"Oh Damn, I don't have a key," Molly said. The three were outside the door of Tom's flat. Molly had knocked, just in case Tom was inside but no one had answered. In response to her comment, Sherlock just raised his eyes, strode briskly up to the door, and turned the handle. It opened.
"Tom never locks his door," he said in response to John and Molly's stunned faces.
Molly stared at him. "How is it you know that and I don't? I was engaged to him. For a long time!"
"A surprisingly large amount of time, really, considering his intellectual habits. For example, the odd routine of never remembering to lock his door…"
Molly glared at Sherlock as he walked passed her into Toms flat. The apartment looked completely normal-small, reasonably tidy kitchen, bedroom down the hall, bathroom right next door. Sherlock surveyed the kitchen quickly, and then, apparently finding nothing worth investigating, he headed into the little bedroom.
Again, Molly and John, at least, could see nothing unusual about the place. It was a small room, with an untidy bed shoved in one corner and a little desk pushed into the other. It was the desk Sherlock headed to immediately.
"Well Molly," he said, pulling out a mini-slide magnifying glass and examining the desk lamp. "Tom clearly wasn't taken from his apartment, and…" he unscrewed the bulb of the desk lamp and help it up to the light coming in from the windows. "He probably hasn't been here since the night he broke it off with you, judging by the state of this lightbulb."
John and Molly didn't even ask.
Sherlock put back the bulb, and turned his attention to the crappy PC sitting on Toms desk. He opened it. "Tell me Molly did Tom like football?"
"Oh, he loved it," Molly said, her face saddening as the memories came back. "He and I used to go to Pubs when the matches were on…his favorites were the Arsenals."
"Yep," Sherlock said, typing A-R-S-E-N-A-L-S into the computer and hitting enter. The computer unlocked and displayed a home screen photo, the desk top photo a picture of Tom and Molly sitting together in a park.
Ignoring Molly's soft "aww," noise, Sherlock immediately preceded to check Tom's search history.
"The last time he opened a browser was last Friday." Sherlock turned to Molly. "That's when he dumped you, yeah?"
"Sherlock! Jesus, don't be so insensitive!"
Sherlock looked as if he was about to argue but then seemed to finally register the sadness on Molly's face. He paused awkwardly. "Sorry," he eventually managed to get out.
"It's okay," she said quietly, pushing back tears that she knew they had no time for. "So, Friday was the last time he opened a browser…so what?"
"So," said Sherlock, clicking a few keys and moving the mouse. "What did he feel the need to google at…." He checked a time, "9:43 pm? Ahh…." Sherlock stepped away from the screen so Molly and John could see the website Tom had found directly after breaking up with Molly.
"Neon Nightclub?"
"Ohhh, Tom…. that wasn't even clever, I just checked your search history…. amazing isn't it, how he can still be disappointing when he isn't even here…" Sherlock spoke in a disapproving voice as he headed quickly to the door, his coat flapping out dramatically behind him. Molly and John jogged to catch up with him as he headed down the rainy streets of central London.
"So, we're going to a nightclub now huh?" John asked.
"Not now John. I don't know if you've noticed or not but it's 2 in the afternoon. But later, yes. Obviously."