John returns from honeymoon and finds a lot has happened in his absence
John yawned widely, rubbing the back of his neck as he climbed the stairs leading to flat B. He heard shuffling movements from his friend’s bedroom and glanced at the time with a roll of his eyes; it was past ten in the morning, but then Sherlock had never been an ‘early bird’. He darted around the flat, tiptoeing silently as he searched for what he had come for. He heard the bedroom door open and sighed.
“I didn’t mean to wake you, I was looking for-“ he turned around and his jaw dropped comically; Molly Hooper was standing in the doorway, ruffling her extremely tousled hair and grinning from ear to ear, tugging down on the hem of a very old shirt of Sherlock’s, “the, uh, wedding video.”