Sherlock was standing by his window, watching the people walk by. They were all scurrying to get to their various destinations. Typical. He was turning away when a flash of red caught his eye. He faced the window once more. A red-haired woman was strolling down the sidewalk on the other side of the street, taking everything in. She wasn't focused on one thing, but on everything around her. Odd. He thought he was the only person to regularly do that. She stopped and crossed the street quickly. She darted down the sidewalk and tackled a man about to enter a jewelry shop. She pulled out a gun and said, "Mr. Teleharin. You are under arrest for armed robbery. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you..." She continued, but Sherlock quit reading her lips. He focused on the man's face instead. He had seen it once before...on the American news. Seven months ago, Gerald Teleharin had robbed an American jewelry store. The police has searched, but hadn't found him. And here was this woman, seven months later, finally catching him. And knowing who he was.
A police car showed up a minute later. Lestrade got out, and after getting the man inside, turned to the woman. "Thank you, Carrie. We had no idea he was here. How'd you know?" Carrie smiled. "I was searching the area hotels. I found his vacated room. There was a business card for Elizabeth Jewelers partly under the bed. So, I tried it on a hunch." Lestrade was grinning by the time she finished. "You remind me of someone...my friend, actually. He's an enormous pain. And I think you could be too, if you wanted to be." Carrie grinned mischievously. "Yep. Last time I was in London was...April 6th, 2005. My aunt Meredith was still living here. I dropped by for 3 hours and 57 minutes before catching another flight to Paris, where I was working a case with Al." Lestrade shook his head ruefully. "You and Sherlock would make quite a pair."