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Sober
Joan stared at her reflection in the mirror above the sink and tried to work out what was going on. She had long since stopped being Sherlock's sober coach. His father hadn't paid her to keep an eye on him for months. Working with the police had given him a new obsession. One which she was sure would be just as deadly as the drugs he had taken before they had met.
"You ok in there? Watson?" She turned as she heard him call through the bathroom door.
"Out in a minute." She called back and turned away from the mirror. She had no idea why he was being so impatient.
"Good. Well, thirty-six sessions have passed."
"I said a minute."
"I see. Time is an abstract concept to you. We are wanted at a homicide scene."
"Ok." She opened the bathroom door and walked through the living room. Various books and papers littered the furniture as he stormed past her. Rolling her eyes she grabbed her coat. "Murder?"
"What?"
"You said there was Yes. Watson, keep up."
"Hold on."
"What now?"
"You said there was a murder. Where is the murder scene? Does the Captain actually want us there?"
"Captain Gregson called. I assume that means he wants us there."
"Why do I do this?" Joan glared at him in disbelief.
"Because you are unable to work as a doctor through your own lack of confidence and self belief, despite being excellent at your work. My father has stopped paying you to be my sober coach, hence you were in need of employment and I was in need of an associate."
"I didn't mean that."
"Then what did you mean? " He stared at her, completely lost. "I find your emotional outburst to be somewhat irrational considering there is a murderer currently walking the streets of New York. Detective Bell is waiting for us. Come on."
"Ok, ok." Joan glared at him. "Lead the way."
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A/N Should I go on?