what would happen if a lawyer and a detective lived in the same apartment? an ordinary quiet day, a day off. You decide to stay at home for the whole day and finish reading a book, lounging in a chair. It would have been quiet if it weren't for Sherlock's irritated pacing back and forth around the apartment, looking for just one cigarette.

a day ago he himself asked all sellers of illegal substances to stop selling to him, and for you to hide all the cigarettes so that there would be no temptation to smoke one.

"-Damn, where did you hide them?!" he scoured the shelves in the hope of finding at least something and calming his mind in the stream of seething thoughts