The Interview

Sherlock's head was throbbing, the after effects of Heroin was exhausting. During, however, was exhilarating, almost liberating to Sherlock. He preferred cigarettes though. They gave him a sense of calmness, relaxation, it really cleared his mind. It was intriguing to him, all the different affects certain drugs could have on one person, in combination however, and that became tricky. Mix the wrong drugs and one could die. But that was the fun of it to Sherlock, he enjoyed experimenting, it was all about the data. He dedicated a whole section of his mind palace to how drugs affect the mind.

Sherlock sat in the holding cell along with many other people. He was caught with a fresh batch of Meth, Heroin, and two packs of cigarettes. The police caught him before he was able to experience both the Meth and Heroin at the same time. The cigarettes were for later, even though it is not a crime to have cigarettes, the police confiscated it anyway. It was only 1 in the morning, by noon Sherlock would be released. His brother would bail him out, because their parents would beg him too. It would be easy for Mycroft, now that he had a powerful position with the government. Sherlock know that it would be about noon that he would be released, Mycroft would want him to sit and stew and think about what he was doing with his life.

This wasn't the first time Sherlock had been arrested either. Most of the charges where minor, starting a fight in a bar, possession of drugs, meddling in detective cases, and insulting a police officer and his wife (that was more personal than a legality issue). Some of the officers knew Sherlock by name, most thought he was crazy but some thought he was a genius. He helped 3 murder cases indirectly, by telling the detective that they were one murder and not three separate cases. After the detective put the three cases side by side, they saw the pattern that Sherlock saw after looking at one crime scene and listening in on the conversation they were having about the other two.

Whenever Sherlock came in he would ask the guard how his kids where and tell them that there was an affair going on. He would tell the guards this so often that they ignored it. However there were a few who believed him and either found out the truth or confessed their sins. This night was different, instead of leaving him in a cell until his brother got him out, Sherlock was sent to a detective's office. The officer who had arrested him for his drug use came by his cell and opened the door. He walked up to Sherlock and put handcuffs on him.

Sherlock looked up, and mumbled "What? What is it?" His head got worse because of how loud his voice was. Even though he was curious as to what was going on, he hoped that the officer would decide not to answer.

"Someone wants to see you; they think you can help them solve a case. But I don't think you can." The officer pulled Sherlock up and pushed him out of the cell towards the elevator. Sherlock observed his surroundings; he took it all in, the smell, the way it looked. Some detectives where still around finishing up paper work, but Sherlock could picture how it would look during the day, full of people. The officer forced Sherlock down in a seat in front of a small desk, which Sherlock thought meant that a new detective was on this case, with a name placement that read 'Detective Lestrade'. Sherlock remembered seeing and hearing that name before, but he didn't have time to recall when or where because Lestrade came and sat at his desk with two cups of coffee.

"Thank you Jay." Lestrade smiled as officer Jay nodded his head and walked away mumbling about him being an idiot. Lestrade put one coffee in front of Sherlock and proceeded to take off his hand cuffs.

"So, you're the great Sherlock Holmes?" Lestrade scoffed. "Thanks for the tip, by the way. We never would have thought to put those three cases side by side. Thinking they were all killed by one person and not three. Not only did they all have the same mark on the palm of their right hand, but the killer picked his victims by the type of lotion they bought."

Sherlock smiled and tilted his head up. "You where that detective I told was an idiot?" Sherlock put extra emphasis on the work 'that'.

Lestrade looked down and took a sip of his coffee. "Not exactly, that was my partner. I decided to put the cases together and I found the killer. My partner didn't even consider there was one murderer, after you told him that he was an idiot, well; let's just say he didn't take it too well. Anyways after I decided to put the cases together, my partner thought I would hit a dead end and be called a fool for a while. He was wrong." Lestrade paused and took another sip of coffee. "Now I am doing more independent cases, my boss even thought about giving me my own division."

"So why am I here? I'm considered a junky to most of the police department. Why would you want help from a drug addict, who has a criminal record?" Sherlock already knew the answer, but he seemed to enjoy being admired.

"Most of your criminal record has been excused. I also think that you could really help us. Help me." He took a short pause, and both he and Sherlock drank some coffee. "I think you can see thing that other miss. You can be a genius, but you don't play well with others. I want you to help me with this missing person's case, if you do a good job and get clean off the drugs, you could help me with other cases."

"Like a consulting Detective?" Sherlock asked, he thought about the offer for a bit. Although it would not be easy to stop his habit, the fact that Sherlock could be inside the police department helping them see what right in front of their noses has seemed to have a greater effect on him. Frustrating at times but, he could always be cleaver and solve the case before anyone else could and a lot more could get done. If Lestrade got his own division, Sherlock would have his own specialized job. The idea of that, gave him great exhilaration, to have the trill of the chase all the time without being arrest by the police.

"If that's what you want to call it. Think of this case as a test run." Lestrade pulled out the case file, drank some more coffee, and handed it to Sherlock.

Sherlock took the case file and opened it. "It is 1:30 in the morning, why are we doing this now?"

Lestrade took another sip of his coffee and tried to suppress a yawn. "I asked the station to call me if they ever found you. I didn't think you would be arrested, besides I don't think the timing really matters. Tomorrow, well I suppose later today I'm going to see Jackie Tyler. I want to ask her some questions and would like you to come with me."

"Hmm." Sherlock looked down and began to read the file. The file was formed two days ago and 'Rose Tyler' had already been missing for one week. There was no picture in the case file, but it did mention the last person who saw Rose before she disappeared a 'Micky Smith' her boyfriend. "Has anyone talked to her boyfriend?" Sherlock asked looking up and taking a sip of his coffee.

"No. No one has interviewed Jackie or Micky. I just got assigned the case and made arrangements to meet with both of them. I did ask the station to try and find you, like I said before. However I was going to do this interview today with or without you." Lestrade went to take another sip of his coffee, but put the cup down disappointed. Sherlock grinned, Lestrade's sips where more like large gulps, and handed over his coffee to Lestrade. "Thank you."

Sherlock said nothing, he wasn't in the mood for coffee, and a cigarette on the other hand might help some of his Heroin after effects. "When do we get started?" Sherlock smirked.

Lestrade drove off the main road to a side street; there was a park with a black fence, and a few dodgy alley ways in between buildings. Not much light came through to the side road, the buildings where too tall. There were a few trees, and many residents, the apartment buildings seemed to go on forever. Lestrade parked the car and turned it off.

"Well, looks like this is it. Jackie's apartment is on the third floor." Lestrade said checking the address again.

"Why are we not doing this at the station again?" Sherlock sighed annoyingly.

"We want to make them feel comfortable, and Jackie refused to come to the station. She said it made her feel like a suspect."

"If she has nothing to hide, why would she feel like a suspect?" Sherlock question. Lestrade mumbled something and got out of the car, reluctantly Sherlock followed. "Did you say something, Lestrade?"

"Don't you think it would be good to see Rose's home? This is the best way to check the place out without a warrant."

"So, it's not because she thinks she is a suspect. You just don't want to get a warrant to search the place."

Lestrade looked at Sherlock trying to come up with a better explanation. "No, well yes, but."

"But you can't come up with anything better." Sherlock interrupted. They walked up to the third floor and looked for the apartment 321. When they arrived Lestrade knocked on the door, and Sherlock was already making deductions. There was a cat flap in the bottom middle of the door but no evidence of a cat, which meant that the previous owner had a cat. They had a telly which Sherlock could hear in the background. The door opened, before them stood Jackie Tyler. She had bleached blond hair, which was tied up in a messy bun, and eyeliner that could flag down a jet ; she wore an awful lot of makeup, and seemed like the kind of person who liked to hear the sound of their own voice.

They stepped inside, the walls were a burnt cyan colored and a few pink ones within some of the rooms, and there was a beige carpet in the sitting area and grey tile floor in the kitchen and a dark pine wood on the rest of the floors. Walking in Sherlock noticed that Jackie's room was the first on the right, because there where pictures of her and her husband as well as their daughter. Sherlock noticed that Jackie did not wear a ring, but she used to, which meant that her husband either left and she still loved him, because of the picture in the room, or that he died. There was a spare room on the first left; Rose's room was second on the right, seeing as there was a picture on the mirror of her and Micky that Sherlock could see as he passed by the opened door. The kitchen was the second on the left, and there was also a blue themed bathroom and the living room is right outside of the kitchen. Jackie led them to the sitting room.

"Have a seat please. Micky, the detectives are here." Jackie called over to the next room.

Sherlock saw Micky Smith come out of the kitchen, and it looked like he was working on the sink. Right away Sherlock could tell that he was a very handy man, healthy, young, and smart. A mechanic by the way he was trying to cover up car grease on his cloths.

"Just one more min, I'm almost done in here."

Jackie nodded, proceeded to turn off the telly, and sat down. "So you're the detectives trying to find Rose?" her voice was shaky, almost like she was going to cry. Even though she put on a smile and acted calm, Sherlock and even Lestrade could tell that she was not.

"Yes, we just wanted to ask you when you last saw Rose." Lestrade asked compassionately and leaned forward on the couch he was sitting on. Sherlock was taking note of the house and its settings, Jackie Tyler's state of mind as well as Micky Smith, who just walked into the room. He seemed nervous, like he was hiding something.

"Last time I saw Rose was just before the mannequin attack. You remember that don't you? Well, Rose came home late from work and she told me a crazy story of how some mannequin's tried to killer her, but she was saved by some mysterious man wearing a leather coat, green shirt and black jeans. She said that he called himself 'the Doctor'. When I asked 'Doctor who?' she told me it was 'just the Doctor'. I didn't believe her, I mean how could I? It was just nonsense. The next day Micky came over for a visit. Rose had the day off, and this mysterious man showed up trying to get through the cat flap. After he left, Rose went to find out more about who this 'Doctor' was. After that she was with Micky, and I went shopping, and, and." Jackie couldn't compose herself any longer and burst into tears. Micky rushed to her side and gave her a hug. "Micky saw her last with that Doctor, but he doesn't know where they went, or if she's even with him anymore. Who knows what he's gotten her into?"

"Hmmm, very interesting. What can you tell me about this Doctor?" Sherlock asked clapping both hands together and bringing them up to his nose deep in thought.

"I already told you." Jackie began trying to not cry.

"Not you, him. You said Micky saw your daughter go with the Doctor, are you sure you don't know where they went?"

"It's just like Jackie said, 'leather jacket, black jeans, green shirt', he also had a buzz cut like in the military."

"Yes, but how did they leave? How did they travel? Was it by car, train, taxi?" Sherlock began to raise his voice; he could tell Micky was hiding something. He started to sweat from his forehead, his hands where getting clammy and he was rubbing them on his jeans. Lestrade gave Sherlock a warning look, which he completely ignored.

"I dunno, I didn't see how they left. She just sort of ran with him I tried to follow but I couldn't keep up." Micky was stumbling for answers, and Sherlock gave a cocky grin.

"A young, healthy fellow like you, surly you could keep up with your girlfriend."

"I told you, I just couldn't keep up!" Micky yelled at Sherlock.

"What exactly are you suggesting?" Jackie Tyler demanded worried.

Before Sherlock could reply, Lestrade gave a loud cough to try and get Sherlock's attention. Sherlock looked over annoyed, and Lestrade got up from his seat.

"Thank you very much for your time. We will do everything we can to find your daughter. If we could just get that picture you were going to drop off, it would save you a trip to the station." Lestrade spoke very politely. Jackie nodded, looked deadly at Sherlock and got up to get the picture.

"Now what really happened?" Sherlock inquired of Micky.

He looked down at the floor and whispered. "You wouldn't believe me."

"Micky, if you know something that could help us find Rose, you need to tell us." Lestrade spoke in a quiet voice. Just before Micky could explain him-self, Jackie walked back into the room with a picture of Rose and handed it to Detective Lestrade.

"There you are thank you for looking. I hope we find her soon." Jackie said hopefully.

"So do we. Thank you again for talking with us, and for the picture." Lestrade headed for the front door, Sherlock followed behind looking at Micky but not saying a word.

They opened the door, and went down the stairs to Lestrade's car. Just before they got to their car, Micky ran up to them waving his arm in the air. He was ready to tell them the truth.

Ok, so here is the next Chapter. I know there are still some gaps to fill, and that I missed that the Doctor actually visited before Rose disappeared, but I still hope you enjoyed it. Again, for those of you wondering how old Sherlock is he is 20-21. Just coming out of his drug phase, I considered a chapter of Sherlock in University but the chapter never really came together, which is why this one took me so long to write. I hope I got you hooked, and cannot wait to read any and all comments left by you. Feedback is very important to me, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Hoped you liked it!