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Chapter One - A replacement for the nicotine patches The case Sherlock was working on was far from being solved. Although he should have enough information to do so there was no progress. Sherlock couldn't think of the right conclusion that fitted all the facts. All possibilities he thought of left something that didn't fit the facts. So Sherlock's mood wasn't the best and John had gone out to buy something sweet to eat. Sherlock noticed that he was out of nicotine patches, which was pretty bad in his current state, but he was too lazy to text John about this problem. He decided that he would wait until the doctor would come back and then

It had taken Sherlock two whole days to track the paintings down but now he finally held the last missing piece in his hands. He had no thing for art. It could burn for all he cared and he couldn't understand how people were willing to pay so much for these things. Sherlock had dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep and the exhaustion from running around the city. He had lost count of the cups of coffee he had consumed and the nicotine patches he had plastered on his arms in the last two days. The abductors hadn't sent another message. Sherlock didn't know if John was alright or even alive. He clutched the frame of the painting