Heres Sherlock's introduction enjoy. I took it down for some additional editing :)
Chapter 2 – Sherlock
Sherlock was good seeing things that other people didn't see such as the short fat bald man with the nicorette patches had been smoking just a few minutes earlier. He was obviously not trying to quit smoking but Sherlock felt that the quitting was probably just forced upon the man by his equally ugly and fat wife. Sherlock of course was obviously not standing right next to the man otherwise the deduction would be just too easy. The man was far enough away that Sherlock could not smell the smoke but could see the excited tremor in his hands and the slight sprinkling of ash on his shoes. Sherlock began to wonder how oblivious this wife of his must have been to miss all the signs of the fat mans fraud. Sherlock just rose to inform her of her husband's lies when his wrist was grabbed and he was tugged round to face Sarah the hospital manager "Sherlock you should be in A&E helping them with overflow, its Friday night and its pretty busy over there"
"why should I help I deal in Diagnosis not in drunks and broken arms" Sherlock gave her the look that he gives every idiot who had tried to force him to work in A&E, there was no way this woman would ever get him to go there he would have preferred having sex with the fat mans ugly wife over ever setting one pinkie toe in A&E.
It only took twenty minutes for Sherlock to appear in A&E Sarah had been very persuasive and even promised him his own bench down in pathology, he could run all the crazy tests he liked so long as he turned up here and did two hours in A&E every Friday night. Sherlock figured he had gained more out of this bargain than she had. Boy was he wrong.
It only took Sherlock ten minutes to storm out of A&E there was no way he was going back there after that drunk man had touched his arse and asked if he'd "like something to fill his hole" Sherlock was so horrified that he may have accidentally broken that guys wrist. Sherlock smiled as he walked towards the hospitals labs snapping the drunk guys wrist had been great he just had to hide out here until the storm had blown over, and anyway the broken wrist could have come from the fact the man was heavily inebriated so he could get off scot free, wouldn't that be wonderful.
Sherlock stared at the red splodge of blood under the microscope the guy had aids his T-cell count was in single digits they needed to get him some medication quickly. He'd tell that tall skinny lady when she came in to try and convince him to move away from the microscope. Then suddenly Sherlock felt a hand on his shoulder, there stood Sarah red faced and fuming "you broke a man's arm Sherlock" she shouted
"actually I think you'll find it was only his wrist and he very much deserved what he got"
"I don't care what he did to you; you know you are not allowed to treat patients like that"
"I told you Sarah I deal in diagnosis and I want nothing to do with A&E I don't like patient care and I don't like patients full stop."
"Well Sherlock the man has asked that you be removed from St. Pancreas Hospital and I'm afraid we're going to have to oblige. You're too much trouble Sherlock we can't keep you here any longer"
"well what am I supposed to do?"
"your brother stepped.."
"my brother?" Sherlock's face turned into a grimace
"yes he's arranged for you to transfer to St. Bart's"
"I refuse"
"you can't refuse Sherlock you may be an excellent doctor but your more trouble than your worth and no other hospital will take you"
"fine when do I start at that god forsaken place?"
"next week, goodbye Sherlock I hope we don't meet again soon" and with that Sarah turned and left the lab and Sherlock quickly gathered up his things and left that horrid hospital once and for all.
Sherlock stood in the lobby of St. Bart's waiting for some sort of escort to his office but he was getting more and more impatient. He began walking through the hospital maybe he could find the pathology department and he could begin analyzing some of the samples of pigs blood he had in his brief case. This was just not to be Sherlock got stopped by some short woman with pale skin and blonde ringlets named Marie, this girl guided him to this tiny box that was going to be his office. There was no way Sherlock could stay in this horrible place his office was to small and everything was just wrong, they hadn't even positioned him near the pathology department he would have to walk all the way to the other side of the building to get any of his research done. This was exactly why he never took gifts from Mycroft they were always absolutely terrible and of no interest to him.
Sherlock honestly could not wait to get out of this horrible place.
This was two weeks before Sherlock Holmes met John Watson on the case that brought them both together.
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