"Again, thank you Lestrade, We can't thank you enough," John said through the phone. Lestrade cleared his throat, trying to sound happy for the good doctor.

"You're welcome. It was no problem at all," Lestrade said into the phone. "Where's Sherlock?" There was a long pause on the other end of the phone before John finally returned.

"He went out. He's probably consulting with his network to see if they've heard of any new cases. He is bored out of his mind. He already repainted and shot the smiley in the living room!" John ranted through the phone. Lestrade felt a smile tug at his lips.

"Well, at least it'll feel like you've never left," Lestrade in hardly a whisper.

"Yeah, you won't believe how much we've missed this place." John sighed. "anyway, I'll see you soon probably! Bye and thanks again!" John shouted through the phone.

"John, wait-" It was too late. John had already hung up, leaving Lestrade sitting in the silence of his office. Lestrade glanced at his desk, pulling out a file of pictures. Most of them were from his birthday, but others were just of random days back at the flat with the two blogger detectives. Lestrade swallowed hard, glancing at his clock. His shift was over, but going home didn't feel right. Reluctantly, however he got up on his feet, taking the pictures with them and slowly shuffled from his office. His spirits were low and they were not going to get any better. He dreaded going to the empty flat he once called home. It used to be so vibrant and exciting to walk in there, but now that 221B was back in shape that was all over for him now. There would be no more crazy detectives blowing up his kitchen or scaring him with skulls and pranks. Sure he was going to get to see Sherlock and John again, but it wasn't the same. He thought over the past twenty days of living with his two closest friends. It had been an adventure he never would forget or want to forget. He had seen a Sherlock Holmes he and most others would never have imagined. He's seen him laugh and he's seen him at his breaking point. It had been the quickest twenty days of his life and the most fun. He continued shuffling down the street when a fire truck zipped past. Memories of that night he offered his house to them glided through his mind. He could just see the fires blackening the cozy flat of…wait a moment…wasn't that truck heading toward his flat? Lestrade stared out into the distance to see dark clouds coiling through the air. The hot stench of burning flames tainted the air. Not wasting another moment he ran at the dark cloud, his heart pounding in his chest.

Lestrade was shocked to find that it was in fact his flat that was completely engulfed in flames. People were screaming and crying as Firefighters ran past, trying to kill the army of red and orange that attacked his home. Lestrade covered his face with a hand, trying to keep the overpowering stench of burning wood from choking him. What had happened here? Lestrade's eyes brushed the area, watching as people crowded the around to see the burning building. He frowned at this. Didn't people have better things to do than watch people's homes burn down? Did they have to upload Twitter with everything? He watched as a news woman rushed up to the scene looking at the camera her coworker was holding and shouted in those usual fake worried reporter voices,

"I'm here at the scene live to give you all the details. So far it is unknown what has happened here tonight. According to sources no one was at home during the fires and no one was hurt…" Lestrade tuned her out, wondering what he was to do now. All of his things were in there. He's lost everything. Shaking his head he turned around, a flash of blue suddenly catching his eyes. Lestrade looked back into the crowed of strangers. There was one face in the crowd, who Lestrade knew perfectly well.

"Sherlock?" Lestrade called, rushing up to the detective. Sherlock turned to him; his blue eyes sparkling in the light of the fires, making them look like bright midnight stars.

"Hello, Lestrade," Sherlock stated, smiling at the detective. "Sorry about your flat." Lestrade frowned back at the fire that was reducing his home to rubble.

"What happened?" Lestrade asked, glancing back to the detective for a second. Boy it was good to see him. Sherlock looked up at the fire with him, shrugging casually and stating,

"Apparently some idiot dropped a spoon in a muffin batter and left it in the oven." Lestrade instantly stared daggers at the detective.

"Please tell me you didn't?" Lestrade mumbled. Sherlock smiled slightly, but shook his head.

"I have no idea what you are saying, Inspector," Sherlock chuckled. Red hot anger bubbled up inside Lestrade and he couldn't stop his fist from colliding with Sherlock's nose. Unlike John, Lestrade didn't care if he broke up the detective's face a bit.

"Sherlock, do you realize you just destroyed my home along with several other peoples?!" he screamed at the detective. Sherlock brushed the blood from his nose with his hand and stared at the detective; that crazy smile still on his face.

"Yes, well, don't worry about it," Sherlock stated. Lestrade stared at him dumfounded. Don't worry about it? He was homeless! Where was he going to live?! Sherlock watched Lestrade carefully, rolling his eyes at the DI.

"Seriously, Lestrade? Are you really that thick?" he asked. Lestrade frowned at him.

"What-" he stopped himself, realization finally hitting him. Sherlock's smile widened and he rested his hand against Lestrade's shoulder.

"Mycroft will take care of it and since you need somewhere to stay John and I will be glad to let you stay with us at new 221B since you took us in. Plus all your stuff is already packed into our tiny flat," Sherlock whispered. Lestrade smirked at the detective.

"Well played, Sherlock," he laughed. He glanced around the burning area. "You didn't really have to burn down a building to ask, but all in all I'm flattered. Shall we go home?" Sherlock glanced at the blazing fire and then glanced back in the direction of 221B.

"Yes, I think that's a brilliant idea."

Thanks for reading everyone! I'd like to thank all of you who have read, followed, favorited, reviewed, and given ideas for stories. I couldn't have done it without you. I may go back into some past chapters and correct errors or just add to the ones that were missing something. I'm planning on putting up a new series similar to this only involving not just Lestrade, Sherlock, and John, but the entire crew or I'll just branching off of this one with Lestrade living at new 221B. I'm not sure yet. what do you all think?

I'd like to thank Danaerys14 and kruzyabra for translating 20 Days. Danaerys14 translated my story into French. You can find it under Danaery14's fanfic page. Kruzyabra translated it in Russian. It, however is not on . you can find it here- /readfic/792877. Thank you guys! I am forever greatful!