A/N okay this was going to be a one shot but I have decided to extend it but it will be slow because I'm working on the sequels to Blind.
enjoy!
Chapter two
Baker Street
John watched Sherlock as the detective was asleep. It was a very rare occurrence that this happened as Sherlock resented sleep, boring, waste of brain power, waste of valuable time...John had heard it all. He watched as suddenly Sherlock went rigid his hands reached up to protect his head as though someone was beating him.
Holmes residence...
Sherlock dressed efficiently with an uncharacteristic black hoodie packed in his bag. As soon as he was away from Mummy and Mycroft he'd slip it on. He was alone.
He headed down the street ducking into a dark side alley. He saw the old hotel he was looking for. Slipping on the hoodie he rapped three times on the door, a large obtuse man answered.
"Yes?"
"I am looking for powder keg?"
"You a copper?"
"No"
"Name"
"Sherlock Holmes"
the large man stepped aside letting Sherlock past.
"Are you Powder keg?" Sherlock asked in a confident arrogant voice.
"Aye thats me what do you want?"
"Cocaine"
"You got the money?"
"Yes"
John watched Sherlock in ran over to him desperate to wake him up. "Sherlock wake up!"