Holmes took the suitcase to Baker Street and of course, Shinichi followed. Part of him expected to get shoo'd away as he was, sadly, quite accustomed to. However, when they reached the door Holmes held it open for him and Shinichi was more than happy to step inside. He followed Holmes up the stairs to the main area and noticed immediately that the layout was exactly like the museum had been. The only real differences, that Shinichi could see, were the fact it was clearly lived in and very modernized. Other than that everything was exactly as it had been-even Holmes' chair was sat in the exact same place. It was amazing. Simply, breathtakingly, amazing.
Holmes had taken the suitcase over to the sofa and immediately started to root through it, turning the carefully and neatly packed clothes into a messy pile within seconds. "It's not here." He finally said after a few more moments of ransacking the the poor suit case.
"What's not?" Conan returned his attention to the case at hand, having some difficulty pulling himself out of the overwhelming idea that he was at 221B Baker Street while Sherlock Holmes was there.
"I'll assume you just weren't paying attention and give you a minute to catch up or I'm kicking you out. I don't have time to deal with children." Holmes said harshly, alerting Shinichi that he was both serious about that threat and frustrated-very frustrated.
The younger moved over to the case and looked quickly through it, even going as far to run his fingers inside the inner compartments and frowning slightly at the mess inside the case. Were there outside pockets? He didn't remember seeing anything like that on the case but he flips it closed just in case to get a good look.
"Time's up. What's missing?" The older detective zipped up the case and set it off to the side before looking expectantly at the younger.
"Her phone." Shinichi stated simply. "Someone working in the media would no doubt have one on them at all times - her especially since she can't very well give her lovers' her home phone number. And even then, Hattori and I were thinking she might have been in town for some kind of interview or something work related with out how dressed up she was-surely someone like that would want their phone on them."
"Good. I was afraid for a moment I was going to throw you out." Holmes nodded, steeping his fingers together as he sat back in thought.
Shinichi turned as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. An Elderly lady appeared dressed in dark purple and Shinichi had a good idea as to who she was.
"Oh, Sherlock, you said you'd be late-I didn't expect you back so soon." The lady stated before her eyes fell on the small detective. "Who's this young man?" She smiled kindly at him. Holmes looked at the lady to Conan.
"Conan-Son of a colleague- Parents very recently deceased- he'll be staying with me for awhile." He waved it off before leaning back to lay down on the couch and steepled his fingers together again.
"Poor dear, I'll make you a nice cup of cocoa." The lady Shinichi was now positive was Mrs. Hudson swopped down on him, looking him over carefully before returning her attention to her tenant. "Was it murder?" She asked before turning back to the seemingly seven year old child she was now under the impression was orphaned. "Well, don't worry, you'll be safe under this roof." She assured.
"Yes." Holmes' voice caused them both to turn the the Detective that was clearly trying to think about the case but kept being distracted. "Big explosion-nine dead, nothing left-very tragic. Now get him some food or something, I need to think." He waved her away.
"Th-that's okay, I don't need anything-the brain works better on an empty stomach." Conan shook his head, not even slightly interested in the idea of food.
"…Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson rounded on the older detective who actually winced as he was ripped out out of his thoughts.
"What?"
"Have you been teaching him your bad habits?" She demanded, gently pulling Conan away from Holmes.
"No? No! How much time do you think I've had to teach him anything?" Holmes asked, raising an eyebrow at the accusation.
"Enough." She said sternly. "Come on dear, you can come back up once you've had a nice meal."
"But-" Conan started to protest.
"What? No, you can't take him-he's helping me with the case." Sherlock protested for him. Mrs. Hudson was unmoved.
"And when's the last time he's eaten?" She crossed her arms.
"Uh…" Conan faltered, trying to think about it, coming to the conclusion that the last time he ate was breakfast right before Hattori had burst through the agency door.
"Much too long then. He can help you after he's eaten." Mrs. Hudson said decidedly, giving neither of them room to argue as she ushered Conan towards the stairs