'Come to 221b Baker Street. SH'
I looked at the message I just got sent and sighed. I got my jacket and soon was in a taxi on my way to his house.
I walked up the stairs to see Sherlock lying down on the couch talking to John.
'It's no use, there's no other way. We'll have to risk it' Sherlock said staring up at the ceiling.
'On my desk there's a number. I want you to send a text' Sherlock said holding out the phone for John to take.
'You've brought me here to send a text' John asked clearly pissed off
'Say please Sherlock' I said scaring both Sherlock and John
'Tage, you know I hate it when you sneak up on me' Sherlock said glaring at me. I smiled innocently
'Which is why I do it Hun' I retorted earning another glare.
'Text, yes, the number on my desk' Sherlock said to John, ignoring me again. John looking very pissed off took the phone and looked outside.
'What's wrong?" I asked John as Sherlock sat up.
'I just met a friend of yours' John stated
'A friend?" Sherlock asked confused
'Sherlock doesn't have any friends besides me' I said
'A enemy' He stated
'Oh, which one?' He asked much more relaxed.
'Well, your arch-enemy, according to him. Do people have arch-enemies?' John asked as I went and sat on the arm chair of the lounge Sherlock was laying on.
'Did he offer you money to spy on me?' Sherlock asked not really caring
'Yes' John asked
'Did you take it?" Sherlock asked
'No' John replied taking a deep breath
'Pity, we could have split the fee, think it through next time' Sherlock said closing his eyes again as I rolled my eyes
'Who is he?' John asked not believing Sherlock's calm nature
'The most dangerous man you've ever met and not my problem right now' Sherlock answered. I rolled my eyes once more. Yes he is dangerous but he is not the most dangerous man I've ever met.
'On my desk, the number!' Sherlock said more forcefully. I hit him lightly in the foot and glared at him as he looked at me.
John walked over to his desk and picked up a piece of paper
'Jennifer Wilson, that was . . . hang on wasn't that the dead woman?' John asked
'Yes, that's not important, just enter the number' Sherlock said impatiently.
'Are you doing it?" Sherlock asked
'Yes' John replied
'Have you done it?' Sherlock asked straight after
'Yes, hang on' John replied angrily
'These words exactly 'What happened at Lauriston Gardens? I must have black out. 22 Northumberland street, please come' Sherlock recited
'You black out?" John asked and I sighed
'What? No . . . No!' Sherlock cried out angrily as he got up
'Type and send it, quickly' Sherlock said as he walked over to the table and chairs and got a pink suitcase from the chair. I looked at the suitcase and knew whose it was straight away.
'Have you sent it?' Sherlock asked impatiently
'What's the address?' John asked
'22 Northumberland Street, hurry up!' Sherlock said as he opened the suitcase and started looking in it. I walked over and stood behind Sherlock who was sitting next to the suitcase.
'That's . . . that's the pink lady's case, that's Jennifer Wilson's case' John stated confused
'Yes . . . obviously' Sherlock said staring at the case and then sighed
'Oh, perhaps I should mention – I didn't kill her' Sherlock stated
'I never said you did' John said staring at Sherlock
'Why not? Given the text he just asked you to send and the fact that I have her case, it's a perfectly logical assumption' I stated
'Do people usually assume you're the murderer?" John asked Sherlock and I smiled
'Now and then, yes' I replied while Sherlock had a crooked smile on his face.
'Ok . . . How did you get this?" John asked as he came and sat next to Sherlock and I
'By looking' Sherlock replied
'Where?' John asked but Sherlock didn't reply so instead John looked up at me. I gave him a small smile
'The killer must have driven her to Lauriston Gardens. He could only keep her case by accident if it was in a car. Nobody could be seen with this case without drawing attention – particularly a man, which is statistically more likely, so he'd feel compelled to get rid of it the moment he noticed he had it, wouldn't have taken him more than 5 minutes to realise his mistake. So Sherlock no doubt, checked every backstreet wide enough for a car five minutes from Lauriston Gardens and anywhere you could dispose of a bulky object without being observed' I explained to John earning a smile from Sherlock.
'Took me less than an hour to find the right skip' Sherlock commented
'So how do you two know each other?" John asked. I smiled and placed a hand on Sherlock's shoulder
'I grew up next to his family, his family almost raised me like their own' I explained, John simply nodded. I looked down and noticed Sherlock was staring at me with curious eyes. I gave him a small smile. He opened his mouth to say something but John cut him off
'Pink, you got all that because you realised her case would be pink?" John asked
'It had to be pink, obviously' Sherlock stated as if it was the clearest thing in the would
'Why didn't I think of that?" John asked
'Because you are an idiot' Sherlock stated without thinking earning a wack in the back of the head from me.
'No, No, don't look like that, practically everyone is. Now look, do you see what's missing?' Sherlock asked,
'From the case? How could I?" John asked sarcastically and looked over at me; I made a phone symbol with my hand
'Her phone, where's her mobile phone?" Sherlock asked
'There was no phone on the body, there's no phone in the case, and we know she had one, you just texted it' Sherlock stated
'Maybe she left it at home' John said
'She has a string of lovers and she's careful about it. She never leaves her phone at home' Sherlock said
'Why did I just send that text?" John asked confused
'Well, the question is where her phone is now?" Sherlock said
'She could have lost it' John said
'Yes, or?" I said trying to push John in the right direction
'The murderer . . . you think the murderer has the phone?' John asked Sherlock but his eyes were looking at me and I nodded
'Maybe she . . . left it when she left her case, maybe he took it from her for some reason, either way the balance of probability is the murderer has her phone' Sherlock explained
'Sorry . . . what are we doing? Did I just text a murderer? What good will that do?' John asked slightly scared when suddenly the phone started ringing.
'A few hours after his last victim and now he receives a text that can only be from her. If somebody had just found that phone they'd ignore a text like that but the murderer would panic' Sherlock said flipping the suitcase closed. Sherlock stood up and grabbed his coat.
'Have you talked to the police?" John asked
'Four people are dead, there isn't time' Sherlock replied
'So why are you talking to me?' John asked
'Mrs Hudson took my skull' Sherlock explained
'So I'm basically filling in for your skull?' John asked
'Relax, you're doing fine' Sherlock replied
'Well, what about Tage?' John asked and I looked at him and smiled
'Tage, doesn't count' Sherlock replied carefully, not looking at my face
'Why not?' John asked confused and I laughed softly
'Because I disappeared 4 years ago without warning and now I'm back without warning and Sherlock cannot figure out why I left, where I went or why I am back and it annoys him' I explained before walking over and kissing a slightly blushing Sherlock on the cheek and walking downstairs.
'You mean the great Sherlock Holmes can't figure out something' John teased
'Well?' Sherlock asked
'Well what?" John asked
'Well . . . you could sit there and watch telly' Sherlock said
'You want me to come with you?" John asked
'Of cause he does but he won't admit it and we are losing time so hurry up and get your asses down here boys' I shouted.
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