Sherlock sighed. If there was one thing that Sherlock was not good at, it was emotions. He was going to have to really turn on the charm.

He took the piece of paper from Greg. Since he had lived in London for almost 30 years now, he knew the city like the back of his hand. He knew where this group of flats were, and knew of a few bars around. Since coming back, he had slaked with libido by having a few little anonymous flings with men in back alleys and dark rooms. They never meant anything, but it kept his lust at bay, for now.

"Do you have the address of where he works? I will need to break into thier computers and get his schedule. "