The Great Detective
By thedragonaunt
He is the great detective and he used to work alone,
Always on his laptop or tapping on his phone,
Until he met the doctor and everything just changed
But instead of mourning what he'd lost, he welcomed what he'd gained.
He never thought he'd say this but he had found a friend
Who tolerated all his quirks, though they drove him round the bend.
Experiments in the kitchen, fridge full of body parts,
Risking his life, time and again, to prove that he was smart,
Midnight Bach concertos, not needing food or sleep,
But then came Moriarty and he had to make that leap.
To save his friends, he did it. He didn't have a choice.
A fake, he said, a magic trick, a quiver in his voice.
The doctor mourned his passing; he didn't get the clue.
Time went by. He found a wife to start his life anew.
But now he's back, with bloodied nose the payment for his crime
'Will he ever forgive me?' 'He loves you. Give him time.'
ooOoo