Sherlock bloody Holmes was sat at his desk, in his chair, casually tossing his gun up into the air and catching it again.

When the door opened, he looked, saw who it was and said 'Ahh Lestrade…did you miss me?' Lestrade stood gaping in the doorway for a few moments before reaching for a secondary gun in the holder at his side.

Pointing the gun at the intruder, he ordered 'get out. Get out now. You died, you shouldn't even be here!'

Looking at Lestrade, Sherlock sighed and said 'well you never used to mind. Anyway, no one else knows i'm here and I intend to keep it that way'

Snorting slightly, Lestrade sneered 'yeah, well this isn't MY office anymore' This caught Sherlocks attention and he sat up in confusion.

'All those cases you helped me on, all those times I risked my neck for you, all for nothing! You're a fraud! God knows what you've done with all that information I gave you at crime scenes and…oh for christs sake I even let you into my house! You met my wife!'

Sherlocks lip curled as he said 'Oh yes, Mrs Lestrade…hows her 'friend' doing?'

'Just shut up, Sherlock! Did you follow her? Is that how you knew about him? Did you talk to her about it?'

Frustrated, Sherlock cried 'No I observed it! You know how I work. You know what I'm like. Do you really think I could've kept up an act like that for 7 years? Even Moriarty couldn't stand it for that long…and don't make that face. He's real! Not an actor! I wasn't that bored'

Lestrade sighed and dropped his gun with a heavy hand. 'No, I know. I…er…well, I always..erm..' 'believed in me? No. You didn't. You arrested me on suspicion of abduction, and you've spent the last 3 years listening to Anderson and Donovans gloating, of course you didn't believe in me. Even Mrs Hudson doubted me for a while.'

'Sherlock…' 'Lestrade, I didn't come here looking for pity. Pity is a compliment and we both know I don't need any more of those' 'Then why are you here?'

Sherlock looked away awkwardly and said 'I..um..I need Johns new address. My brother and I have been tracking him for a while but he seems to have dropped off the radar lately, and seeing as I've already revealed myself to you, it seems unfair to keep him in the da…' 'John Watson's dead.'

Sherlock's dark head snapped up to look at the man's face. 'He jumped off a bridge a couple of weeks ago, all very hush hush, only us and the boys at St Bart's know about it'

Sherlock just stared, straight ahead, head shaking slightly and his voice trembled slightly as he said 'Why?' 'Why do you think?' The volume of Lestrades voice broke him out of his stupour and he looked into the his eyes. Suddenly 'No. No you're lying! He didn't kill himself! You. Are. Lying!'

'Course I am, he's a doctor, he's knows the mess a suicide can cause. But that doesn't mean he hasn't thought about it. I've had to pull him off that bloody roof about 6 times in the last few years!'

Sherlock's eyes had turned dark and unforgiving. Being a man of little emotion, any personal attachment to people, or things was difficult, but when its there, it's so hard to get rid of.

'Why did you lie? What was the purpose in telling me that? Why did you do it?'

'Because for those ten seconds, you felt the tiniest bit of empathy for what he's been going through for the past 3 years, Sherlock! What all of us have been going through! You jumped off a building. Why?'

'To save you. To save Mrs Hudson. To save him. Moriarty gave me a choice. My life for yours. His snipers had to see me fall, so they did. But they didn't see me die.' Lestrades face clouded and his eyes glittered slightly, but Sherlock had already jumped subject. 'Now tell me Johns address!…He's not the only one whose been alone for 3 years.'