strong.

So, taking advantage of the situation, he leaned towards you, capturing your lips with your own.
You however frozed for a few seconds. But after realizing that Sherlock was indeed kissing you, you snapped out of your daze and responded swiftly. After you broke apart for air you couldn´t hold back a giggle.

"I really DID miss you, Sherlock Holmes."