Of Pipes and Pens

by Windslayer

Because the lives of the two men of 221b Baker Street are never dull, even on the most seemingly ordinary days. Drabble series. No particular order, nonslash.

21. Why?

"There was a death today down at the hospital Holmes," I awkwardly begin.

"And what the devil does that have to do with me?" He recognizes what is coming.

"It was death from a cocaine overdose."

Holmes merely shrugs, as I suspected he would and avoids my gaze.

"As I thought. Nothing to do with me, my dear Watson."

He doesn't think I know. Doesn't think I can recognize the fact that the doses are getting higher. Or else, heaven help us, he already realizes that I know, and does nothing to stop it because he is powerless to stop himself.