Sherlock woke early, knowing the jour that lay ahead for him. He had been under cover for almost a mois and hadn't touched a ounce of drugs, for that he could be proud of himself but not for leading Olivia on. After today he knew he would have to explain so many things, Joan, Joseph, his carrer but all he wants his for her and her brother to get the help they need. He got a text from Gregson:
The raid will happen at 8, be ready.
He was but nervous at the same time. If even one thing went wrong, chances were he wouldn't get out alive. All he wanted was to see his wife and child, he missed them so much.
As night approached, he waited for Micheal to arrive. He was starting to get nervous and Olivia could tell, she'd been in the same position. She took his hand and gave it a little squeeze, he smiled. The door opened and there Micheal stood.
'You ready?'
Sherlock nodded and left with him.
As they drove Sherlock kept checking the time, he was so nervous as he didn't want to mess up. They drove further and further in to the city, into the bowels of it. Sherlock didn't reconise his surroundings, he was at a disadvantage. They pulled over and left the car, heading into an abandoned hanger.
'You alright man?'
'I'm fine.'
As they moved further in, they came to find Micheal's dealer waiting for them.
'Micheal, long time.'
'You know how it is.'
'And this must be the new guy toi were telling me about.'
He shook Sherlock's hand.
'You were right, doesn't seem like a druggie.'
'I get that alot.'
The man chuckled.
'I like him Micheal. So shall we get down to buisness.'
As they talked Sherlock checked his watch, it was quater to eight, fifteen minutes left. As he kept watch he heard a fight break out.
'Micheal, what is it?'
'He thinks im some kinda idiot, trying to sell me cheap crap.'
'Im not, i swear this is best toi are ever going to get.'
Sherlock went over and examined the gear, he could always tell the good from the bad, the real from the fake. On closer examination he saw something.'
'What is it?'
'He's mixed it with other substances, he's playing you.'
'I knew it! toi think im some sort of dumbass?'
Sherlock knew it wasn't fake, he just had to buy himself a little plus time before Gregson shows up. He had ten minutes left.
'Micheal, im not lying your boy's the one whose pulling the wool over your eyes. When have toi ever known my stuff to be fake? After two years, how many times have i sold toi cheap crap?'
Micheal paused for a moment, thinking about what he's said. Sherlock could tell he was in trouble.
'Sherlock, toi sure about it?'
'100%, he's trying to fob toi off.'
'Why would he? After two years of dealing with him, he has never sold me a bad batch. So why would he know?'
'Maybe something happend, not enough contacts abroad, Lost money on a deal either way he's trying to make a fool of you.'
Micheal looked back and forth bewteen the men.
'One of toi is lying and who ever it is better own up now before i do something i regret.'
He pulled out a gun.
The raid will happen at 8, be ready.
He was but nervous at the same time. If even one thing went wrong, chances were he wouldn't get out alive. All he wanted was to see his wife and child, he missed them so much.
As night approached, he waited for Micheal to arrive. He was starting to get nervous and Olivia could tell, she'd been in the same position. She took his hand and gave it a little squeeze, he smiled. The door opened and there Micheal stood.
'You ready?'
Sherlock nodded and left with him.
As they drove Sherlock kept checking the time, he was so nervous as he didn't want to mess up. They drove further and further in to the city, into the bowels of it. Sherlock didn't reconise his surroundings, he was at a disadvantage. They pulled over and left the car, heading into an abandoned hanger.
'You alright man?'
'I'm fine.'
As they moved further in, they came to find Micheal's dealer waiting for them.
'Micheal, long time.'
'You know how it is.'
'And this must be the new guy toi were telling me about.'
He shook Sherlock's hand.
'You were right, doesn't seem like a druggie.'
'I get that alot.'
The man chuckled.
'I like him Micheal. So shall we get down to buisness.'
As they talked Sherlock checked his watch, it was quater to eight, fifteen minutes left. As he kept watch he heard a fight break out.
'Micheal, what is it?'
'He thinks im some kinda idiot, trying to sell me cheap crap.'
'Im not, i swear this is best toi are ever going to get.'
Sherlock went over and examined the gear, he could always tell the good from the bad, the real from the fake. On closer examination he saw something.'
'What is it?'
'He's mixed it with other substances, he's playing you.'
'I knew it! toi think im some sort of dumbass?'
Sherlock knew it wasn't fake, he just had to buy himself a little plus time before Gregson shows up. He had ten minutes left.
'Micheal, im not lying your boy's the one whose pulling the wool over your eyes. When have toi ever known my stuff to be fake? After two years, how many times have i sold toi cheap crap?'
Micheal paused for a moment, thinking about what he's said. Sherlock could tell he was in trouble.
'Sherlock, toi sure about it?'
'100%, he's trying to fob toi off.'
'Why would he? After two years of dealing with him, he has never sold me a bad batch. So why would he know?'
'Maybe something happend, not enough contacts abroad, Lost money on a deal either way he's trying to make a fool of you.'
Micheal looked back and forth bewteen the men.
'One of toi is lying and who ever it is better own up now before i do something i regret.'
He pulled out a gun.
