Chapter 6: Picking Fights
"Why are you here?" Sally Donovan sneered at Hayden, who raised an eyebrow at the woman before turning to Lestrade.
"Is this how the Yard treats all witnesses brought in to file a report?" Hayden asked innocently, "I may have to file a complaint if that is the case."
"Hayden," Sherlock chided the woman who simply stuck her tongue out at him, "you're being petty."
"Well I'm a petty person," Hayden pouted as she stopped her chair in order to cross her arms.
Only to, a moment later, start moving again, cursing the men who had done this to her not for the first time. She shook her head as Lestrade held the door open for her. She thanked the man as she entered the room.
"This came for you," Lestrade said, handing Sherlock a package, "we tested it for explosives and drugs."
"That's reassuring," Sherlock quipped, pausing in his exploration of the outside of the package.
"Oh, just open it," Hayden groaned, "I can't handle the suspense."
"I figured you'd know what it is," Sherlock responded as he opened the package and pulled out a pink phone.
"Not like you'd believe me if I said I did," Hayden muttered sullenly.
"It's the phone," Lestrade noted, "the phone from the Study in Pink."
"You read his blog?" Sherlock questioned, his head snapping to Lestrade.
"We all read his blog," Sally informed the consulting detective with a smirk.
"If anyone cares I haven't actually read it," Hayden offered, feeling slightly left out.
"Thank you," Sherlock said.
"Yet," Hayden added, grinning as Sherlock glared at her.
"Why would anyone send you the phone, Sherlock?" John wondered, looking from the phone to the consulting detective.
"Must be your fan," Hayden added thoughtlessly, not seeing the suspicious look Sherlock sent her way.
"Must be," Sherlock agreed when the phone pinged.
"Huh," Hayden asked but Sherlock had already moved on.
"Hayden, look at this," Sherlock said, holding the phone out to the woman.
"That's my livingroom," Hayden pointed out, "Who the fuck could break past Mycroft's security?"
"Maybe someone you know?" Sally questioned blandly.
"Are you suggesting that I have something to do with this?" Hayden growled.
"Hayden," Sherlock said firmly, drawing Hayden's glare to himself, "pick your fights."
"Fine," Hayden relented after a few deep breaths, "let's go make sure there isn't a bomb in my livingroom."
Sherlock nodded and led the group out of the room, holding the door open for Hayden who was directly behind him.