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Chapter 8
John didn't know what to do as he paced frantically down the corridor for the fifth time that week.
"John just sit" beckoned Lestrade.
Unusually, John did as he was told but only because he wasn't in the mood for another lecture about how Lestrade could deal with things and he could just go home and sleep. John new that was the case, it didn't make things any easier on him, after all it was his fault.
John sighed as Lestrade opened his mouth to speak, emitting the same nonsense about how without Sherlock there were no cases, or rather no cases could be solved so it really wasn't any trouble for Lestrade to stay and after all he had nowhere else to be.
That was it John just sprung out of his seat.
"Look, I know you mean well but I'm staying" He told him, a little too loudly, as people walking turned to stare. John was looking a little worse for wear; he needed little else to attract the attention of nosy passersby.
A man in fresh green scrubs squeaked down the corridor towards them, a file in his left hand.
"Mr Watson, Mr Lestrade" He said acknowledging and nodding. "Would you like to talk in my office" he said, gesturing to the room behind them.
Lestrade and John nodded, somewhat an inability to speak amongst them.
The doctor smiled understandingly and led them through, silently they sat for a few moments before he began to speak.
"As you know previous results were inconclusive" The Doctor began.
John nodded impatient, urging the man to get to the point.
"But results have proved a little more informative this time." He continued. "It seems Mr Holmes condition is being brought about by some sort of drug, found in his system."
"What does that mean then?" John interrupted.
The doctor looked at John and then at Lestrade, seeming unsure about how he should continue.
"Do you know of the possibility that Mr Holmes could have been consuming a drug?"
Lestrade knew John was too tired but he couldn't stop him. Watson rose from his seat, his fist hitting the desk.
"What are you trying to say?" He started. "You don't know Sherlock what sort of accusation are you making?" He questioned. "Sherlock is a law abiding citizen-"John felt a hand on his shoulder, warning him to stop, he'd gotten carried away.
"As that may be, sometimes situations affect people, they get involved in things they shouldn't and-"
"No, Sherlock doesn't do drugs." John shouted he was furious; at least he was willing to stand up for his friend.
The doctor sighed, clearly anticipating such a reaction, he turned to Lestrade.
"In your opinion, how high is the possibility that Mr Holmes is a user?"
"Very, unlikely" Lestrade replied instantly, but then he thought, it did seem a reasonable explanation for Sherlock's behaviour. He had always been so strange.
But he kept that thought to himself.
"Well then, we need to assume that Mr Holmes is being poisoned and obviously that will involve an investigation..."
"An investigation that I will conduct immediately" Lestrade interrupted, suddenly realising that he didn't even know where to begin.
"Very Well" the doctor agreed, all three rose from their seats and left the office, Lestrade and Watson shook the doctors hand, thanking him for his help.
"Can I see Sherlock?" John asked just before they left.
"Unfortunately, not we treat drug patients in isolation; contact with the outside world tends to delay the healing process. But I can assure you that Mr Holmes is stable and in good hands" The doctor replied.
John wanted to protest but he thought better of it "Ok, well thank you" he said and followed Lestrade out.
"We'll keep you up to date on his progress" the doctor tried to assure him. But John had gone.
In the car, John sat in a world of his own, worrying about Sherlock and blaming himself.
"It's not your fault." Lestrade told him, as if reading his mind. "There's motive, someone was out to get him." Lestrade aimed to reassure him, but this did little.
"Exactly so if they were out to get Sherlock, they might be out to get me." John argued.
"Well, if your that worried you can come and stay with me," Lestrade told him.
John nodded his words silent over the ring of Lestrades phone. The inspector took it from his pocket and passed it to John.
John accepted the call "Lestrades phone." He groaned.
"Hi, it's Phil from the morgue err who's this?" he asked.
"John Watson"
"Can I speak to Lestrade"
"He's driving, he's asked me to relay the message" John groaned, wishing the man would get to the point.
"Ok", the man sounded sceptical, so John put him on speaker phone.
"Lestrade here" The detective inspector told him. "What's up?"
"Can you get to the morgue, we've got a body, interesting case, looks like an overdose but nobody understands what the drug is, and it's looking suspicious." The man told him.
"Give me ten minutes" Lestrade informed him, John cut the call.
"Do you know what this means?" John said, giddy with excitement.
"I know what it could mean but let's not get our hopes up." He said to John.
"Always the kill joy." He replied, seeming somewhat happier.
They continued in silence both knowing Sherlock might get help sooner than they thought.
It's been so long! Happy reading R and R
