It hadn't taken long for Sherlock to fall off the map. He knew the places that he could hide from his meddling brother. He snuck into Baker Street once in a while, but mostly he lived on the streets, where it was easier to find the drugs that would keep him numb to the pain.
That only lasted for a couple of months. Mycroft had used his considerable talents to find his brother and ship him off to a rehab facility.
Unfortunately, Sherlock was a master of giving people the slip. He had snuck out of the facility and was back on the streets, this time taking more care to stay hidden, and not go back to Baker Street.
The knock on the door was answered by Mycroft on the other side. He had watched John's movements, and had anticipated when he was going to arrive back on Baker Street.
"He isn't here." Mycroft said, in an even, almost bored voice.
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Date: 2018-04-03 06:09 pm (UTC)That only lasted for a couple of months. Mycroft had used his considerable talents to find his brother and ship him off to a rehab facility.
Unfortunately, Sherlock was a master of giving people the slip. He had snuck out of the facility and was back on the streets, this time taking more care to stay hidden, and not go back to Baker Street.
The knock on the door was answered by Mycroft on the other side. He had watched John's movements, and had anticipated when he was going to arrive back on Baker Street.
"He isn't here." Mycroft said, in an even, almost bored voice.