"We need to go to the lab." Sherlock said, grabbing his coat.

"Then we'll come too." Ally said, receiving confused stares. "What? We could help you. We're not as dumb as we may look."

"No." Sherlock said abruptly. "John, get them out of here." Then he left.

"I-I'm sorry, girls. You have to leave." John said, shakily.

"Okay." Ally said, stomping out.

Ω

The girls were outside, not really knowing what to do next. "Umm, we need a place to stay. How bout a SHETOAP." Clara said, pulling out her diary.

"Sounds funny. Like 'shut up' with an accent." Ally said. Now they had a nice silver rug with dark blue letters spelling out SHETOAP. They made sure to hide a bit before disappearing into it.

"So, to the lab!" Ally said.

"We're going to meet Moriarty." Clara sang.

Ω

"Jim works in IT upstairs." Molly said. "That's how we met. Office romance."

"Hey." Jim said.

"Gay." Sherlock muttered. "I mean, hey."

"Wait!" Ally and Clara rushed in. "Did we miss him?" When the two spotted Jim they rushed in for a hug.

"I'm sorry. Jim, do you know these two?" Molly asked, stunned.

"Uh.. No. I-" he stuttered.

"What are you two doing here." Sherlock said, annoyed. At least the problem was enough for him to tear his eyes away from the microscope. "I told you not to come."

"Well, you tell a lot of people a lot of things." Ally shot a look of defiance.

"Clara and Ally, Hi." Clara shook his hand after the hug. "Very big fan of your work."

"My work?"

"You know being an evi-" Ally elbowed Clara in the stomach before she could finish what she was going to say. And if Jim noticed that the girls knew about him, he didn't show it.

"Your work in IT... upstairs." Clara finished instead.

"Yeah. Well, I've got to go. It was nice meeting you." He said to Sherlock.

Ally knew Sherlock wasn't going to answer so she elbowed him too.

"Hey. Ow!" Sherlock exclaimed. He gave a little sigh. "You too."

"What do you mean he's gay?" Molly asked after a Jim left.

"Isn't it obvious?" Sherlock then went into a rant of all the clear signs that he was gay. Ending with Jim's phone number and Molly stomping out of the room.

"Well, you're one to talk." Ally muttered.

"What?" Sherlock said.

"No nothing. Can I have the number? It doesn't look like you're going to do anything with it."

Sherlock handed the number to Ally, now not as interested in the case. "So why are you here?"

"We're not important. You have to solve the puzzle before the bomb goes off!" That gave the two girls a glare of distrust.

"Then, if you clearly aren't going to stop until you help, why don't you tell me what you think?" Sherlock handed a shoe to both girls.

The girls gave each other a mischievous look because they knew exactly what was going on.

"The owner loved the shoes so he whitened them and replaced the laces uh 4 times." Ally began.

"There are traces of his skin so he suffered from eczema. The shoes are well worn more on the inside so the owner had weak arches." Clara added.

"British made. 20 years old." Ally and Clara had memorized these lines inside the new SHETOAP which looked like a lob inside to fit with the Sherlock theme. They hoped to impress Sherlock and, by the looks of it, it worked. John was looking at them in shock while Sherlock looked in interest.

"Someone's kept them looking new, Sherlock. So a child... with big feet."

Something in Sherlock's mind clicked. "Carl Powers."

"I'm sorry, what?" But Sherlock and the girls were already rushing to find a taxi. "Great. Three geniuses." John mumbled, grabbing his coat. "One more annoying than the last."