Lestrade walked into his office after a brief conversation with Sally. As soon as he walked in, he noticed her. Whoever this 'her' was.

She was sitting in his chair, which was turned around, making it so that he could only see the top of her head and the sleeves of her jacket.

Brown hair. Leather jacket.

"Excuse me", he said while walking towards his chair, coffee in hand. "Who are you?"

"Rule one", the woman spoke. "Never ask who someone is. They probably will never tell you."

Lestrade stood in spot.

"Rule two, never hold coffee while you are nervous."

Lestrade looked down at his shaking hand just as coffee spilled all over it, burning him.

"Rule three, never make someone upset because you should know who they are by their voice but you're just too slow to realize."

Lestrade furrowed his brows, thinking.

"Who's so smart they would know everything even when turned around?" she asked, giving him questions that would lead him to who she is. "Who would know you had coffee and who would know where you are standing just by brilliant deductions?"

"Emma", he whispered.

Emma turned around. "Finally, Greg! I was getting worried for a second."

Lestrade laughed. "That was very good."

Emma smiled. "Thank you."

"Just one question", he finally put his coffee remains on the table, knowing that he was safe. "Why are you here?"

"This is the not so good part." She frowned, "It's about Sherlock."

"I'll go get John and Mycroft."

"We'll meet up back at 221 B", she confirmed. "Got myself a key."

He started to walk out, but turned around in the doorway. "He gave you a key? Are you two...?"

"Greg", she got up and ushered him out the door. "Let's focus on what is important right now."

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Mary and John were sitting together on the couch, the baby in its crib, resting. They were going to fall asleep, having a little nap themselves, when a knock was heard from the door. Mary groaned.

"It's probably Sherlock", John told her while getting up. "He's the king of perfect timing."

John opened the door to reveal Lestrade.

"Lestrade, what's going on? You never come here."

"Lestrade?" Mary muttered to herself as she got off the couch.

John and Mary stood in front of the doorway. John put his arm around Mary's waste and spoke, "Last time you came here..." His face turned grim.

"That's what I'm here about; Sherlock. We should go out and get Mycroft."

Lestrade went to wait in the cab as John put on his coat.

"I hope it's nothing bad", Mary kissed him, remembering how John reacted post Sherlock's death and when he came back. Not good at all.

"Yes", he whispered to himself while walking to the cab. "Nothing bad... nothing bad..."

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John walked into a room where no one was talking. No noise was coming from anyone, not even the sound of them breathing, even though they all were. He carefully tread, not wanting to disturb the silence. He got a notepad and a pen out from his pocket and scribbled on it.

'Mycroft?'

The man behind the desk led him to another room, where Mycroft was sitting behind his own desk.

"John", he spoke. Even though he's one of the smartest men alive, he still needed to ask. "What brings you here?"

When John walked closer to him, Mycroft looked into his eyes. He was holding back tears.

John drew in a breath. Without him saying anything, Mycroft already knew what it was. "It's about Sherlock."

Mycroft quickly stood up and put on his coat. "Tell Lestrade I'll be out in a second."

With that, John left, and Mycroft followed seconds after.

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They were all sitting in 221 B. John was in his usual chair, Lestrade got one from the kitchen table, Mycroft sat on the couch, and Emma sat in Sherlock's chair.

Mrs. Hudson walked into the room with a tea tray. She placed it on the coffee table and quickly left.

All three men looked at Emma. "What did you hear?" Lestrade asked.

Emma picked up her tea and sipped it, the beverage burning her throat on the way down and her not caring one bit. Or at least, she didn't show it.

She put the cup back on the coffee table and played with the 221 B key in her hands.

She looked up at them. "You won't like the answer."

"No, go ahead", John piped up. "Tell us. We're all here."

"But you really won't like my answer..."

"Say it anyways." John said. "We're all ears."

Emma sighed. "He... jumped off a building."

"Are you bloody joking? This happened again?" John shot up from his chair, Lestrade immediately holding him back.

"Well.." Emma started.

"What kind of sick joke is this Emma?" Lestrade joined in. He tried shoving John back into his chair.

Mycroft only laughed. Emma looked at him and narrowed her eyes. She then looked back at John and Lestrade. "You might want to sit down."

"Why?" John asked.

"Because that didn't happen", Sherlock stepped out from his room, only in bed sheets.

"What's going on?" John asked as the two of them sat down.

"Oh, I have no idea", Sherlock walked over to the tea tray. "It was all Emma's idea." He sipped his tea, satisfied with its taste. Mrs. Hudson does make the best tea.

"Okay, Emma", Lestrade started in on her. "Why?"

"I needed help on a case", she answered innocently. "I didn't mean to cause this much... distress."

Everyone could tell John was about to blow up with anger, but Lestrade put his hand, his coffee burnt hand, on his shoulder, stopping the eruption. Why Lestrade was always doing this for John? No one can tell you. Why John was upset? Easy to see right away and a question you shouldn't have even asked.

"Yes, yes", Sherlock spoke up again. "But I know what you are all wondering--"

Everyone furrowed their brows, even Emma.

"Oh, come on", he leaned towards the table to pick up his tea, again. It did taste very good. "Why does Emma have a key?"

They all glanced at the key in her lap.

Emma shrugged. "What?"