A/N: Of course I don't own this. Don't try to pretend, you know who I am, it doesn't work.

You can probably figure out what's going on pretty quickly on your own, so I'm giving you no hints. Just go read it. Go.


"SHUT UP, ANDERSON!" John roared over the forensics expert's next sentence. Everyone in the room was shocked into silence. But John wasn't done. "What the hell makes you think that bothering him like this will help us solve anything? I don't care what you think about him, I don't care that you're jealous, I don't care that you hate him, but that's my sister this madman's got and if you keep interrupting the only man who can save her, so help me I will-"

"JOHN!" roared Sherlock. "Shut up, I'm trying to think!"

There was another silence, wherein John ground his teeth in frustration and glared.

Then-

"Oh. Oh! Ah... this one's clever..."

John breathed again. They would find Harry. Sherlock had found the lead.