The door to the Baker Street residence closes. The camera rests a moment on the house number, 221B.
Now inside the townhouse, Sherlock and Joon collapse with their backs to one of the walls of the main entrance hallway. They're both out of breath from running across to the other side of the campus, and off again to their house.
Joon: (Panting between each line:) That was ridiculous. That was the most ridiculous thing... I've ever done!
Sherlock: And you're a pre-med student who transferred schools halfway through your junior year of being an undergrad!
They both crack up the best they can while still pretty much out of breath from their death run.
Joon: Plenty of other people transfer schools at random points in their university schooling! Why aren't we back at McDonald's? We didn't finish lunch! Or in class like normal students?
Sherlock: They can keep an eye out. It was a long shot anyway.
Joon: Who can keep a lookout? What are you talking about? What were we even doing there?
Sherlock: Oh, just passing the time. And proving a point.
Joon: What point?
Sherlock: You.
Before Joon can ask what Sherlock's talking about, Sherlock accurately predicts that someone's about to ring the doorbell. It's Anthea Hudson.
Sherlock: Anthea, you were right. Joon is going to be a great roommate.
Joon: Says who?
Anthea: Says the girl who's followed me over here.
Anthea walks into the townhouse and past Sherlock and Joon, dropping her backpack by the foot of the stairs.
It turns out that the girl who followed Anthea was Angela Schaefer, the girl who'd previously met Sherlock and Joon at McDonald's. She has the bag of food that Sherlock and Joon had left at the restaurant. Joon approaches her.
Angela: You two forgot your food. I had to text Sherlock to find out where you guys had run off to, so I could bring it to you.
Joon: Um... Thank you...
Joon starts to take the bag while turning to look back at Sherlock, who smiles. Joon then notices that the bag of food is considerably lighter than it was when they'd run off without it. She pulls an empty food wrapper out of the bag.
Joon: What the hell happened to our food? It's gone!
Angela: Well, I was hungry, and I didn't actually end up getting anything when I was at McDonald's, so I may've sampled your food... A little bit...
Joon: Well... Thanks for bringing the bag to us...?
She turns and goes back into the townhouse.
As we follow Joon back in, we see Anthea coming back to the entry hall from the living room.
Anthea: Sherlock, what have you done?
Sherlock: Anthea, what are you talking about?
Anthea: In the living room...
Sherlock and Joon rush into the living room. We see Jill Lestrade sitting in Sherlock's favorite chair.
Sherlock: (Angrily:) What are you doing?
Lestrade: Well, I knew you'd find the suitcase. I'm not stupid, no matter what you say, Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock: You can't just break into our townhouse!
Lestrade: You can't withhold evidence! And I didn't break in!
Joon: Wait, how did you even get in our house? You're criminology students, not actual cops yet. You don't have a warrant!
Lestrade: OK, technically I may've gone to the housing department, pretending I was one of your roommates and had lost my key. It's a dirty move, I know, but Joon, Sherlock's done worse. But that's not the point. Again, I'm not breaking into your townhouse!
Sherlock: Well, what do you call this, then?
Lestrade: The taco version of a drugs bust!
Joon: Seriously? This chick's a junkie? Have you met her?
Sherlock: Joon...
Lestrade: For Taco Bell, yes.
Joon: I'm pretty sure you could search this townhouse all day, and you wouldn't even find a salsa packet!
Sherlock: Joon, you probably want to shut up now.
Joon: But come on...
Sherlock glares at her roommate.
Joon: No...
Sherlock: What?
Joon: You? Obsessed with Taco Bell?
Sherlock: Shut up. (Turning to Lestrade:) I'm not your sniffer dog!
Lestrade: No, Anderson's my sniffer dog.
On cue, Pippa Anderson comes in from the kitchen, giving a princess wave.
Sherlock: Anderson, what are you doing here on a taco bust?
Anderson: Oh, I volunteered.
Lestrade: They both did. They're not actually planning on being drug cops when they get done with school, but they were cool with coming along.
Sally Donovan also comes in from the kitchen, holding a jar.
Sally: Are these human eyes?
Sherlock: Put those back!
Sally: But they were in the microwave!
Sherlock: It was an experiment!
Joon: What kind of a freaky science class are you taking?
Lestrade: Keep looking, you two.
Sally and Anderson disappear back into the kitchen. Lestrade gets out of Sherlock's chair.
Lestrade: Or you could help us properly, and I'll tell them to stand down.
Sherlock: This is childish!
Lestrade: Well, I'm dealing with a child! Sherlock, this is our case, since the real cops won't do a damn thing. I'm letting you in, but do not go off on your own. Are we clear?
Sherlock: So, you set up a pretend taco bust to bully me?
Lestrade: It stops being pretend if we find anything.
Sherlock: I am clean!
Lestrade: Is your townhouse? All of it?
Sherlock: I haven't even gone to get taco ingredients at Giant since last school year!
Lestrade: Neither have I! So let's work together. We found Rachel.
Sherlock: Who is she?
Lestrade: Jennifer Wilson's younger sister, her only sibling.
Sherlock: Her sister? Why would she write her sister's name? Why?
Anderson pops back out of the kitchen.
Anderson: Never mind that! We found the suitcase! According to someone...
Sally: (Fake coughing from off-camera:) Sherlock!
Anderson: ...The kidnapper has the suitcase! And we found it in the hands of our favorite psychopath!
Sherlock: I'm not a psychopath! I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research. (To Lestrade:) You need to bring Rachel in to question her. I need to question her.
Lestrade: She's dead.
Anderson goes back to the kitchen again.
Sherlock: Excellent!
Joon: "Excellent?" Wait, what?
Sherlock: (Ignoring her roommate:) How, when, and why? Is there a connection? There has to be!
Lestrade: Well, I doubt it, since she's been dead for a year. Rachel was Jennifer Wilson's sister, who was 14 when she was killed by a drunk driver last year while walking home from her middle school one afternoon.
Sherlock: Oh, that's... That's not right! How... Why would she do that? Why?
Anderson: Why would she think of her dead sister in what she apparently thought were going to be her last moments? Yep. Sociopath. I'm seeing it now.
Sherlock: She didn't think about her sister. She scratched her name onto a piece of paper. She was being kidnapped! It took effort. She was probably straining, trying to do it while being dragged off.
Joon: Wait, so, this is a kidnapping... Maybe for her to have opened the door to her room in the first place, the kidnapper must've talked to the girl... Someone had to have let the kidnapper in. I mean, don't the dorm buildings need the key cards on the student IDs to get in? What if the kidnapper didn't live on the same floor as Jennifer? And maybe the kidnapper used the death of her sister somehow?
Sherlock: Yeah, but that was months ago! Why would she still be upset?
And then there's an awkward pause, with the exception of the faint sounds of Anderson and Sally shuffling around in the kitchen.
Sherlock: Not good?
Joon: A bit not good, yeah.
Sherlock: If you were being kidnapped, and you thought you could die, what would you say?
Joon: I dunno... "Please, God, let me live."
Sherlock: Use your imagination!
Joon: I don't have to.
Sherlock: What?
Joon: My old school was in a bad part of town!
Sherlock: So?
Joon: Shit happened there! It was the ghetto!
Sherlock: Yeah, but if you were clever, really clever. Jennifer Wilson, leaving the message, she was clever. She's trying to tell us something.
Anthea walks in from the hallway.
Anthea: Isn't the doorbell working? Your classmate's here, Sherlock.
Sherlock: I didn't call any of my classmates. Go away!
Anthea: Oh dear, you girls are making such a mess! What are they looking for?
Joon: It's a taco bust, Anthea!
Anderson and Sally come in from the kitchen.
Anthea: But I just had them for lunch, on the way back from class, since I never got to go to Southside...
Joon: But... Didn't I see you coming out of Southside before you took me to see...
Sherlock: (Shouting:) Shut up, everybody! Don't move, don't speak, don't breathe, don't blink! I'm trying to think! Wait, Anderson, turn the other way. Your face is annoying.
Sally goes back into the kitchen.
Anderson: What? My face is annoying?
Sherlock: Yes, your face! Also, you're no help at anything, just like that time with the fail tape when we all tried to build the cardboard board fort!
Anderson: Oh, my God, Sherlock! That was freshman year! And I'm a criminology student, not an architecture student!
Sherlock: You're a grown woman, Anderson! You really mean to tell me you can't duct tape a piece of cardboard to a wall?
Lestrade: Everybody quiet and still! Anderson, just turn your booty around.
Anderson: Oh, for God's sake!
Lestrade: Turn! Now, please!
Anderson: (Sighing over-dramatically:) OK, fine!
She turns around.
Sherlock: Come on, think! Quick!
Anthea: What about your classmate, Sherlock?
Sherlock: (Shouting:) Anthea!
She squeaks loudly and runs out into the hallway, leaving her backpack.
Sherlock: (Increasingly excited:) Oh... Aha! She was clever. Clever, yes! She's cleverer than you lot and she's been kidnapped and possibly killed! Do you see? Do you get it? Of course she took her phone with her, and she planted it on her kidnapper! When she opened her door that night, she knew she was going to be taken!
Lestrade: But how?
Sherlock: Whaddya mean how?
Lestrade: I mean, how?
Sherlock: Rachel!
Lestrade and Joon just stare blankly at Sherlock, who continues...
Sherlock: Don't you see? Rachel!
At this point, Anderson sort of contorts around to look at Sherlock like she's crazy.
And then, Sherlock basically deflates.
Sherlock: Oh... Look at you girls... You're all so vacant. Is it nice not being me? It must be so relaxing. Rachel is not just any name.
Joon: Then what is it?
Sherlock: Joon, on the luggage, there's a label. Check for the email address.
She goes to the couch, sits down, picks up her laptop, and starts typing away. (For our purposes, Google Maps will be used, and every time the GPS locator zooms in, one of the characters will zoom in on the university on the map while the camera isn't focused on the laptop.)
Joon: Um... It's jwilson42 .
Sherlock: Of course she'd use her school email account on a suitcase she'd take to school. And her password is...
Joon: Rachel.
Sherlock: Now I just need to fake a Mason Alert text to see if her phone goes off.
Anderson: So what? Wait, are you hacking a school service?
Sherlock: Um, no. (Mutters:) Yes. (Louder:) Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole university, both professors and students. We can do more than that. Her phone must have a GPS setting on it, which means if you lose it, you can track it down online. She's leading us directly to the kidnapper.
Lestrade: Unless she got rid of it.
Joon: We know she didn't.
Anthea runs back in.
Anthea: Sherlock, seriously, I can't get this girl to go away!
Sherlock sets down the laptop and gets up.
Sherlock: Anthea, don't you have some homework to do?
Anthea: Yes, but...
Sherlock: (Ignoring her:) Come on... Find her... The phone battery won't last forever...
Lestrade: We'll just have a map location...
Sherlock: It's a start...
The GPS locator stops searching as the cell phone signal is picked up. Joon sits down to look at the computer. A beeping noise is heard.
Joon: Um, Sherlock... Lestrade...
Sherlock: (Ignoring Joon:) ...Narrows it down to students, and not just all of the city of Fairfax! It's the best lead we have!
Joon: Sherlock...!
Sherlock: (Running over:) WHAT! Oh. Oh! Where is it? Tell me! Now!
Joon: It's... Here? At our townhouse? At 221B Baker Street...? Sherlock... What did you do...?
Sherlock: What? How can it be here? I didn't do anything...
Anderson: Except for steal the suitcase!
Sherlock: Shut up, Anderson!
The beeping noise grows louder.
Lestrade: No, but seriously... Maybe it was in the suitcase when you brought it back, and it fell out somewhere?
Sherlock: And I didn't notice? Oh, come on Lestrade! I notice EVERYTHING!
A girl sneaks up behind Anthea, who is still standing in the doorway. It turns out, it's one of the girls Sherlock and Joon had chased earlier. This is JESSALYN HOPE, or JESS, a blond junior with glasses.
Joon: Anyway, we texted her, and she called back.
Lestrade: Girls, apparently, we're also looking for a cell phone somewhere here, one that belonged to the victim.
Sherlock: And who here wants to bet it's pink?
The scene focuses on Sherlock. Time seems to slow down.
Sherlock: (Voice-over:) Who do we trust, even though we don't know them that well at the beginning of the year?
And then Sherlock focuses on Jess, vaguely realizing the girl is there.
Sherlock: (Voice-over:) Who passes unnoticed, wherever they go?
The scene flashes back to the end of the earlier chase scene, when Jess and her friend turn around to be caught by Sherlock and Joon.
Sherlock: (Voice-over:) Who hunts in the middle of a crowd?
The scene returns to the living room. Jess pulls a pink cell phone out of her pocket and texts Sherlock, who looks at the message.
As we see her reading the message, we see what was written, floating out of her phone as a small title. The message says: "Come with me." The title fades out.
Sherlock lowers her phone and looks past Anthea at Jess, who waves and turns to leave.
Joon: Sherlock, are you alright?
Sherlock: (Absently:) Huh? What? Oh, yeah. I'm cool.
Joon: OK, so how is the phone here?
Sherlock: Um... I... don't know?
Joon: I'll try again.
Joon hits the refresh button on the webpage. Sherlock still isn't quite totally paying attention to what's going on.
Sherlock: Yeah, OK, sure.
She starts to leave.
Joon: Wait, hold up. Where are you going?
Sherlock: Fresh air. Just stepping out a minute. Be back soon.
Joon: But we were just out, like, five minutes ago? How much fresh air can a woman get? Are you OK?
Sherlock: Yep. I'm good.
Sherlock runs the rest of the way out of the house.
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