Here is a sample from my newest Fanfic Parallel Lovers:
The cabbie looked at John’s tip, grimaced and pulled out away from the scene. John watched as the taillights of the cab vanished and then set about his task. Upon using Sherlock’s name for entry into the den, John gagged at the mess around him. Used needles, bloody tissues, spoons, lighters and other drug paraphilia lay scattered around on the ground like the pieces from a mad child’s game of Jacks.
“Sherlock,” John whispered among the groans and whimpers. John repeated this verbal process several times as he made his way through the piles of refuse and excrement that covered the floor.
“John?” A faint voice called out.