Sherlock has found a new drug dealer. Rick Hudson has the best cocaine anyone's ever tried, and Sherlock tells himself that's why he keeps coming over to Rick's house. It's certainly got nothing to do with the fact that Mrs. Hudson is British and makes fabulous scones. He is not homesick, thank you, and Mrs. Hudson certainly does not remind him of Mummy; the fact that she's always impeccably dressed and has the same favourite colour as Mummy is just a coincidence. (Mummy's been gone six years. It would be foolish of me to still miss her!)
In any case, Sherlock enjoys Mrs. Hudson's company, and as the months wear on, he finds that he's worried about her. Everyone from Pensacola to Key West has heard the stories of what Rick does to junkies who don't pay, or people who take a share of his business, or people who simply look at him cross-eyed. Even if the stories are only half true, he's a dangerous man.
Sherlock's greatest fear is that Rick will one day lose his legendary temper with Mrs. Hudson.
A/N: Since you've all been ever so good, you get two chapters today.