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"This is a four at best," Sherlock said. "And that's only if you consider the note left behind. Why are we here?"
"We're here," John said, "because there hasn't been anything above a two in weeks, and you were going to strip the wallpaper. Besides, Mycroft mentioned something about a broken business deal, so there might be something interesting."
"Mycroft never likes anything interesting," Sherlock said, but he looked a bit happier.
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"It's not anything but suicide," Lestrade said.
"Nothing unusual, apart from the note?"
Lestrade gave a look of frustration. "Only the obvious embezzlement we can't prove."
"Oh good," Sherlock said, his distaste obvious. "I was beginning to think this was a waste of my time. Now, who can I talk to?"
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Interviews were conducted via laptop, because it was still only a four. Surprisingly, this made everyone happy, since it meant Sherlock wouldn't interfere with the crime scene.
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"Hello!"
"You're a computer programmer in his spare time who lives with his mother, fancies his therapist, and has nothing to do with this case unless you pushed the button to delete the files."
"And you're Sherlock Holmes. I've read your blog. Two hundred and forty types of tobacco ash... wow. Just, wow."
"Thank you. Anderson, dust him and the delete key on Denholm's computer."
"I'm not an idiot-"
"That remains to be proven. However, you've disproven it continually. Next."
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"Ooh, hello there, scary."
"Next."
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"Seems to be a lag in the wifi feed. Mycroft said he'd sorted it."
"Have you tried turning it off and on again?"
"Yes, I have. Did you ever consider rephrasing that slightly?"
"Huh?"
"Only a few more repetitions and you'll be so tired of that phrase you won't say it again. You'll force your handler to say it for you. And that would cause all sorts of problems for your relationship, not least that she'd have some sort of power over you... and you've passed the point where any kind of change in relationship status would be awkward."
"My what?"
"Sherlock, is this relevant?"
"No. But you can go ahead and ask him about the files. Next."
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"You have a beautiful skull. Lovely cheekbones."
Sherlock paused for a few minutes before saying, "For modesty's sake I'll assume you meant the one on the mantlepiece. Dear friend of mine, inasmuch as I have any. Now, you were sleeping with Denholm, weren't you?"
Lestrade flashed Sherlock a look as he led the sobbing goth away, makeup already smeared over both of them.
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"Hello there, thin white police man!"
Sherlock turned the volume down a notch.
"So tell me, how does it work?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well, clearly you do, because you've just hurt your bad leg twitching like that. Now that makes it interesting, because if an idiot like you can understand it, then it must be elegant to anyone who knows the trick."
"I don't know anything about a pensions fund!"
Sherlock sighed. "Lestrade..."
"On it," came the reply. "Not my division, but I did owe your brother a favour."
"Everyone owes my brother a favour," Sherlock replied.
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