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"Sherlock I'm back!" I said as I walked into the cleaner flat then when I last left it. I was amazed. If Sherlock did this, he clearly must not be in the right head. Instead of Sherlock greeting me, I was greeted by John who was sweeping the kitchen. John cleaned, not Sherlock.

"Hiya Rori," John said, as friendly as always. I looked around the spotless flat with a smile, such a good man he was.

"Hey John, how is he?" I asked, referring about Sherlock.

"He's fine, just sleeping it off. It wasn't a very dangerous drug that they used," he said and shrugged.

I nodded, happy that Sherlock would be ok. "Well thank you for cleaning the flat. You didn't have to do this." I reached down at picked up come random pieces of paper that had been left on the floor. "You do have a life too." I felt guilty that he had been here for so long while I seemed to be galivanting with people on the street. And to think that he was here yesterday as well. We had been taking all of his free time up. That wasn't fair to him.

"I really don't think so anymore," he pouted as he sat down on a chair in the kitchen.

He wanted to talk. That was why he stayed. Did I have the patience to talk about personal matters today? I frowned knowing that I owed him that much. I gave him a questionable look and said, "why do you say that?"

"Because Marry left me."

"And why would she do that?" Marry and John had been married going on two years now. They were still on the honeymoon part of the marriage if you ask me.

"Because I was working too much and working with Sherlock too much. She got tired of me always being gone so she left." 

I frowned. I hated seeing John like this and knowing that it was probably our fault that this happened. I noticed that he did start working less and coming around here less but that seemed to not work for Marry. "But you cut your hours at work and you don't nearly come over as much as you used to." 

"I know." He nodded at me, knowing that he had tried his best to please her.

There was a minute of silence as I thought about what to say to make this better. I never really did like Marry to begin with. I didn't want to tell him to chase after her because that's not what I believed was best for him. Honestly I thought she was holding him down, he would be better if she was gone. After thinking, I spoke up saying, "I never liked her anyhow. She was never happy and honestly I think she was just weighing you down."

"Yeah, if you say so," John shrugged, not happy with my response as he stared down at his socks. Clearly he was upset with all of this predicament that included the my answer I gave him.

I knew he wanted to hear something different than what I wanted to say. I had to give him some advice to cheer up. Some people didn't want the truth, they just wanted sugar coatings to make them feel better and that was what John wanted now. "If she really meant that much to you why don't you go after her?"

"I don't know, I just, I am willing to I guess." I don't think I have ever seen him look so down. I didn't think that this would bother him this mush. I could see her leaving him a kilometer away, didn't he see the same? 

"It doesn't sound like you're so sure of that choice yourself. But if she really means so much to you, then go. But maybe it sounds like your mind is made up already. My opinion, you're fine without her. It will be hard at first but I truly believe that you will be happier without her."

After a minute John looked up at me and forced a smile, clearly I didn't say the right things to him or he just didn't want to hear the hard truth from me. But I think he already knew he would be happier without her, he just didn't want to admit it yet. "Thanks Rori. Well, I'm going to head off. You take it easy, call me if you need anything."

I nodded at him. "Ok, I will." I watched him slip on his shoes then walk out the door causing me to mumble, "and that's why I don't have a real boyfriend." I was so bad at this kind of relationship advise and knowledge. It bothered me more than I wanted to admit. I knew I needed to become better at it, but I wasn't sure how. 

After I had finished cleaning the rest of the kitchen up, it was around 10 in the evening. Feeling accomplished, I changed into my PJ's and sat down on the couch and turned on Sherlock's computer to look up this man that Zane told me about.

As soon as I turned on the computer Sherlock busted out of his room and said, "Rori! I knew who killed the guard!"

I chuckled at him, this time he was the one late to the party. "Good because I know who stole the photo."

He nodded at me. "Good, I'm going to bed now." He walked back into his room and shut the door heavily making the flat shutter as it hit the frame.

"Night." I wanted to talk about the case a little more to him but clearly the drug was still wearing off. It would be better for him to just talk about it tomorrow morning.

Deciding I should take Sherlock's lead, I turned off the computer and called it a night. 

The next morning, I found myself on the computer again. The man I was looking for, that Zane told me about, was pretty much a ghost. He was like I was about two years ago. I vaguely remember hearing about him but at the time he just pinched wallets so I didn't care to know who he was. He must have grown since those two years because he was in some really deep stuff now.

I could have found him on my own time but after yesterday's little episode I couldn't think clearly. Anger and embarrassment clouded my thoughts and I knew that going to Zane was the fastest way to the answer. As much as I hated it, I knew that the fast and easy fix was a deal with Zane. I felt guilty about it. How did I convince myself to make a deal with him? How would I tell Sherlock?

"Case is solved," Sherlock said as he walked out of the kitchen with his phone to his ear. "No, have no idea where he's at but I know who did it.... Yes... yes... bye."

"I thought you didn't like to talk on the phone," I said as I looked up at him from over the computer.

"I don't," he mumbled and stuffed his phone in his pocket of this black dress pants in frustration.

He looked nice today. He really tried to dress up, for what, I wasn't really sure. "Ah. Well ready to find this man and woman?" I asked him as I shut down the computer and stood up from the couch.

"I was just waiting on you."

"Oh don't give me that crud. I was waiting for you." I was happy to see him acting like normal again. "The plan is you get the killer and I get the white-collar man?"

Sherlock nodded at he slipped on his shoes. "Yes. Text me when you get him."

I nodded at him. "And you do the same."