The three men were led into Irene's office, where there were several screens that showed various areas of the zoo.
Irene points to one of the screens.
"Pay attention to this screen, boys. I'll show you the footage we recorded from last night."
They all gather around and watch closely at the scene that unfolds before them.
Sherlock, John, Lestrade, and Mycroft are all stumbling around inside the zoo, near the tiger's cage. Everyone is laughing hysterically.
John is leaning on Lestrade for support, while Sherlock and Mycroft seem to be fighting over a beer bottle. Sherlock is holding it, but Mycroft is trying to snatch it from his hands.
In the room, Sherlock and Mycroft shift uncomfortably due to embarrassment. However, Mycroft also sighs in relief.
"Oh, thank God John was with us."
Irene looks at Mycroft, annoyed.
"Please just watch the video."
Mycroft glares at her, but looks back at the screen. As the men approach the tiger's cage, Sherlock pulls something small out of his pocket and picks the lock to the cage.
They slowly go into the cage and Sherlock approaches the tiger. A second shot shows Lestrade approaching the tiger's water supply.
Lestrade chuckles a bit at his drunken state, but his face quickly changes when he sees himself urinating into the tiger's water. Sherlock and Mycroft turn to Lestrade with a confused look.
Irene pauses the video and turns to Lestrade. The look on her face is enough for Lestrade to understand the message.
"I guess I'll go wait outside, then?"
"Good idea."
Once he leaves, Mycroft speaks up.
"He's a little strange when he is intoxicated."
Irene says nothing and resumes the video. The very next shot is Sherlock and the others leading the tiger to the car just outside the gate.
The tiger allows itself to be led into the backseat. Irene turns to the two brothers.
"By the way, where did you guys get a police car."
Mycroft answers her.
"We actually stole it from two police officers."
Irene bursts out laughing and continues with the video, but Sherlock speaks up.
"Very nice tiger too, she's very beautiful."
Just as he says that, Sherlock coaxes the tiger to jump on him. The tiger puts her two front paws on his shoulders, with her hind legs still on the ground.
The three men in the video watch as Sherlock starts to move slowly.
"Look guys! I'm slow dancing with a tiger!"
Irene chuckles, but turns to Sherlock anyway.
"Who does stuff like this?"
"Well," Sherlock starts. "I don't drink very much. You can see why."
The video ends and Irene opens the door to let them out.
"That's all the cameras got. I hope that helps to find your friend. Now if you'll please leave. It would seem I have to change the tiger's water bin."
They waste no time getting Lestrade and getting into their car to drive away. On the road, Mycroft drives, Sherlock is in the passenger's seats and Lestrade sits in the back.
"So what do we do now?" Mycroft asks. Sherlock is the one to respond.
"Well, we obviously did that at night. We would have to take the tiger straight back to the hotel so we must have lost him there, or sometime in between. Damn, I wish I could figure out how we lost him. I think we should call Sarah."
"Thank you for finally saying something reasonable, Sherlock!"
"We have no choice, but maybe she's heard from John."
"Exactly. Let's call her as soon as we get back to the hotel. Just one thing though, let's not mention anything about the whole stripper or tiger ordeal. I advise that we stay focused on John." Sherlock rolls his eyes, but smiles right after.
Mycroft stops at a red light, it is night outside but there is no one around due to the area they are in being rather barren.
Lestrade speaks up from the back.
"What are we going to do about this car? How are we going to explain this to the rental company?"
"There's not much we can do besides pay for the repairs, I suppose." Sherlock answers.
None of them noticed the car that was speeding toward them while they were stopped. A black SUV rammed into the side of their car, pinning their car to a nearby building.
All of them scream on impact, but quickly make sure they're alright before looking to see what happened. The car backs away, giving a reasonable amount of room.
A somewhat short, black-haired man steps out from the passenger's seat and walks in front of the rental car.
Lestrade recognizes him immediately.
"Hey, isn't that the guys that was in our trunk?"
Sherlock and Mycroft are silent, but try to remain as calm as possible.
This man was wearing a Westwood suit, so Sherlock assumed that the shoes he found belonged to this man. When he spoke, the guys were surprised to learn that he was also from Britain.
"If you boys wouldn't mind, please step out of the car."
A few men step toward their car. Mycroft looks over at them and leans toward Sherlock.
"Those are the men we saw at the chapel." Sherlock nods and the man indicates for the two men to remove them from their car.
They grab Sherlock first, practically dragging him through the window. Mycroft, being in the driver's seat, is pulled more roughly through. The mystery man points to the backseat to Lestrade, who is clearly trying to conceal himself.
"Don't forget that grey-haired one!"
The two men grab Lestrade through the window and roughly pull him through the window. He tries to act brave, but the two men laugh at him.
He walks over to Sherlock and Mycroft, and the man speaks up.
"I believe you boys have something that belongs to me."
They don't speak for a while, but Lestrade answers him.
"We don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't give me that! You stole from the wrong man, boys."
Mycroft sighs in annoyance.
"Listen sir, we don't remember anything that happened last night. Would you care to elaborate?"
"Of course, Mycroft. We met late last night at a casino. I took a liking to you boys and I was, of course, a little intoxicated myself. I was stupid enough to have you look after my mobile while I played blackjack."
Sherlock stares at this man in amazement.
"So you crashed our car for a phone?"
"I am in a very tough business. I need that for work-related purposes."
"Wait, so how did you end up in the trunk?"
The man sighs and rolls his eyes, but shakes it off and responds.
"Well, I confronted you later that night, but you started screaming that I was coming after you and locked me in the trunk!"
Sherlock and the others start snickering, much to the annoyance of the man.
"Sorry, but that's just funny."
The man laughs sarcastically.
"I'm glad you find that funny, because I'm not sure you'll find this so funny." He point to his car, where they see a man in the backseat of the car. He was struggling and there was a bag over his head. The three men promptly start freaking out.
"John!" Sherlock yells from where he's standing. He tries to run to the car, but is held back by one of the henchmen.
Mycroft and Lestrade try to run to the car as well, but Mycroft is thrown onto the ground and Lestrade is punched in the stomach.
Mycroft gets up off the ground and helps Lestrade to stay up. They all manage to calm themselves long enough for Mycroft to speak.
"Okay, you have John, we understand. What do you want?"
"You know what I want, my dear. If you want to see Johnny boy again, you'll get me that phone back!"
"What kind of phone was it?"
"A blackberry."
"You've got a deal." Mycroft is met with glaring looks from the guys.
"Very well. Meet me in the desert, first thing in the morning."
"I hope you realize how utterly ridiculous it is for you to abduct a friend of ours over a mobile phone."
The man walks toward his car, uninterested in taking the conversation further.
"You know where to find me, gentlemen."
The three men all wait until the car is out of sight, then they run into what's left of their car. With their minds now in a panic about John's safety with this unidentified criminal, they speed back to the hotel.