Sherlock: Chasing the Dragon 14Sherlock: Chasing the DragonChapter Fourteen, DawnThe first red streaks of dawn were staining the sky when John finally made it back to Baker street. Lestrade had been far more annoyed than anything else when he arrived at the rundown apartment. Just as Sherlock had predicted Lestrade processed the scene as a murder. It wasn't because he particularly wanted to, it was procedure to rule out homicide first. John had tried to excuse himself to go look for Sherlock, but after being dragged out of bed Lestrade was not about to let John just leave him with the mess. Having been awake for nearly twenty-four hours John was beyond exhausted. He wasn't even sure if he could sleep right now even if he tried. At the moment he was more worried about Sherlock than about getting any sleep. He had called his mobile over a dozen times, but he never got an answer. Sherlock had clearly made some sort of
Sherlock: Chasing the Dragon 13Sherlock: Chasing the DragonChapter Thirteen, Ashes to Ashes"Ah, Sherlock...you take me to all the best places.""I rather think this about the last place most people would want to find themselves after dark, or in broad daylight for that matter.""Sarcasm." John sighed."Ah. Sarcasm usually means you are unhappy.""No, I'm perfectly happy wandering lost through the slums of London at three o'clock in the morning with a ringing in my ears that still hasn't stopped.""More sarcasm?" Sherlock asked seriously."Yes.""Then call a cab and go home.""I'm not leaving you here alone.""If you're not going to do anything about your situation then why are you bothering complaining to me about it?""I was trying to subtly hint that we should both take a cab and go home.""Then you probably should have just said that. It would save time.""Fine: 'Sherlock, I think we should both take a cab and go home.'.""No."When Sherlock continued down the dark ba
Sherlock: Chasing the Dragon 12Sherlock: Chasing the DragonChapter Twelve: The NightlifeIt had been several days since Sherlock had received the glass death threat and so far nothing sinister had happened. Far from having given up on the case Sherlock was still hard at work combing through the evidence. It was close to midnight and he was sitting at the kitchen table studying a map of London. He was making marks on the map while cross referencing his journal. Content to stay out of it John was lounging on the couch reading a book. It was difficult to truly concentrate on the novel because every few minutes Sherlock's phone would chime with a new text message. He didn't reply to any of them, he just glanced at them. Some seemed to hold his attention longer than others. John was just trying to get back to his book when Sherlock's phone chirped again. "Sherlock, your phone has been beeping all night." John
Sherlock: Chasing the Dragon 11Sherlock: Chasing the DragonChapter Eleven, The Collection on the MantleStanding under the hot spray of a much needed shower John closed his eyes for a moment. Letting the water slip down his back John took a deep breath and managed to relax. Doing the autopsy hadn't been as bad as he'd thought it was going to be. Working on the dead didn't hold the same kind of pressures that working on the dying did. Even still he was glad to have it over with and hoped that the shower would help wash off the scent of decay. "John!" Sherlock exclaimed as he suddenly flung the shower curtain open."Gaw!!" John cried in surprised terror. "Sherlock?! Get out of here! I'm in the shower!""I know that.""Then leave!""Did you read this?" Sherlock asked as he held up a familiar printed page."I wrote the bloody thing you wanker! Now go away!""But th...""Out!"Sherlock rol
Sherlock: Chasing the Dragon 10Sherlock: Chasing the DragonChapter Ten, Priority Four"Something wrong, Dr. Watson?""No, Colonel. Just tired, Sir.""Don't worry, the Lull is coming soon.""Lull, Sir?""No one's told you about the Lull?""No, Sir.""Come with me."John nodded and followed the Colonel out of the large medical tent and out into the staggering Afghan heat. The Colonel went over to the battered and rusted out pick up truck that he used for runs into town and got in. Getting into the passenger side John didn't question where his superiour was taking him. They didn't drive very far, just to the top of the large sandy hill that was about twenty minuets from their camp. Getting out of the truck John followed the Colonel to the crest of the ridge. Looking down into the valley below John was shocked to see a brilliant field of bright red flowers. The lush field of flowers looked comically out of place in the arid desert.