Watson stopped off to grab his gun and once they made it back to 221b Baker Street, Céline received a text from Lestrade.
We are meeting at the corner 24-hour coffee shop near Baker Street in twenty minutes.
Before Watson went inside he watched her read her message.
"Watson, could you please tell Sherlock I had to leave? Lestrade called me for a meeting." Céline asked. Watson nodded.
"Of course, I can tell him." He replied. She thanked him and put the location into her maps. It was a 10-minute walk away. She took off down the street. Halfway through the walk, she heard her ringtone for Sherlock.
Come by when you finish up.
She replied as she turned onto to the street with the coffee shop. As she turned the corner she saw Lestrade, Anderson, and Sally exiting the car and also walking inside. Lestrade walked over to greet her but Sally and Anderson just sent her dirty looks and went inside.
"We're going to go over everything from the crime scene, then we are going to discuss…something Sally and Anderson suggested." Lestrade explained. He tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "Sorry that we couldn't spend time doing something else after hours." Céline blushed.
"Maybe after the case is over we can?" She suggested. Lestrade smiled.
"I would like that very much." He replied.
About an hour and a half later, Céline was begrudgingly accompanying Sally, Lestrade, Anderson and the drug unit to Sherlock's apartment under the guise of a drugs bust. On the way to Baker Street Céline texted Sherlock.
Drugs bust.
A few minutes into the search Sherlock arrived with Watson in tow. Céline refused to participate in the search and was just standing with Miss. Hudson to keep her calm.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock snapped at Lestrade as he rushed in. Lestrade was lounging in the recliner by the fireplace.
"Well I knew you'd find the case, I'm not stupid." Lestrade snapped back.
"You can't just break into my flat!" Sherlock argued with him.
"You can't withhold evidence, and I didn't break into your flat," Lestrade spoke as he stood.
"Well, what do you call this?" Sherlock spoke, getting angry.
"A drugs bust," Lestrade answered. Sherlock crossed his arms and Watson began laughing.
"Oh, come on, seriously? This guy, a junkie? Have you met him?" Watson asked, dumbfounded.
"John…" Sherlock began.
"Pretty sure, you could search this flat all day, you wouldn't find anything you could call recreational…" Watson pressed. Sherlock placed his hand on his chest.
"John, you probably want to shut up now…" He growled. Watson's smile fell and he looked from Sherlock to Lestrade.
"You?" Watson asked, sounding both amused and upset.
"Shut up!" Sherlock snapped at Watson, he turned and looked at Lestrade. "I'm not your sniffer dog."
"No! Anderson's my sniffer dog." Lestrade replied. Sherlock turned to look where Lestrade gestured. Anderson was searching in the kitchen and gave Sherlock a wave.
"What's he doing here? On a drugs bust?" Sherlock asked, both offended and annoyed.
"Oh, I volunteered." Anderson sneered.
"They all did. They're not strictly speaking on the drugs squad, but they're very keen." Lestrade spoke to Sherlock. Céline rolled her eyes. Sally walked out of the kitchen.
"Are these human eyes?" She asked, looking at a beaker that was full of them. Sherlock frowned.
"Put them back." He snapped.
"They were in the microwave," Sally argued. Sherlock went over and snatched the beaker, putting it back.
"It's an experiment." He snapped. As he came out of the kitchen he gave Céline an annoyed look. Sherlock went and stood beside her.
"Keep looking, guys." Lestrade encouraged the group searching. He turned his attention to Sherlock. "Or you could start helping me properly, and I'll stand them down."
"This is childish." Sherlock responded.
"I'm dealing with a child." Lestrade quickly retorted back, not missing a beat. "Sherlock, this is our case! I'm letting you in, but you don't go off on your own - clear?"
"What, so you set up a pretend drugs bust, to bully me?" Sherlock spoke, disgusted.
"Stops being pretend if they find anything." Lestrade retorted under his breath.
"I'm clean," Sherlock responded, rolling his eyes.
"Is your flat? All of it?" Lestrade asked. Sherlock got into his face.
"I don't even smoke!" He argued, pulling up his sleeve to reveal three nicotine patches. Lestrade did the same and revealed that he was also wearing one.
"Neither do I! So let's work together…We've found Rachel." Lestrade changed the subject. Sherlock suddenly seemed more interested.
"Who is she?" Sherlock asked.
"Jennifer Wilson's only daughter," Lestrade responded. Sherlock's face curled up in confusion.
"Her daughter. Why would she write her daughter's name, why?" He trailed off, thinking to himself.
"Never mind that, we found the case. According to someone the murderer has the case and here it is, in the hands of our favorite psychopath." Anderson suddenly cut in. Sherlock gave Céline another annoyed look before turning back to look at Anderson.
"I'm not a psychopath, Anderson. I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research!" Sherlock replied before turning to Lestrade. "You need to bring Rachel in, you need to question her. I need to question her…" He began
"She's dead." Lestrade cut him off.
"Excellent! How? When? Is there a connection? There has to be!" Sherlock excitedly spoke, his mind racing.
"I doubt it since she's been dead for fourteen years. Technically she was never alive. Rachel was Jennifer Wilson's stillborn daughter fourteen years ago." Lestrade responded. This confused Sherlock further.
"No. No, that's not right. Why would she do that?" He asked, looking to Céline.
"Why would she think of her daughter in her last moments. Yeah, sociopath, seeing it now." Anderson retorted. Sherlock kept his back to him.
"She didn't think about her daughter, she scratched her name on the floor. She was dying, it took effort, it would've hurt - she was trying to tell us something!" Sherlock snapped as he thought. Watson cut in.
"You said the victims all took the poison themselves. Somehow he makes them take it. Maybe he ... I dunno, talks to them. Maybe he used the death of her daughter somehow…" Watson suggested. Sherlock turned back toward him
"Oh, but that was ages ago - why would she still be upset?" Sherlock saw Watson cringe as he spoke. Sherlock quickly looked back and saw Céline had a cringe on her face as well.
"Not good?" Sherlock asked her. Céline shook her head, no.
"Bit not good, yeah," Watson added. Sherlock walked up to Céline.
"Yes, but listen! Céline, you're clever, if you were dying, if you'd been murdered, in your very last seconds, what would you say…" He asked her.
"I don't want to die. Please let me live." Céline frowned. She had experienced a near-death experience the night her father murdered her mother. Watson watched her closely then looked to Sherlock for his response.
"Céline, really?" Sherlock spoke, not convinced. He had no idea what happened to her when she was a child. No one in the room did. "Really imagine it."
"I don't have to." Céline calmly responded. Sherlock's face curled up in confusion but he put it into the back of his head. He turned to Watson.
"Watson?" He asked. "What would you say?"
"Please God let me live," Watson replied. Watson shared an understanding look with Céline. Sherlock walked over.
"Really, use your imagination." Sherlock retorted again, frowning. Watson shook his head.
"I don't have to," Watson replied. Suddenly, there was a ring on the doorbell and Miss. Hudson went to check and see who was ringing.
"Yes, but if you were clever if you were very clever... Jennifer Wilson, running all those lovers. She was clever, and she's telling us something!" Sherlock argued with Watson. Miss. Hudson quickly came back up the stairs.
"Isn't the doorbell working? Your taxi's here, Sherlock." She asked. Sherlock waved his hand passively.
"I didn't order a taxi, go away." Sherlock dismissively responded. Miss. Hudson frowned and went down to speak to the driver. Sherlock continued pacing. Lestrade shouted for everyone to keep looking again and suddenly Sherlock stopped dead in his tracks.
"Shut up! Everybody shut up, I'm thinking, don't move, don't breathe, Anderson, face the other way, you're putting me off!" Sherlock shouted. Everyone stopped to look at him and Lestrade shared a look with Céline.
"What, my face is?" Anderson asked.
"Everybody quiet and still. Anderson, turn your back." Lestrade ordered.
"For God's sake!" Anderson shouted.
"Your back, now, please!" Lestrade shouted back. Anderson turned around, his face curing up in anger. Sherlock continued to pace back and forth. Miss. Hudson returned again.
"What about your taxi?" Miss. Hudson innocently asked.
"Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock shouted before understanding. There was a moment of silence and he began to laugh. "Oh, she was clever. Clever, yes, I love her! She's cleverer than you lot dead! Do you see? Do you get it? She didn't lose her phone, she never lost it. She planted in on him. When she got out that car, she knew she was going to her death, she left the phone to lead us to her killer!" Sherlock explained. Mrs. Hudson gave Céline a frustrated glance and left back downstairs to speak with the taxi driver.
"But how?" Lestrade asked. Céline wandered out to the stairs and peeked down. She faintly heard Mrs. Hudson arguing with a man at the door. She frowned but went back into the room once she heard Miss. Hudson shut the door. Sherlock was at the computer and they were putting in "Rachel" as the password for the victim's smartphone account.
"So we can read her emails, so what?" Anderson sarcastically snapped.
"Don't talk out loud, Anderson, you lower the IQ of the whole street. We can do more than read her emails - it's a smartphone, it's got GPS. And if you lose it…" As Sherlock spoke he selected the "find my MePhone" option and a map began to load. "She's leading us right to the man who killed her."
"Unless he got rid of it." Anderson began.
"We know he didn't." Watson replied. Céline saw Mrs. Hudson return again.
"Sherlock, dear this taxi driver!" She pressed again. Céline frowned, she didn't realize taxi drivers were this pushy.
"Mrs. Hudson, isn't it time for your evening soother?" Sherlock snapped. The computer suddenly rang and everyone rushed over.
"Get some vehicles ready, get a helicopter, we need to move fast - that phone battery won't last forever," Sherlock spoke as Watson looked at the laptop.
"Sherlock…" Watson asked, sounding upset.
"Where is it, where, quickly!" Sherlock knelt beside Watson, looking at the screen. Céline saw Sherlock's face drop and he looked back at her with another annoyed look.
"What?" Lestrade asked, crossing his arms.
"It's here. It's in 221 Baker Street." Watson read. Everyone took a deep breath.
"But it can't be. How can it be here? How?" Sherlock asked, directing the question toward Céline. Céline furrowed her brow as she thought for a moment. Suddenly she got a strange feeling about the taxi driver outside. She thought about the witness accounts all mentioning a taxi and frowned.
"Could it be that…" She thought to herself as she and Sherlock stared at each other.
"Maybe it was in the case when you brought it back - fell out somewhere," Lestrade suggested. Sherlock frowned, breaking his eye contact with Céline too look at Lestrade.
"And I didn't notice. Me? I didn't notice." Sherlock argued.
"Guys, we're also looking for a mobile somewhere here - belonged to the victim…" Lestrade shouted. Sherlock began to pace again, going through all the case details.
"Who do we trust, even if don't know them? Who passes unnoticed wherever they go? Who hunts in the middle of a crowd?" Sherlock thought to himself. He looked at Céline again and they both stared at each other as they both thought and suddenly Sherlock's phone rang. He and Céline shared a confused glance before he looked down at it. He looked as if he was in a daze.
Come with me.
Sherlock stared at the text for a long moment before looking up at Céline and heading for the door. Lestrade saw him leaving.
"Where are you going?" Watson called.
"Nowhere. Fresh air, just popping out for a moment." Sherlock replied.
"Go with him." Lestrade ordered Céline. Céline nodded and followed him out. As they went downstairs Sherlock passed her his phone and she read the text and frowned, handing his phone back.