Chapter 6

After convincing Mrs. Hudson to leave Baker Street (and hoping England wouldn't fall), Sherlock scurried up to 221B to debug his flat. First, however, he would have to do a little acting for the cameras as to not raise suspicions on his new ally.

"Where have you been?" asked John as Sherlock breezed through the door.

"Out. I had to do some thinking."

"And?" asked his clueless companion.

"Our flat has been bugged." replied Sherlock casually.

"Wait, what?"

"It's the only explanation. There's no way Moriarty would send a thief with a specialty in security and agility to relay a simple message. Obviously she was doing more here. Let me see your wallet."

John handed over his wallet and Sherlock quickly began taking all his cards, cash, and other odds and ends out and dumping them on the floor.

"Oi! What do you think you're doing?!" exclaimed the doctor, getting a bit annoyed with Sherlock's antics.

"Aha!" exclaimed Sherlock, holding up a small black chip the size of his pinky nail. "You've been bugged, John. That little girl must have snuck this in there before giving your wallet back."

"I..oh…why would I be bugged? Is your wallet bugged as well?"

"No. She didn't get the chance, remember?"

"Yes. Right. So this whole flat is bugged then? Any chance of getting it all removed?"

"We can try, but it's going to be difficult. We're going to have to call in an expert."

"Mycroft?"

"Mycroft."