School had been in session for about two weeks and Eleanor's parents had forced her to get a job when she kept scamming money off her parents to look after Sherlock.

Sherlock's behaviour had been steadily growing worse and worse over the time Eleanor had known him. Eleanor was being forced to pay off Sherlock's debts when he tried to get information, and she had to pay for his food and shelter until he moved into her office. She was also trying to get Sherlock off the drugs...again.

Do I really want to know where he keeps getting all of this stuff? You shouldn't trust any of the dealers in Salisbury, Elizabeth, and Parafield Gardens; you have no idea just what they put into their stuff...

She had been in her office since four in the morning and it was getting scarily close to her next shift.

Gods damn it Sherlock, I start work at nine...

He had been out all night, so Eleanor thought now was a good time to do a spot of cleaning and removal. It hadn't been going well. Thus far she had removed twelve small bags of crack, seven syringes, three bongs (probably stolen from the club), two pipes, and fifty-eight bottles of various alcohols.

I'm so glad most of these aren't open...

She had changed into her work uniform hours ago; she had already figured she would be there a while. Collecting all the narcotics she could find, she stuffed them into a bag and left her office. Eleanor carried the bag until she got to the nearest bin she could find.

Then she caught a bus and went to work, carrying the bag with her.

She ran in the door just in time for the start of her shift.

"Astounding. Eleanor Winchester has arrived to work on time today. Congratulations. A round of applause for this world shattering event, somebody please alert the Vatican," said her boss, seeing her run in the door.

"There's no need to be so cynical, sir," Eleanor said, catching her breath.

"Cynical? Every day you come gallivanting to work at all sorts of hours, this is the first time you've been to work on time since you started here."

"I'm really sorry, sir. I'm trying my best to do everything right, but things keep getting in the way..."

"Eleanor, I don't care. You're a big girl. You have responsibilities. You can't go around chasing flights of fancy anymore. Eleanor, if you don't grow up you'll never get anywhere in life."

"I think I need to start working, sir. May I go now?"

"That's the spirit. You're on the front. Start serving."

Thank goodness he didn't ask about my bag...

Her boss started to turn away, but then something occurred to him.

"Oh Eleanor, what's in that bag?" he asked, turning back to her.

"Just some stuff I was getting rid of for a friend."

Her boss gave her a suspicious glare then turned and walked away. Quickly hurrying to her locker, Eleanor stuffed the bag inside.

Her break was nearly over when she received a text from Sherlock.

Pursuing criminal, wouldn't mind help – SH

She rolled her eyes.

Too busy, at work – EW

After a few seconds her phone bleeped again.

Okay – SH

She suddenly had a very bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

This is not going to end well...