Part 9: In which homeless people save the day and John really isn't gay.
"John!"
"Sherlock! Is that you? How are you calling me? If you broke out of jail-"
"Don't be ridiculous, John. I simply told my warders I needed to speak with my partner."
"Partner! You said we were, were-"
"Gay, yes John. Now shut up and listen very carefully. Log on to my laptop. You know the password, I believe, and look under the files labeled Moriarty. Now-"
"Why do you have so many pictures of him?"
"It's called evidence, John. Now, go under Crimes and find the most recent file. Copy it onto a memory stick."
"Okay. Then do I take them in and show Lestrade?"
"Of course not. No one would believe it from you."
"Why not?"
"Testimonies from spouses generally hold little weight in court."
"Sherlock!" John gritted his teeth. "Will you please not tell the whole world I'm gay! No, that sounds wrong. I mean, I'm not gay. Stop saying I am."
"Save your sexual crisis for later, John. Go to the intersection of Gloucestor and George street. Give the memory stick to the homeless woman with the bandana."
"Fine."
"Good. That's all."
John laid his phone down and sighed.