Baker Street had been sorely missed by both men. Sherlock thought about the changes to his life he had to make. John agreed to move back in; which was a good result. Sherlock needed John now more than ever.

It was a week before John allowed Sherlock to check in with Lestrade at Scotland Yard. Sherlock needed a case before he began shooting the wall again.

Sherlock's eyes bulged and began to dart around the corridors of Scotland Yard. "Sherlock, are you about to have an episode?" John asked in a whisper. Sherlock nodded in reply. "There's a restroom; go and take your meds… I'll hang around by here."

Sherlock leapt through the door, not wanting to waste any time. John just stared out of a nearby window.

The restroom was dank, but not unclean. Sherlock retrieved the pill bottle from his pockets. He was on Chlorpromazine; which was the antipsychotic he responded best to. He shook the bottle, allowing the appropriate dose of the small red pills to fall into his palm.

Anderson opened the restroom door. He froze when he saw Sherlock knocking back some pills. Sherlock hadn't notice him so he quickly slipped out of the room. He knew Sherlock was back on drugs. "That must be why he's taken leave for a week! He must have been getting high all that time!" Anderson thought. He had to find Sally.

…

Sally was at her desk, filling out paperwork like the good employee she was when Anderson came up to her. "Hey, Philip. Can't come over tonight, sorry; lots of work to do…" She began.

"You'll never guess what I just saw…" Anderson smiled an evil smile.

"Must be interesting to get you to look like that…" Sally smirked.

"I just saw the psychopath…" Anderson smirked, "Taking pills in the restroom."

"The freak's back on drugs?" Sally tried to suppress a smug grin, to no avail.

"That's what it looks like. We should tell Lestrade…"

"Or… We could name and shame him in front of everyone!"

"Explain…"

"This is what we're going to do –"

"Anderson! Donovan! Crime scene! Now!" Called Lestrade.

"Right away, sir!" Sally answered, "We'll discuss this at the scene…"

…

"How'd it go?" John asked as Sherlock emerged from Lestrade's office.

"Great! Triple homicide! Lestrade's just got the call and thought I may as well go with him straight away as it is very interesting!" Sherlock beamed.

"You doing ok after earlier?" John's brow furrowed.

"Yeah, fine." Sherlock quickly dismissed.

"Audio or visual hallucination?"

"Audio."

"Which was…?"

"Nothing much."

"Just tell me, Sherlock. You said you'd tell me about your episodes…"

"It was just Sargent Donovan saying I'm a freak and a psychopath and to just go die."

"Oh, Sherlock…" John sighed with a sympathetic smile.

"John, my terms were that I'd tell you if you didn't apply sentiment. I heard it, it freaked me out at the time, but it wasn't real."

"Fine. So, about this murder; what makes it so interesting?"

"All three victims were drowned in liquid nitrogen." Sherlock smiled more than a little wider than he should have.

"Yikes! Not a way I'd like to go…" John shrugged.

"Oh well, at least it's interesting and will prevent me from shooting the wall…"

"A little respect Sherlock…" John frowned. Sherlock only shrugged.

Hey guys! Anderson and Donovan really are idiots! They both need to learn how to shut up and leave poor Sherlock alone! (I know I wrote it! Just saying!)

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