This would have been out sooner but Sherlock decided to be an absolute butthead to write.

Sherlock wakes around 10:30 according to his internal clock. It appears to be one of the sunnier days in London if the light filtering into his room is any indication. He rolls out of bed, noticing that he's still in his clothes from yesterday and his arms are stiff. Odd. He flips through his memories of the night before. Angelo's, Holly set me up on a date with John including some wine. The good stuff too, she didn't spare any expense. John most likely used a cab to get back to the flat and Sherlock fills that in, picking up most of his memories from the cab ride.

It seems I talk too much when drunk around John, I'll need to remember that. After that they'd returned to the flat and Sherlock frowns as the memories get fuzzier and harder to grasp. "Dammit Holly" he mutters under his breath. Unscrambling the tangled mess that consist of his memories from the night before with a hangover will take time. A shower, then, to clean up and clear his head for thinking better, maybe a nicotine patch or two. He heads to the loo.

The water feels relatively good as he cleans up, but doesn't bring much clarity to his mind. Sherlock scowls, he'll definitely need to get on Holy for this one. He returns to his room and pauses, noticing that in addition to the spot on the bed ruffled from where he was sleeping there's an additional spot in the covers messed up. Extra spot in the bed messed up, indicating I wasn't the only one in bed and my arms are sore indicating they kept the same position for the entirety of the night as if I had...

Sherlock goes perfectly still as the pieces of the night before all fall into the place. I slept with John...while I was drunk. He had never been one for such ordinary displays of affection, this included. Though he is loath to admit it, Sherlock is quite out of his depth at the moment. Would John expect something of him? Oh great, what conclusions had John reached while he had remained asleep? There must be some course of action that I can take without having to discuss...feelings again. That conversation doesn't deserve to be repeated.

After taking a few minutes to analyze the situation, Sherlock decides to act like he doesn't remember, John probably won't want to talk about. He finishes dressing before he enters the sitting area, finding John at the desk with the laptop open. Nothing out of the ordinary except that the doctor's posture and the edgy way he's using the keys are very telling. Something has put him on edge. Sherlock quickly scans the room to see if he can find anything out of place. Ring on the table from the condensation on the outside of a hot drink, most likely tea, John has one cup but this one is strategically placed close the couch. The couch is slightly dipped as if it had been recently vacated. Someone was here though clearly didn't want to talk to me and either John fixed tea for them or they asked him to fix tea for them. Sherlock pulls up a list of people that would come to Baker Street, crosses off the ones that would have waited for Sherlock to wake or gave a message to John and the ones that wouldn't have bothered John for tea.

"I see that you've met Holly" Sherlock comments, making John look up. There's a curious expression on his face and Sherlock huffs, walking John through his deductions.

"Brilliant as always" after two years away the slight awe in John's tone is music to Sherlock's ears. "Yes, I met your sister. Not as irritating as you or Mycroft, but irritating enough."

"Yes I'm told we all have that affect on people. She knew I would not be pleased with her so she took off before I woke up." Sherlock picks up his violin and starts to play.

"Why would you be upset with her?" John asks.

"My memories often become hard to recall when I am drunk and given that I may need details at any given time I find it annoying. Did anything important occur last night?" Sherlock pretends to be interested in his violin but is checking for John's reaction.

A slight blush graces the doctor's cheeks before disappearing "No, nothing." Interesting, he is embarrased by it so he must have enjoyed it to some extent. Sherlock fights to keep the smirk off his face as he returns to the music. After making sure his face is schooled into neutrality Sherlock sets the violin down. He turns to ask John for tea but pauses when he sees the expression on John's face.

Lips slightly parted but hesitation in his eyes, clearly wants to ask me something but doesn't think I'll answer. "Something wrong John?"

John hesitates as Sherlock hears a familiar set of footsteps thundering up the stairs "I-"

Lestrade throws the door of the flat open, pauses just long enough to look around before marching over to Sherlock and pulling him into a tight hug. "Damn you. Damn you man for not saying anything about coming back!"

Sherlock wrinkles his nose at an all-too-familiar scent "Well it was quite likely that my brother would let the ruse slip eventually, I'm surprised he managed to keep his mouth shut as long as he did. Especially given your intimate relationship with him" Sherlock states. Lestrade jumps back, letting go like Sherlock has the plague. "Oh come on it's not that difficult to figure out, you've got traces of his cologne on you. Do you have a case for me?"

"I just heard you were back" Lestrade snaps "You expect to have a case for you like some sort of welcome home present?"

"No, a present wouldn't be to your style, John's maybe, but not yours." Sherlock crosses the room to settle in his chair. "Fix me some tea, would you John?"

"I already have a cup, you can make one yourself" he retorts.

"The last time I tried you ordered me out of the kitchen saying I was liable to burn the flat down" Sherlock counters. He glances over at John and quirks an eyebrow, trying to say 'are you really going to argue with yourself?' Sherlock smirks when John scowls at him before getting up and heading to the kitchen.

Lestrade shakes his head "Right then, I need to get down to the Yard. I'll let you know if anything comes up, alright?"

"Do so, I'd like to get back to solving cases as soon as possible"

"You may need to come down and give us any pertinent documents about what you've been doing for the past two years as well" Lestrade warns.

Sherlock waves him off dismissively "Mycroft can get you those."

"Of course he can. Still, good to have you back Sherlock." Lestrade nods and leaves. Sherlock listens to him head down the stairs and exit the flat. After a few moments the tea kettle whistles and John comes back in, handing Sherlock a cup. He takes a sip and smiles when John turns his back. Despite not having good cooking skills, tea at least John can get near perfect.

"You can be a right ass sometimes, you know that?" John asks rhetorically.

"So I've been told John, so I've been told."