Waiting

It was already several days, since John left. The case seemed to be a five, so Sherlock didn't want to be bothered by it. But know, without John, the flat felt kind of empty.
"You miss him, don't you?" asked Mrs Hudson, when she brought him a dinner that night. Sherlock ignored the question, trying to look very busy with his research, waiting for Mrs. Hudson to leave the room. He did miss him. But he would never admit that out loud.
His phone rang. He looked at it unwillingly, hoping it’s Lestrade. It wasn’t.
„Coming back tomorrow,“ it said.