Case 01 - for pocketwatson

[consulting_det]

"Case 01"
Who: Sherlock and John (pocketwatson )
When: John's memory of Sherlock seems to be gone forever, along with his memory of being a soldier and a doctor.  Life at Baker Street is disjointed.  Still, Sherlock is determined to work his way back into John's thoughts.  Occurs after " Dream a Little Death."

Finally, another case.  Sherlock is nearly grateful

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[pocketwatson]

"Piss off."

John's tired. He's tired of all the headaches he keeps getting. He's tired of not being able to get to sleep at night. And he's tired of trying to accomodate Sherlock into his life, because it certainly doesn't seem like Sherlock's trying to accomodate him.

"I'll sit however the bloody hell I want to."

[consulting_det]

'Piss off' sounded angry. Sherlock turns his head to look at John, stoic as ever, though there's a storm brewing behind his eyes. He has a momentary thought of having the cab pull over so he can get out and set John home again. He can't bring himself to do that.

So instead, Sherlock pulls out his mobile.

I'm going crazy.

He sends this off to Moriarty, who, though dead, had served as a confidant to Sherlock for days now. He's cracking, he knows this, especially when he keeps checking back for a response. Luckily, the ride isn't too long. The police are already there.

"John, how're you feeling?" Lestrade asks, offering his hand.

[pocketwatson]

"I'm making due," he says, shaking Lestrade's hand. The two have a brief chat - during which John seems much more amiable with Lestrade than he's been with Sherlock - and then Lestrade pulls Sherlock aside to discuss the case.

John, for his part, isn't sure what to do here or why he's here at all. So he just hangs around at the edges. An officer who introduces herself as Sally Donovan comes up to chat a bit, and she seems to be one of Sherlock's lesser fans.

[consulting_det]

Actually, most everyone here is a lesser fan of Sherlock Holmes. They had briefly reached out to John (not that he could remember) about the man's death but now that he was back and decidedly not dead and even more decidedly an arsehole once more, they were quick to jump off of the bandwagon.

"So you really don't remember anything?" Sally knew this was insensative. "Why don't you run while you can, then? He's insane."