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That's not a spare, Sherlock, it's a recurring prescription. If you found it in the pharmacy, it was put there-

[He breaks off, realizing what that means.]

How many other prescriptions did you take from the pharmacy?

Must we keep discussing this?

[He is so done with this conversation.]

There is a creature, a monster lifted from Grimm behind that door, and you wish to discuss the merits of my pharmaceutical habits? Perspective, John. Priorities.

[John glares at Sherlock for a long moment, his best 'I'm disappointed in you' expression on full display. But Sherlock is right to a degree. The drugs haven't impacted him yet, just as Sylar hasn't attacked them yet. The doctor's waiting for the other shoe to drop there. He'll just have to deal with it when it comes.

Eventually the glare breaks and John pockets the Fentora before crossing his arms and looking away toward the bathroom door. His body language says this isn't over.]

What sorts of tests d'you want to run on it?

[He sees that look, but it just annoys him. There are times that he dislikes disappointing John, and times when the other man may even exert influence over him, but this is not one of those times. He knows what he is doing and he resents being treated as though he is a foolish child or uncontrollable junkie.

But at least they're moving along, so he'll focus on the task at hand.]

The most useful thing that could be done now is to gather a blood sample from it, we need to test if it also has nanomachines present in some concentration.

I'm not sure it even has blood. There was a girl who managed to stab one, but it didn't seem bothered by that. No blood on the video.

We won't know unless we go in and try to collect a sample.

[He shrugs slightly.]

There's only so much we can gather from a distance.

You're not going inside, Sherlock. Figure out another way.

[It's said in a tone that brooks no argument. Apparently John's spine is going to be coming out a lot in the next several minutes.]

[He glances sideways, but John is leaving tomorrow so he can just go in then without a whole heap of added argument.]

Do you recall who it was originally chasing?

Kunsel, Zack, Jim, and Zell. Came out the mirror when they were in there.

[John frowns.]

I'd never heard of them appearing inside one of the houses like that. It was strange.

Stranger than the standard strange.

Four of them.

[That's annoying, and it shows in his voice.]

Larger groups seem to attract more general anomalies, it would be a more useful specimen if it resembled something familiar to one of the initial pursued. I may contact them all and ask if they recognised anything on it.

Not sure if they did. Kunsel did have an initial post about it, if you wanted to check that before having to talk to him. [Before inflicting yourself on that group, he really means. John considers the rattling door.]

We might be able to lop off a piece of it if I can cover my palette knife in dust from the rubble. And we can get that thing to stick its leg out for long enough.

[He will definitely consider that later, even if just to test exactly how much the rubble really does hurt the beast. But he needs to talk to Kunsel and company first, or perhaps glean the information he needs from their post.

He gathers up his tablet and turns away to go and sit down, engrossed in his task already. He means to say thank you to John, and commend him for a good idea, but somehow it never quite makes it from his mind to his mouth.

Ah well, research time.]

[John sighs as he watches Sherlock go. Right. He'll work on the idea himself, then. And continue to be quietly frustrated with his drug addict best friend. He hasn't forgotten that, and it's a war that's not over between them. For now, the battle is done. John goes to find some rubble to start grinding down.]

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