'3000 dollars or 1500 pounds in plane tickets, two back packs, one global mobile phone, 5,000 dollars to our names, and a plan is all they thought they would need. The two girls had no idea what they're soul searching; view seeking trip to England would turn into a race against the clock and the suits.'
"That's rubbish, what is it?"
"Please stop reading over my should while I blog. And you know what it is, it was our last case!" John had stopped typing to look up a Sherlock. "The one that Emily and Andy helped us on."
"Helped?" snorted Sherlock. "All they did was get in the way." He climbed onto the back of his chair and touched his fingertips together.
"You bounced ideas off them and it was nice to talk to actual people." John closed his laptop and swiveled in his chair to face Sherlock. "Not to mention without them we wouldn't have even found the damn thing."
Sherlock's eyes flicker to John and then back at the wall. "I would have found it, might have taken a little longer but I would have," he mumbled through his hands.
John was in a challenging mood. The girls had been very sweet and very helpful and were a change of pace. "So you're telling me, if we would have driven past them and not stopped, we would still be sitting here today, with the case closed?"
Sherlock did not respond or move. John smiled and wiped his hands on his pants. He pushed himself out of the desk chair. "Tea?"
000
"Emily, use your womanly ways and get us a ride to the next town," joked Andy as she nudged her friend in the side. "It's getting dark."
Emily shoved her back into the dirt along the road. "If you're so worried about it, you use your womanly ways!" The two continued to walk in silence. The two casting strange shadows as the sun dipped below the horizon.
'The two were a strange sight to see out in the middle of nowhere. They weren't your normal hitchhikers. They were clean and polite and seemed to know exactly where they were going.
The two were very different but very much the same. Andy was a foot taller than Emily but still at chin level on Sherlock. Emily was petite with long dark hair and pale skin while Andy was broad shouldered with a short crop of brown hair and a tan. But both of them smiled and laughed at the same things and spoke in the same American accent. They didn't seem to have a care in the world.'
Emily rubbed her arms and attempted not to look cold as a gust of wind brought them to a stop. "Time to add a clothing layer." She unbuckled her pack and put it on the ground to dig through it.
"Agreed," nodded Andy and expertly pulled a sweater out of a pocket on the side of her bag. She grinned at Emily kneeling on the ground.
She looked up at her grinning friend. "Smooth. But you still have to take your bag off to put it on." She giggled as the smile fell from Andy's face.
She threw her pack on the ground and roughly pulled the sweater over her head. "You know, you get just a little bitchy when the sun goes down." The two stared at each other and then began to laugh. Emily went back to searching for a sweatshirt. Andy rubbed her hands together and looked up at the sky. "Supper while we're stopped?" she asked more to the stars than her companion.
"Sure. Instant soup or the sandwiches that are probably destroyed?" She made a noise as she surrendered to her bag. "Did you hear me?"
Andy looked back down to her friend. "I don't care. Neither sound very good." Emily agrees. "Do you want to barrow a sweater?"
"Yeah, I must have left mine at the hostel or something." She began to rummage through the other bag. "I'll have to get one in the next town, also some real food." She pulled an ugly green cable sweater out of Andy's pack and stared at her. "Trade me."
"Beggars can't be choosers my dear."
"But this one is really ugly."
"So I should wear it?"
"Yes."
"Remember that thing about you getting a little bitchy? You're proving me right." Andy pulled off her sweater and threw it at Emily, wrapping it around her face. They both pulled on the new layers and Emily started searching for the last of their food. Andy looked back at the stars.
000
"You really think a case that we had 'help' on is worth blogging about?" asked Sherlock, surprisingly using air quotes as he said help.
John looked up from his tea and shook his head. "What's with the?" he mimed the air quotes. "They helped whether you like it or not. I know that's hard for you to wrap you brain around but."
"I understand the meaning of the word help. I just don't like the thought of people thinking that I, we, need help." He touched his fingertips together and then leaned back in his chair.
"Well we did. This time anyway. But that's not to say you weren't up to your normal brilliance standards, you just needed fresh eyes."
"Fresh eyes…" Sherlock abruptly stood up. "I do need fresh eyes." He quickly wrapped his scarf around his neck and pulled on his coat. "I meant to go get some weeks ago!" Sherlock spun on his heel and headed down the steps.
"That's not what I meant!" shouted John after him. John looked at his tea and then to the door. "Remember last time he went out on his own for body parts?" He quickly abandoned his tea and pulled on a jacket. "I hate going to the police station that late at night."
"Sherlock!" John slammed the door behind him.