Long Time, No See

The Druggie

A month after the wedding........
221B Baker street.......................

Lestrade was at the flat Sherlock hadn't come home, he had been out all night, without a word. Then I received a phone call from John. "John."

"Hey Sam." John sighed. "Guess where I found Sherlock?"

"Oh thank god! You found him. Where was he?" I asked him.

"Drug house. Meet us at St. Barts." John said and hung up. That pissed me off.

"He was at a drug house. Call no police with this drug bust Lestrade. Let Mycroft take care of it." I told him.

"Of course, it's good to hear he is fine. Do you need a ride?" Lestrade asked me.

"Are you stopping at St. Barts?" I asked him.

"Come in I can drop you off."

St. Barts........

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes!" I said, pissed as I walked to him.

"Hey Sam." Sherlock said.

"Don't 'Hey Sam' me William. You hadn't been home all night! I was terrified you were on the side of the road, dead! I called Lestrade! I even called your brother! Not a single phone call!" I yelled. "What did his tests say?"

"Postive for drugs." Molly told me.

"You've got to be kidding me, William. You were gone all night at a drug den, while I was up all night looking for you." I told him.

"Come on, Sam! I was undercover!" Sher tried to reason.

"Undercover my ass." I told him, "Come on, we're going home." John, Sher and I took a cab back to Baler Street, to say I was pissed was an understatement.

"You’ve heard of Charles Augustus Magnussen, of course." Sherlock said to John becuase I know the details and lets say this thing he dod was not needed at all.

"Yeah. Owns some newspapers – ones I don’t read." John replied.

"Hang on – weren’t there other people?" Sher asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Mary’s taking the boys home; I’m taking you and Sam. We did discuss it." John told him.

"People were talking, none of them me. I must have filtered." Sher said. I then filtered out their voices untill we got to 221B. "What is my brother doing here?"

"I called him." I told my high boyfriend.

"Why?" He asked.

"Drug search." I sighed.

"Oh come on, Sam! It's just for a case." He tried to reason.

"For a case my ass." I looked at him. "Mycroft told me all about your past drug addiction."

"Says the ex- sex addict!" He told me as he walked into the flat.

"Well, then, Sherlock. Back on the sauce?" Mykie asked his little brother. "The siren call of old habits. How very like Uncle Rudy – though, in many ways, cross-dressing would have been a wiser path for you. Now, save me a little time. Where should we be looking?"

"We?" Sher questioned.

"Mr. Holmes?" Anderson yelled from up stairs.

"For God’s sake!" Sher said, snnoyed as he walked into the kitchen. "Anderson!"

"I’m sorry, Sherlock. It’s for your own good." Anderson said as I entered the kitchen.

"Oh, that’s him, isn’t it?" A woman said, "You said he’d be taller." I saw Sherlock curl up in his chair.