"Oh for God sake Lestrade!" Sherlock Holmes growled as he was shoved onto the bonnet of a police car bonnet by another man who snapped handcuffs onto his wrists. Lestrade merely shook his head

"Sorry mate" he began "A serial killer, that only you and I knew about, wound up dead in his apartment?"

"And you think I killed him?"

"Most of the department does" the DI replied curtly

"What the Hell is going on?!" John Watson's voice roared, causing everyone to look up in surprise "Lestrade, what did he do now?"

"He's a suspect for murder." Donovan sneered

"Really?" John folded his arms and huffed "Just like when you searched our flat during a drugs bust? Or when he was accused for kidnapping? Or maybe that time when he was a 'fraud'?"

"He has a point" Lestrade quipped

"But this time we have strong evidence" Sally snapped and John raised an accusing eyebrow
"And last time you didn't?" Sherlock flashed an amused smile to his flatmate
"It's fine, John. I'll be back before you can say Baker Street" Sherlock gave one last smile before being pushed into the waiting vehicle.
John looked on silently as Sherlock was driven off.

"Baker Street…" he whispered quietly

~~
Sherlock was shoved harshly into the holding cell. He gained his composure the moment the door was clicked shut

"You've made a mistake" Sherlock said mockingly, rolling his eyes in annoyance
"That's what they all say" A voice snapped from outside. Sherlock huffed before stiffening as he realised he wasn't alone. He turned slightly and saw a big looking man in the corner. He was bald and tattoos decorated the exposed flesh. He was wearing a clean, white vest and his bare arms were covered in scars and tattoos were here and there on the skin.

How Ironic, Sherlock thought bitterly. The room was pretty simple. There was a bed tucked in a corner; a window just above it. The man was sitting on the bed so Sherlock walked to the far side of the room and slid against the wall and to the floor. He sighed quietly and steepled his fingers under his chin.
He opened his eyes when he realised the bigger man was staring at him curiously

"Are you Sherlock 'Olmes?" he asked in a thick London accent

"I am" Sherlock said cautiously.

He would be out soon. He would be back with John…

Just a little longer…