Another body. A real estate agent from Surrey.
That was all he knew. All anyone would let him know. And by let, he meant 'didn't change their passwords to anything that couldn't be deduced in one try'.
Jim rolled his eyes up to look at Sherlock while sipping his tea.
"They still won't let you on the crime scenes?"
Sherlock stood at the window, glaring out over the street below, arms crossed tightly across his chest. "No."
"So unfair."
"Yes."
"And criminally stupid of them. They're all idiots, you know."
"Yes."
"I really don't know why you even WANT to work with them."
"Because...it's...well... because." Sherlock sighed, turned away from the window and flopped down in his arm chair before picking up his tea and glaring accusingly at it.
"Don't you take your tea with milk?"
"Yes."
"Well, it's not the tea's fault you forgot to buy any. Now, who am I today?"
Sherlock took a disconsolate sip of his tea, looked at Jim and smirked. "A gay IT worker?"
Jim laughed. "Geeeeze...Don't go telling my girlfriend that!"
Sherlock snorted, grinning. "Girlfriend? New?"
"Yes...couple days. Nice girl. Sweet, loyal, affectionate...BORING. Has her uses, but I think I'll have to shake her off soon...I was hoping the gay thing would send her on her way, but of course, I when visited her today she didn't pick up on a thing, making it seem entirely likely that she would have to literally catch me in the act of snogging some bloke in a supply closet before she puts the pieces I've given her together. People. Ugh. HATE them."
Sherlock laughed, sipping at his tea again, then grimacing. "Tell me about it."