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Sherlock sat waiting in the interview room, he always knew he would be behind the dawati as a criminal at some point. After a minuet, kengele came in.
'Detective.'
'Mr Holmes.' He sat down. 'It's been awhile.'
'Almost a month, i believe.' kengele put the case file on the desk.
'Shall we?.' He opened it and spread the contense across the desk. 'Feel free to look.' Holmes lent mbele in his seat. 'Now care to explain your relationship with Miss Adler?.'
'There is no relationship.'
'Really? then how come we found this picture of you?.' He pushed it towards Sherlock.
'That was from a few years ago.'
'But you...

'What are wewe doing here?'
'Can't a guy drop kwa and say hello?'
Sherlock stepped outside, shutting the door behind him.
'When the guy happens to be a current drug addict, no he can't.'
'You're one to talk.'
'I've been clean for almost 3 years.'
'Well congrats to you(!)' Oscar looked up at the brownstone. 'Nice place, daddy buy it for you?'
'He did.'
'You on your own?' Sherlock held up his left hand. 'Your married?'
'Almost two years.'
'Does she know about your past? Irene? The drugs?'
'She knows it all. Now, what do wewe want?'
'I was hoping for a fix.'
'Not likely, now if wewe excuse me.' Sherlock went...