2 years later

[speaking in French]

"(y/n) your Harry baker is here." My assistant said and I waved a hand in the air to send him in. Harry baker new model for vogue, needed a new wardrobe to keep up his appearance when not working.

"Good to see you again Harry." I smiled walking over giving him a kiss to the cheek and a brief hug.

"Likewise, they said my wardrobe is ready." I nodded ringing a bell and the same assistant came in.

"Yes, on the way to your home. I have this outfit ready for you." Gesturing to the change room next door he nodded.

"A little excessive don't you think." He said when looking down to his outfit.

"Not with those shoes now go." Shooing him off I went back over to my desk typing away. I've been living between France and London for the past two years. Six months here and six months there. I've become more famous in the fashion world and now I have a growing business in a fashion line I've made. Although I'm still foremost a Fashion consultant everything else runs on its own. The office phone rang and I answered while going through my next client's fashion week outfits.

"Yes?" I questioned and she was slightly confused about something.

"A letter has come for you in the mail..." Is it Mycroft. We set up a system, All I asked from him is to know if anything happened to Sherlock, I didn't need to know where or why just if he was alive. I'd gotten three letters written in code which Mycroft takes pride in making it harder to crack.

"Thanks, Sarah, now I've done up all the outfits. Just go and collect them, please. I have a meeting to attend to."

....

I'd just parked my car outside my large apartment calling up Mrs Hudson

"Mrs Hudson how are you?" I smiled into the phone once she picked up.

'(y/n) darling hows Franse?'

"It's lovely and sunny out today. I've been getting everything ready for fashion week. Just wanted to call about you unlocking my apartment, I'll be taking a visit." Tossing my keys to the bench near the door I made sure to lock it.

'Why so sudden. You're not due back here for another month.' She always kept it in her calendar when I come back. Such a sweet woman.

"Well, I have a hunch about something. I'll need to make a few calls but I should arrive by tomorrow." Talking while going through my apartment I gathered up clothes for the trip followed by opening up the letter.

'I'm looking forward to it. Don't work too hard.' SMiling once more we hung up.

"Working as hard as ever I see." My whole body froze and the phone dropped into my bed.

"Sh-Sherlock?" Slowly turning around he stood there looking as if he hadn't left. "You're here." I breathed and walked right up to Sherlock who stood at the door frame as I teared up a little. "It's been so long." I breathed into his neck wrapping myself tighter around him.

"Two years and five days." Breathlessly laughing into his coat he lifted my head up to kiss me softly. "You were what I missed the most." Shutting him up with another kiss I heard someone clear there throat.

"Also this is a heartwarming since we really need to get going." Mycroft stood not that far from Sherlock looking around my apartment. "I see you've moved up in the world (y/n)."

"I'm sure you already knew that Mycroft," I said back tossing the letter to him that wasn't opened yet. "I'll be driving my car thank you, don't want it lying about while I'm away." I spoke while shutting my suitcase and dialling a number.

"Sarah I've called to inform you I'm going to London a month early. I trust you can put everything together for fashion week while I'm away."

'B-but your clients....'

"Don't worry everything's on my computer ordered by the last name. Ta ta." Hanging up the phone a grin spread across my face sliding past Sherlock to head towards the door.

"It would be better if we all drove together." I waved him off when I grabbed my keys.

"I trust I'll see you once back in London... Sherlock, are you coming?" Poking my head from around the corner he followed making me smile. "Making sure to lock the door." I sounded out making sure Mycroft heard before I shut to door.

[speaking in French]

"(y/n) leaving so suddenly?" My neighbour/landlady said and I smiled.

"Yes, not sure when I'll be back. Could you please do the normal and get Sam to clean the place every two months. Don't want things to go too out of whack."

"Of course love." Waving her off I put everything in the boot in time to see Sherlock sit in the passenger seat.

[Speaking in english]

"Five hours to London." He said and I smiled turning on the engine.

"four and a half easy."

....

Sherlock went off to find John Which I knew would only lead to a bloody nose. I was right of course because when he came back giving Mrs Hudson a heart attack I needed to fix him up. sighing as I applied the wet towel to his nose Sherlock hissed a little. I sat next to him on his bed which was a little dusty but I made sure to clean it secretly when I'd stay for the six months downstairs.

"How many times did he punch you?" Questioning him this Sherlock he drew his attention back to me.

"Punched me twice and head butted me once." Shaking my head he stared at me taking in my features.

"I told you I should have talked to him before hand. Too late now I suppose." I'd finished and started cleaning up the disinfectant bottle and cloth. "Why did you tell me but not John?" This question lead to Sherlock tapping his fingers thinking something over.

"Well I wasn't sure if John could keep to himself. It wasn't in the plan originally to tell you but.... The way you cried it just broke me." A tired smile spread across my face. Sherlock moved to kiss me softly.

"Sherlock Holmes if I didn't cry when hearing my boyfriend 'died' what type of person would I be?" He kissed me once more tangling his fingers through my hair. "I love you." My murmur came out muffled and with that Sherlock pulled me down in the bed.