I had been greeted by Mrs.Hudson as soon as I got home to 221b.

"Keyland! You are finally back! Oh I was so worried!" She said bringing me in for a hug. The agent who brought me home stood awkwardly in the doorway.

"Who is your friend Keyland?" Mrs. H asked. 

"Agent Thomson Ma'am." The man stated as he handed me my bag.

"Would you like some tea Agent Thomson?" She smiled at the nonplussed man. 

"Thank you, but no. I have to get back to work." He replied, stone-faced. 

"Oh well, thank you for bringing my Keyland back safely!" She beamed. 

"You are welcome Ma'am." He replied with a curt nod as Mrs. Hudson closed the door.

 She frowns at me. "Well, that was a bit rude."

"He has very important secret agent things to do, I'm sure Mrs. Hudson." I placate. 

"But still..." She said with an annoyed look.

I gave her another hug.

She smiled at me as I pulled back, then jumped.

"What is it!?" I ask.

"A package came for you I almost forgot!" She said rather annoyedly. 

"Oh?" I ask. 

"Yes I just put it here on the floor, it was very heavy." She replies with her hands on her hips. 

"Oh well thanks. I'll take it to my room then, get it out of everyone's way." I smile. 

"Thank you dear, and when you have finished opening it. You come have some tea with me!" She smiled in a motherly fashion. 

"Will do." I replied giving her a kiss on the cheek.

I hauled the heavy box into my room and set it on my bed. I peeled the tape off it and looked at the contents confusedly.

Newspapers...

And the headlines almost made me vomit.

'50 Times a Night in Baker Street'

'He made me wear the hat.'

I could only skim the stories but the headlines told me all I needed to know.

Sherlock hadn't been faithful.

It was foolish of me to think that what we had was special. That he loved me. I was just fooling myself.

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach as I read the awful words.

The awful awful words... 

I slid off my bed as the tears fell from my eyes. I'd never felt so stupid or hurt before in my life. I sobbed, muffling my cries with my hand as I stared off into the distance.

...

But after a few minutes I finally had one rational thought...

Who sent me this?

Further inspection of the outside of the box had me wondering...

Ah, there was a note at the bottom of the box,

'Just thought you should know.'

I knew this handwriting, I sniffed and my nose confirmed who had sent this note...

Moriarty. I could smell his cologne. 

Jim Moriarty, who rarely told the truth...

So one thing became clear to me. I needed to hear the truth, straight from the horse's mouth.

I would find this 'Janine' girl.

I took a cleansing breath and walked over to my closet. I needed a wardrobe change before I had tea with Mrs. Hudson.

I chose a light blue dress with capped sleeves and lace at the collar. I ran a brush through my hair and de-tangled the black curls. Then with one final satisfied glance in the mirror I walked out the door to have some tea with Mrs. Hudson.