Fluff,Fluff and more Fluff.
Mycroft was able to track down the signal for the bug, an just as Sherlock had suspected, it was 'The Hatter'.
Sherlock stood outside of what looked like an abandon building. Dull, it seems like all criminals are the same now a days, why can't at least one be a little creative and choose a secret hideout that ISN'T in an abandon building.
'The Hatter' is inside; there is a bird cage on a table in the middle of the room on the second floor. -MH
Sherlock smiled a bird cage? How convenient, although John wouldn't like it, it certainly made things easier for Sherlock. As Sherlock circled around the building he found an open window. Amateur, Sherlock was a little disappointed, he was hoping that 'The Hatter' would turn out to be some criminal mastermind who would challenge him. He was so obvious, an abandon hat factory, really? This was quite disappointing.
Once in the building, Sherlock scanned the area. No one, he was alone on the first floor and according to Mycroft they were 3 floors, and John and 'The Hatter' were on the second.
"You better start talking bite size!" said a deep voice, 'The Hatter'.
Sherlock followed the voice to a staircase, he quietly tip-toed up the stairs.
"Let me get this right, your flatmate get your tea mixed up with his chemicals and shrunk you? Oi! You two really are too much! Now,"
There pause and click.
"TELL ME WHAT THE FORMULA IS!"
"I don't know," said a quite whisper.
As Sherlock peered his head around the corner of the stairs, he saw a Tall and thin man rattle a cage in the middle of an empty room.
The man was tall and thin, he had red hair with some grays just peeking through. His had green pricing eyes and pale skin. He wore suspenders with a with a pure white shirt with blood stains on it.
"HA! Do you seriously expect me to believe you? I would step on you right now, but I don't feel like cleaning up the mess right now. SO, either tell the formula, or I will tie you down to a tire and watch as you get crash and smashed into the ground!"
"Or, I could get shot you in the head if you like." 'The Hatter' felt something cold and hard pressed against the back of his head. "Who- Who are you?"
"Someone who you shouldn't trifle with." said the cold, deep voice.
"Lestrade! Come get your man!"
An older man come into the room and placed cuffs on 'The Hatter' and lead him out of the building and into a police car waiting outside. Lestrade looked over towards John, who was shaken in fear. John had curled himself into a ball and held on tight to himself.
"John, it's alright, I'm here, he's gone. I'm going to take you home now." Sherlock tucked John into his scarf and hid him inside of it and nodded towards Lestrade.
"Alright man! All clear!" and with that Lestrade's men came flooding in, and Sherlock walked right out into the street with a 3-inch-tall man tucked under his scarf and call over a cab.
In the cab Sherlock sat in silence, although the cabbie couldn't hear, Sherlock could hear the quiet breathing from a tiny creature which had snuggled up and fallen asleep.
Sorry for it being so short, but I really just wanted to get the that last part. I just loved the idea of Sherlock having to sneak John out and him falling asleep in his scarf. *Sigh*
Oh yes, just so you know...I do NOT own Sherlock, trust me, if I did there would be 76% more fluff in the show.