Sherlock hadn't involved himself much in The City's affairs or The City's crimes. He'd been running experiments, the majority of which were on himself. It'd taken him about a week to come down from a particularly nasty high on a drug called V. Turned out it hadn't been the genuine article. That particular dealer was never seen or heard from again. Not Sherlock's fault.
It wasn't that he wanted to get back in the swing of things. In fact he'd taken exactly three routes to avoid the crime scene. But The City wasn't having it. Holmes watched from behind the crime scene tape. At first he refused to say anything. The plan had been to test The City. See what it would do if Holmes refused to play his part.
But then, even Sherlock couldn't keep quiet for long.
"Of course there is. It's right in front of you."
Most police officers back home hated him. He didn't feel the compelled in the slightest to be polite. Sherlock sighed, gave Jennifer a look and motioned to the corpse. There, City? Are you happy. He had a vampire bar to check out. One last go to see if vampire blood really could be processed into a drug.