"John, have you heard of this thing . . . Tumbley?" Asked Sherlock. John was staring rather suspiciously at the frozen head in the refrigerator. He decided not to comment on it.
"Yes, Sherlock. It's called Tumblr. What about it?" He asked, looking for actually edible things in the freezer.
"It appears that The Woman, URL The_Whip_Hand, is following me. Should I be surprised?"
"No. I suspected she would after we found out about her . . . Still . . . alive . . .ness," He said. Why don't we go get some food somewhere?"
"No, no, I'm looking at this. There is some extremely well done and quite suggestive fan art on here though, if I do say so myself. Come here John. People apparently "ship" us. It means they want us to date. OTP means it's their favorite ship and 'cannon' means we're actually dating. How wrongly and rude of them to suggest such a thing," said Sherlock, although he secretly quite liked John. John thought they were only friends, the idiot. But Sherlock wanted more than that. But that was for later.
"Oh, look, Sherlock. There's a new case. It's about some girl and a car crash? Her parent's claim someone was trying to kill her. Want to check it out?"
"When have I ever turned down a murder? I'll get my coat." And with that, he happily stalked out of the room.
At the restaurant, Sherlock decided to look deeper. He did a search on John's laptop, in which he had brought with him, and found out that the eighteen year old girl had gang business.