The seven words that Dr. John Watson fears the most:
We're dropping the investigation until further notice.
Oh God. Here we go. John bit his lip and glanced at his friend. Over the weeks, the detective had grown even paler and thinner than usual, and at present his temper was akin to that of a nap-deprived two-year-old. He'd slept an average of twelve hours in the past seven days, causing delicate dark grey semicircles to form under his eyes. In spite of his exhaustion Sherlock seemed to have mustered enough energy to turn his acid tongue on Lestrade, and John braced himself for it.
We are most certainly not dropping this investigation, Sherlock growled, fixing his fathomless glare on the inspector. This is the second case in a row; i won't stand for any more incompetence. Not even from you.
Sherlock, it's been nearly a month and a half. Lestrade collapsed into his chair and rested his elbows on the desk in front of him. We have no leads, no witnesses,