Chapter 10
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Sherlock stood outside the police station lighting a cigarette pulling the smoke deep into his lungs. He knew he should quit, it really was far too expensive to sustain a smoking habit in London. At the moment he needed the ease from smoking, it helped him think and he needed that more than ever. He would start on the patches again soon, just not at the moment.
"You really should stop you know, you were doing really well," John commented before he could stop himself. He knew Sherlock had enough going on at the moment but he saw no need for him to poison his lungs in the process.
"No need to state the obvious John and I will stop just not right now," Sherlock said irritatedly.
"Right, right fine," John said.
"Right lets go," Sherlock said dropping the spent cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with the heel of his shoe.
"Just remember what we talked about," John warned. He was uncomfortable with the fact he wouldn't be in the same room as Sherlock as they were being interviewed. He knew Sherlock's attitude towards the police and knew the chances of this ending well were slim.
"I do not need you to constantly remind me how to act infront of others John," Sherlock snapped.
"Really, because it seems like you do. You know how you can be when people, annoy you for not being as smart as you which you have said yourself happens a lot. So I think you do need me to remind you how important it is that this goes well. So just do yourself a favour and listen to me for once," John said.
"I'll try, oh and John," Sherlock said glancing back at him as he strode towards the building.
"Yeah?" he asked as he followed.
"Your last theory was completely ridiculous you really do need to use your brain," he said shaking his head slightly.
"I heard they called you in freak," Sally's voice called out before John had a chance to respond to Sherlock's comment,
"No need to take your ill mood as result of your situation out on me," Sherlock said dryly with a glance at her.
"What do you mean by that freak?" she demanded before she could stop herself.
"Nothing," Sherlock said in an almost bored tone.
"See, nothing but a fake, I knew it, nothing more than a freaky fake," she said with a smug smile as she made to walk away.
"Sherlock, come on!" John hissed in warning as Sherlock stopped suddenly and turned to face her.
"Great," John muttered to himself.
"Anderson is having problems in the bedroom leaving you feeling unsatisfied and worrying that it is linked to you. Never thought id say this but it's not you. It is most likely a combination of his bad diet and the fact his wife is becoming suspicious and his flirting with the new secretary can't be helping, now excuse me," Sherlock said as he walked into the interview room with the detective who had arrived leaving John and Sally staring after him in disbelief.
"This way please Doctor Watson," another detective said leading John into a nearby room.
John paced nervously in the foyer waiting for Sherlock to come out. He seriously hoped he hadn't said something so typically Sherlock and got himself arrested. He let out a slight sigh of relief when he saw Sherlock's figure come towards him at last. He couldn't help but notice as he watched him approach how tired, thin and pale he was currently looking.
Before he had the chance to ask Sherlock how it went Sally Donovan changed over to him. "Where do you think you get off saying stuff like that? You are not quite so high and mighty as you once were Sherlock. People don't believe a word you say anymore," she hissed.
"Oh I don't know if that's true and if it is then it's because they are idiots as people really should listen to me as unlike so many people in this world I actually see what is going on around me," he said with his usual arrogance, giving John no indication to how the meeting had gone though he had to admit he was just as intrigued as Sargent was to know how he could possible know what he had told her.
"I think you just make it up," she snapped. She hated how pathetic she sounded even to herself but she had to fight him on this, he couldn't be right, he couldn't be.
"You want me to prove it? Fine I'll prove it," Sherlock said with a coy smirk.
"Sherlock leave it, come on lets go," John interjected quickly.
"No let him go on. I want to hear this," Sally said folding her arms.
"See she wants to know. You are always saying I should be more attentive to what other people want so you really can't complain John. How do I know he can't please you sexually well your moods are always happier when Anderson's wife is out of town which she always is this time of year. How do I know your sour mood is down to a lack of sexual pleasure? Easy, you are not currently spending nights with Anderson as you normally do when his wife is away, that is evident from your clean clothes and rested look. I also know Anderson is not being satisfied sexually as I saw him trying to conceal a pornographic magazine on his way to the mens' toilets. A little vulgar for the work place don't you think but then this is Anderson we are talking about and he is even more of an idiot than the rest of the human race. His diet is obvious everyone knows he is far too fond of bacon rolls, crisps and chocolate and medical research has shown that a poor diet can have an effect on a male's ability to gain an erection. Oh and finally how do I know he is flirting with a new secretary, easy John and I had to wait a long and tedious three minutes for her to acknowledge us as she was too busy exchanging pleasantries with him. So if it were me I'd give up on him now, good day," he said turning to leave.
"Sally glared at him retorting with the 'piss off' Sherlock said he often received for his deductions. "Least you're out of here now freak," she snapped.
"Actually i'm not, yet again London's police department jumping to assumptions without checking their facts and getting it hideously wrong. Thank you for highlighting exactly why you need me. See you soon" he said with a smirk as he walked outside.
"This is the third time you have gone to say something but stopped. It's starting to get annoying, what is it you want to say?" Sherlock asked looking at John over the top of the paper he was reading.
"Nothing, it's fine, it's all fine," he said unconvincingly
"Right," Sherlock said rolling is eyes clearing not believing him but not caring enough to peruse the issue. "Can you pass me your laptop," Sherlock asked.
"No!" John said quickly unable to keep it in any longer.
"John, stop being an idiot and pass me the laptop," Sherlock said in a bored and slightly irritated voice.
"Do you really think using a laptop is the best idea right now?" he asked.
"What are you talking about?" Sherlock asked.
"You know computers can be a trigger for epileptic fits and you have admitted your epilepsy isn't very well controlled at the moment. I'm worried that you might be trying to do too much too soon," John said in concern. He still didn't know what he had been in hospital for and what they were doing for him.
"I'm fine John and they are just altering the dosage it always takes a while to settle when they do," he said evenly, this wasn't something he liked to talk about.
"If everything is fine then why are they changing the medication?" John pressed.
"We have already covered this. I told you they don't feel it is working as effectively as it should so they want to review it," he said.
"Something must have happened to make you go to the doctor Sherlock. I know you, that's not something you do willingly," he pressed unable to keep the concern out his voice.
"I knew they weren't working as well as they should. I didn't want it to interfere with my work so I did something about it. Can we stop talking about this now. We have work to, now pass me the laptop," he said firmly.
"Alright but just be careful alright," John said knowing there was no point in continuing to press Sherlock on the issue.
Sherlock ignored him as he opened the laptop and went into his emails. He smiled slightly as one caught his eye. He knew this was going to happen and this time he was ready. The game truly was on.