Heaving, I leaned over the toilet bowl. Breathing heavily and feeling as if my throat was on fire, I choked up a little. I could feel Mycroft's eyes on the back of my head as he leaned against the doorframe. My hand reached for the flush, shaking.

"Are you alright?"

"Fuck off, Mycroft," I said.

Mycroft put his hands under my arms and lifted me up; slowly he pulled me from the bathroom and into the small box room where a bed sat. Marie looked up from her hands which she twisted in apprehension. She stood up as she saw me stagger to the bed. "Are you alright?" She asked.

"I would be a lot better if I didn't need to do this," I snapped.

"It's the DT's," Mycroft explained.

"DT's?"

"Mycroft, my wonderful brother decided that I should detox." I said. "Instead of taking me off one at a time, he decided to ban me from the entire selection."

"All of it?"

"Oh, yes. All of it. The drugs, the alcohol and even cigarettes." I said. "Might I add," I thrust out my arm and let Mycroft see the nicotine patch. "These do not work!"

"They're the best on the market." Mycroft snapped.

"Well your market is shit."I replied. "Find a new market. Preferably one with Jack Daniels and a fresh blend of rough shag!"

This was met with a smack around the head. Only it wasn't Mycroft. Marie stood there with a dark expression on her face. "You will do what you're told, you ignorant fuck." She said. "You're are doing this to get somewhere in your stupid life and if you can't deal with that, then Mycroft and I have no business here."

I stared at her. "I'm sorry," I muttered. "My head's just killing me."

"I'll get you some asprin," Marie said.

"Don't." Mycroft said. "Sherlock knows that if taken enough prescription pills, but not enough to kick the bucket as it were, you can get high off of them."

"For fucks sake Mycroft!" I cried.

"He learnt that off Irene."

"Would you shut up?"

"You told me you had stopped seeing her." Marie said folding her arms.

"I did!" I moaned. "… Well technically she left."

"She dumped you?"

"No she literally left." I replied.

"Where'd she go?"

I shrugged. "I don't know! She's very hard to find when she doesn't want to be found."

"We've enlisted help," Mycroft said handing me a glass of water.

"She'll come back." I said. "She always does."

"I thought we were going out."

"Marie, it was a week. And it was only because…" I quickly shut up and put the glass to my aching temple.

Marie looked away. "You men are idiots." She said.

"I think my wife would agree with that," Mycroft replied.

"I know Irene would," I muttered. "Help me up."

"Why?"

"Just do it!" I bellowed feeling the sick rise to my throat. Mycroft grabbed me and pulled me up. Staggering I managed to reach the toilet before throwing up noisily.