Sherlock stood next to Watson looking at the body that once belonged to Isaac Proctor.
"You sure you should be here?" Gregson asked from the other side of Proctor.
"I'm fine," Sherlock stated, as he began walking over to a small cart on the other side of the morgue.
"How is he?" Gregson asked looking at Watson
"He really should be resting, but I think the fact of who Irene really is has pressured him to solve this thing," Watson stated.
Sherlock picked up plastic bag that had a cellphone in it and asked, "Who do these belong to?"
Watson walked over to Sherlock with a cup of tea in her hands.
"Why don't you take break for a while," Watson suggested handing him the cup of tea.
"I need to deduce her plan before it's to late," Sherlock insisted, accepting the tea. "I'm so close."
"How's the pain?" Watson asked.
"Fine," Sherlock said taking a sip of tea.
"On a scale of one to ten," Watson said.
Sherlock thought for a moment then said, "Pi."
"3.14?" Watson asked.
"Correct," Sherlock said, before turning back to the map on the wall.
"What do you have so far?" Watson asked, not believing Sherlock's pain was around three.
Sherlock began explaining the feud between Macedonia and Greece over Macedonia's name and what would happen if the name changed.
"So she's going to have someone from Greece to kill Bacera just to make a billion dollars," Watson summed up.
"I think I know who," Sherlock stated.
"Who?" Watson asked.
"Christos Theophilus, AKA 'The Narwhal'," Sherlock stated.
Sherlock and Watson watched through the mirrored glass as Theophilus told Bell and Gregson about his daughter and what Moriarty wanted him to do.
The police had arrested him just outside the Bacera household with a revolver in his pocket.
"Something's not right about this," Sherlock said.
"What do you mean?" Watson asked.
"I don't know," Sherlock replied walking out of the observation room.
Later that evening Watson walked into the brownstone with a bag of chinese food take out. She walked into the living room, only to find Sherlock still staring at the wall of evidence he had been staring since they got home.
"Take a break and eat something," Watson said walking over to her partner.
"What did I miss?" Sherlock muttered, not hearing Watson.
"Think about what hasn't made sense," Watson suggested as leaned against the desk behind her.
That time Sherlock heard her and asked, "Why didn't I think of that before?"
"Because you're tired, hungry and need to rest," Watson stated.
"I am none of the above. I'm perfectly fine," Sherlock argued, not taking his eyes away from the wall.
"When was the last time you slept?" Watson asked.
"The night Moriarty showed up in my hospital room," Sherlock responded.
"Right, so I'm ordering that you take a break and lie down for a while. You need to rest," Watson stated.
"If I do that and something bad happens the only person to blame would be me because I did not figure out how to stop it," Sherlock explained.
Watson didn't say anything else she just stood up and walked out of the room toward the kitchen
"What makes sense and what doesn't?" Sherlock mutter to himself.
At one in the morning Watson woke up to having Sherlock standing over her with a flashlight in his hand and shining it her eyes.
"What are you doing?" Watson asked.
"Sutter Risk Management," Sherlock stated.
"What are you talking about?" Watson asked.
"It's what doesn't make sense," Sherlock replied as he began to explain what he figured out.