A/N: Hello! I am not British, so I apologize for anything that doesn't sound... British. Please let me know! :) Enjoy!
Prologue
"Hand me your phone," Sherlock Holmes said flatly, interrupting the long silence that had come over the room. "I need to send a text."
John Watson, his focus having vanished at the disruption, glanced up from his laptop. "And you can't use yours because...?"
The consulting detective's expression remained deadpan at his friend's annoyed tone. "Mine's not working," He answered simply. "No service."
With a roll of his eyes, John reached into his pocket, pulling his mobile out. Upon further examination, he found that his phone was no better than Sherlock's. "Well, sorry to disappoint you, but mine's not working either."
Sherlock quirked an eyebrow, frowning slightly. "Huh."