I'm back!

Sorry it took me longer to update. I was doing a show this weekend and it got in the way. But it's over now, so I have more time for writing. Yea!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Sherlock related. Except the Season 1 DVD.

Doug led them to a table set up with coffee makers, tea packets, creamer, etc. John asked for tea and was promptly handed a Styrofoam cup with hot water. Sherlock asked for coffee.

Doug muttered something under his breath as he peered into the coffee maker. "Someone forgot to refill it," he explained and started to measure out the correct amount of coffee grounds into the filter.

"So, how long have you been working here?" John asked.

"Just a few months," said Doug. "Long enough to get comfortable."

"This isn't a permanent job." Sherlock observed.

"No, it isn't." Doug filled the coffee machine with water. "I want to become a doctor, but the bills need to be paid, and they needed some extra people, so here I am."

John asked another question. "Did you work on this show, or . . .?"

"I worked downstairs. With Channel 8 News? It wasn't a bad job; better than this."

Sherlock frowned. "In what aspects?"

Doug sighed. "First of all, he only cared about himself. It didn't matter who you were; I honestly think that the queen herself could walk in here and he wouldn't give a care about her.

"Secondly, he hit on all the girls. Collin didn't care if they were married, or dating, or whatever. He broke a lot of hearts, some more than once.

"The third thing is our executive producer."

"Yes, we've already talked to her."

"She is so naïve. And she has no experience whatsoever-"

"Doug," Sherlock began. "As much as we'd love to hear you rant, we have things to do. So if you could just tell us what happened on November 25, 2010."

He poured the freshly brewed coffee into a cup. "We were taping an episode and Collin had to pour some sparkling cider into this pot. He leaned over more than he was supposed to, and the next thing that happened was that flames were jumpin' outa it. I dropped the mike and went over to make sure that he was okay. His nose seemed pretty brunt, so I put a cold, wet compress over it and had someone call for an ambulance."

"Have you heard anything about them replacing the stove?"

"I might have, but not anything extensive."

"If you hear anything else, would you mind dropping me a line? Thanks. Here's my card." Sherlock produced a white business card from his coat pocket and held it between his index and middle finger. Doug took it.

"Is there anything else?" he asked.

"No, no. I think we have everything we need. Come on, John." They turned and walked away.

Doug looked at the business card.

Sherlock Holmes

Consulting detective

221b Baker Street 555-2468

.uk

Doug sipped at the forgotten coffee.

It wasn't half bad.

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