Sherlock's Human Error

Chapter 4

It had been two weeks since John and Mary's wedding. I had been two weeks since I last set foot in 221B Baker Street. I couldn't face it. I couldn't face him. Whilst John and Mary were on their honeymoon, they asked if I would stay at their flat, to make sure everything was all ok. Once they arrived home, they were kind enough to let me stay with them until I felt ready to go back home. They knew about my situation with Sherlock. I had to tell them, I couldn't lie to my friends. I felt some sense of responsibility towards Mary, as she had recently found out she was pregnant. It felt calming knowing there was one doctor and one nearly-nurse in the flat.

Speaking of nearly being a nurse, I had to go to work. I got dressed in my uniform, grabbed my coat and walked out of the door. The crisp spring air hit me in the face as I walked along the path. I hailed a cab and was on my way to St. Barts.

I was accompanying Molly today. We had become really close, getting to know each other at John and Mary's wedding. She's a lovely person. It's a shame that things didn't work out between her and Tom. We were in the lab when Molly got a phone call. It was from John. I overheard the conversation slightly. "Sherlock Holmes needs to pee in a jar", John said, almost fed up. Oh god, not Sherlock. I couldn't face him.

Before I knew it, John, Mary, Sherlock, Isaac; John's neighbour and quite a scruffy looking man burst through the door. Mary took the scruffy looking man over to a counter and started to bandage his arm into a sling. He kept moaning that it felt squishy. It was just a sprain, he'll get over it. Meanwhile, Molly and I were testing Sherlock's urine. He was high, that was obvious. Positive. His results showed that he had been taking Heroin. I ripped off my rubber gloves whilst Molly stood there in shock. "Well, is he clean?", John asked, knowing fully well that he wasn't clean at all. "Clean?", I asked, with sarcasm in my voice. I walked over to Sherlock, where he was leaning against the bench, without a care in the world. *SLAP* Everyone's heads turned towards me. I felt a little anxious, having so many people watching me. Nevertheless, I carried on. *SLAP* *SLAP*. "How dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with. And how dare you betray the love of your friends! Say you're sorry!", I shouted. I was absolutely pissed off. He completely ignored me and looked straight over at Molly, "Sorry your engagements over, Molly". "Stop it. Just stop it", I said, before being interrupted by John. He probably thought I would slap him again. He was right. "If you were anywhere near this kind of thing again, you could've called, you could've talked to me", John said, worried about his friend.

"Oh please, do relax. This is all for a case". HA! Could've fooled me. Once we were all finished at the hospital, Molly got back to work, she gave me the rest of the day off, knowing I wouldn't be able to concentrate properly. Mary took Isaac and the scruffy looking man, whose name I now know to be Bill, back home. Sherlock, John and I were in a taxi on our way back to Baker Street. I felt like I needed to be there, to keep an eye on him. We arrived at the flat and before we even got out of the taxi, Sherlock was complaining. "Oh, what is my brother doing here?". I was surprised he knew that. Something about the knocker on the door?

We entered through the door, to find Mycroft sitting at the bottom of the stairs. "Well, then, Sherlock, back on the sauce?". "What are you doing here?", Sherlock questioned. "I phoned him", I said. "You phoned him?", he asked, without even looking at me. "Course I bloody phoned him", I replied, annoyed at his tone. "Course she bloody did. Now save me a little time. Where should we be looking?", Mycroft asked. "We?". "Mr Holmes!", we heard Anderson call from upstairs. I laughed, knowing full well, Sherlock would hate it. However it was for his own good. "FOR GOD'S SAKE!", Sherlock shouted, storming up the stairs.

"Anderson?", Sherlock questioned, not believing what he saw. "Sorry Sherlock. It's for your own good". "Some members of your little fan club, to be polite. They're entirely trustworthy. Even willing to search through the toxic waste dump that you are pleased to call a flat.", Mycroft said. "Hey!", I said, a little offended, because after all, I did live here too. "You're a celebrity these days Sherlock. You can't afford a drug habit", Mycroft said, ignoring my comment. "I don't have a drug habit", he said, curled up in his armchair. "What have you found so far? Clearly nothing", Mycroft asked Anderson and his friend. "There's nothing to find", Sherlock shouted across the room. "Your bedroom door is shut, you haven't been home all night. So, why would a man who has never knowingly closed the door without the direct orders of his mother, bother to do so on this occasion?", Mycroft questioned suspiciously. "Okay, stop. Just stop! Point made", Sherlock shouted, as Mycroft got closer to his bedroom door. "Jesus Sherlock", John muttered.

"This is not what you think. This is for a case", Sherlock said, for the 5th time in the last 2 hours. "What case could possibly justify this?", Mycroft enquired. "Magnussen. Charles Augustus Magnussen". Mycroft's face contorted into shock. He turned to face Anderson and his friends, "That name you think you may have just heard, you were mistaken. If you ever mention hearing that name in this room, in this context, I guarantee you on behalf of the British Security Services, that materials will be found on your computer hard drives resulting in your immediate incarceration. Don't reply, just look frightened and scuttle", he threatened. They immediately left in a hurry. I'm not surprised to be honest. "I hope I wont have to threaten you as well?", he asked, turning to face me. "Well, I think we'll both find that embarrassing", I replied. Sherlock couldn't help but laugh, which made me smile. "Magnussen is not your business.". "Oh, you mean he's yours?", Sherlock asked his Brother. "You may consider him under my protection". "I consider you under his thumb", Sherlock replied. "If you go against Magnussen, then you will find yourself going against me". "Okay. I'll let you know if I notice. Ermm, what was I going to say? Oh yeah, bye-bye!", Sherlock replied sassily as he opened the door for Mycroft. "Unwise, brother mine", Mycroft said. Sherlock grabbed Mycroft's arm and twisted it behind his back, pushing him against the wall. Mycroft was groaning in pain. "Brother mine... Don't appal me when I'm high", Sherlock said, proudly. I walked up to the two of them. "Mycroft, don't say another word, just go. He could snap you in two, and right now, I am slightly worried that he might", I said, watching Sherlock's every move. Mycroft left in a hurry.

"Magnussen?", John questioned. "What time is it?", Sherlock asked. "About 8:00am", I replied. "I'll be meeting him in three hours. I need a bath", Sherlock said, walking off to the bathroom. "It's for a case you said?", I asked him. "Yep", he replied. "What sort of case?", I asked. "Too big and dangerous for any sane individual to get involved in". "You trying to put us off?", John asked. "God no. I'm trying to recruit you. And stay out of my bedroom". He said as he disappeared into the bathroom. John and I looked at each other, smirked and motioned towards his bedroom. John walked towards the door, when it opened, revealing none other than... JANINE? You've got to be kidding me. She was in his shirt. "Oh John, Amy. Hi", Janine said, smiling. WHAT THE FUCK?