Both of them ran through London, chasing a cab through the use of a map Sherlock had memorised as a child. They jumped over buildings and up and down lots of stairs. After many close calls when the cab, they eventually caught it, and Sherlock immediately started to whack it with his hand.
"Police! Open her up" he commanded as he reached the passenger door, and wretched it open.
His face fell.
"No...Teeth, tan. What - Californian...? LA, Santa Monica. Just arrived."
"Explain" said John, standing beside Sherlock
"The luggage" said Sherlock, "Probably your first trip to London, right? Going by your final destination and the cabbie's route."
"Sorry - are you guys the police?" asked the man.
"Yeah. Everything all right?" asked Sherlock.
"Yeah" nodded the man. Sherlock thought for a moment.
"Welcome to London" he said and he ran off.
"Er, any problems - just let us know" said John and he walked to where Sherlock stood.
"Basically just a cab that happened to slow down" he said to the taller man.
"Basically" confirmed Sherlock, both men looked over to the cab to see passenger talking to the actually police.
"Not the murderer" said John, they kept watching the police, who kept glancing in their direction.
"Not the murderer, no."
"Wrong country, good alibi."
"As they go."
"Still nicking stuff when people are being annoying?" teased John
"Yeah" laughed Sherlock, the policeman started to walk over to them, "got your breath back?"
"Ready when you are" said John and they ran away.
(*SHERLOCK - BEST FRIENDS)
John lay on Sherlock's bed, head hanging over the side as he watched the boy himself work on yet another experiment.
"So what is this experiment about?" asked John.
"How long it takes for a maths book to burn" replied Sherlock.
"Are you burning your homework again?" asked John, sitting upright.
"The teacher no longer accepts the dog ate it. Redbeard enjoys it" said Sherlock. John shook his head and lay back down.
He saw that Sherlock had hidden something under his draws, he rolled off the bed, and reached under the draws.
John pulled out Mycroft's black umbrella.
"Sherlock" called John.
Sherlock hummed.
"Why do you have Mycroft's umbrella?" asked John.
"He was annoying me" said Sherlock, "kept trying to make me eat."
(*SHERLOCK-BEST FRIENDS*)
Sherlock ran through the front door of 221, laughing.
"OK...That was ridiculous. That was the most ridiculous thing...I've ever done" gasped John as he hung his jacket up. Sherlock hung his on the banister and both leaned on the wall. .
"And you invaded Afghanistan" laughed Sherlock.
"That wasn't just me. Why aren't we back at the restaurant?"
"They can keep an eye out. It was a long shot anyway."
"So what were we doing there?"
"Oh, just passing the time. And proving a point" smiled Sherlock.
"What point?" John asked, confused.
"You" Sherlock looked at John.
"What point?"
"Ask the man at the door" said Sherlock as there was a knock at the door.
"I hate it when you do that" said John as he pushed himself off the wall and answered the door. Angelo stood there.
"Sherlock texted me" he laughed, "he said you forgot this." And he handed John his cane.
John took the cane and stared at Sherlock, his eyes wide.
Sherlock was talking to a distressed Mrs Hudson. He glanced at John, and ran upstairs.
"Thank you" John said to Angelo, before closing the door and running up the stairs
"What are you doing?" he heard Sherlock ask as he arrived in the flat to see it crowded with police.
"Well, I knew you'd find the case, I'm not stupid" said Greg as he sat in Sherlock's chair. He pointed to the pink case.
"You can't just break into my flat" argued Sherlock.
"You can't withhold evidence - and I didn't break in" said Lestrade as he held up a piece of paper.
"It's a drugs bust."
"Seriously? This guy ..." began John. He saw that Greg was about to interrupt and quickly talked.
"You could search this flat all day, you wouldn't find anything you could call recreational."
"On the bathtub there is a lose tile, he hides it there, checked it this morning. It's clear."
"Why would we believe that?" asked Greg, his face puzzled.
"Shut up! I'm not your sniffer dog" yelled Sherlock.
"Anderson's my sniffer dog" said Greg as if it were obvious. Said man's head appeared from the kitchen. To say Sherlock was furious would be an understatment.
"Anderson, what are YOU doing here on a drugs bust?"
"Oh, I volunteered" sneered Anderson.
"They all did. They're not strictly speaking ON the drug squad, but they're very keen" said Greg. Anderson smirked.
"Are these human eyes?" asked Sally, holding a bag of eyes.
"Put those back!" John grabbed the bag and put it back in the microwave.
"It's an experiment." Greg saw that Sherlock was slowly getting angrier, so he moved it onto the case.
"We're a team" he said. Sherlock glared at him.
"This is childish" Sherlock sulked.
"Well, I'm dealing with a child. Sherlock, this is our case. I'm letting you in, but you do not go off on your own. Clear? We work together" said Greg, standing up.
"What - so you set up a pretend drugs bust to bully me?" said Sherlock. John sat down.
"No, to make you realise that you don't work on your own" said Greg.
"I work with John" said Sherlock. There was a hush on the flat as everyone looked at John. Who was staring at his leg?
"So we all work together. We've found Rachel."
"Who is she?" asked Sherlock.
