SHERLOCK

ADDICTED

Author's Note:

Main Pairing: Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes

Side Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, explicit language, drug use/drug addiction, drug overdose, depression, suicidal thoughts, prostitution

Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to the BBC, Mark Gatiss, and Steve Moffat. The original characters are the property of Arthur Conan Doyle. I own nothing but the plot and make no money from this story.

Chapter Beta: chasingriver

Chapter One: Cell

Greg Lestrade hit the bunk hard but barely felt it. He was too high to feel much other than anger at Sherlock Holmes.

'Hey, what the fuck is going on?' Lestrade demanded, sitting up and staring at the door. Normally he'd be a match for Sherlock Holmes but in his current state he was little stronger than a ten-year-old girl.

Sherlock stood in the doorway, face a mask of indifference. 'You're high, Lestrade.'

'So?' Lestrade grumbled.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. 'So? You're a forty-seven year-old police officer with Scotland Yard. Society tends to frown upon drug addicted coppers.'

'I'm not a drug addict!' Lestrade hissed. He hadn't considered himself an addict in years.

With a snort, Sherlock turned to leave the cell. 'Stay here until you sober up.'

'Why?' Lestrade demanded.

A flicker of emotion passed across Sherlock's face but it was gone before Lestrade could see it.

'Because,' the genius whispered, 'you did it for me.'

Greg was nineteen when he first tried cocaine. His girlfriend was snorting lines in the men's bathroom and Greg's eyes went wide.

'Sarah, what are you doing?'

Sarah grinned and looked up at him. 'Havin' some blow, wanna try?'

'No,' he shook his head.

'Come on,' she slurred, wobbling on her feet. She held out the case. 'Snort away, I got plenty.'

'Sarah, I can't.'

'Why?'

'I wanna be a cop.'

Sarah snorted. 'Exactly; best to try everything now.'

Greg bit his lip. He'd always wondered about drugs but had never had the balls to try any. He'd always been a strict person; a bit uptight, he'd scolded his mates when they broke the law. But he didn't want to be one of those guys who went through life without doing anything.

'N-No,' he mumbled, feeling his resolve crack. He'd always been a sucker for a cute girl.

'Try a little, Greggie-boy,' Sarah smiled. 'It won't kill ya.'

Greg knew cocaine could kill you if it was cut with the wrong stuff. But Sarah was looking so very gorgeous and Greg hadn't had sex since his last girlfriend dumped him. He bit his lip as Sarah pulled at her shirt.

'Coke makes you hot,' she whispered, slinking up to Greg. 'Might make us take our clothes off.'

She rubbed herself up against Greg and he shivered, his cock going hard.

'Ever had sex in public, Greg?' Sarah asked. 'It's so hot.'

Greg grabbed the straw she offered and gulped.

'Come on, don't be a girl; I don't fuck girls.'

Greg's cock decided for him. He stuck the straw into his nose and bent down to snort a little powder. It tickled his nose and he sneezed, nearly sending the powder all over the place. Sarah swore at him as Greg sniffed, rubbing his nose and blinking.

The high hit suddenly and he moaned, dropping the straw. He watched Sarah bend over and grabbed her hips as the drug assaulted his mind, everything suddenly bright and cheery and oh so fucking good.

'Mm, I like that,' Sarah whispered, snapping the case shut and stuffing it into her purse. Greg pushed his erection against Sarah's arse and she moaned. 'Fuck me, Greg.'

'I don't have a condom.'

'Don't be a girl, just fuck me!' Sarah demanded.

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Greg's head was aching when he woke and his stomach rolled as he stumbled from bed. Sarah had left a note saying he was a good screw but she was heading back to Scotland to try getting back together with her ex.

Greg couldn't bring himself to care as he wobbled into the bathroom and heaved over the toilet. Beer and pizza splattered against the porcelain and Greg ran a shaky hand through his sweat-soaked hair.

Never again, he told himself. He'd never do coke again.