Days past and Sherlock barely moved from the kitchen, occasionally getting up to get pieces of evidence that he had scattered around the flat, or to get a cup of tea. He was deep in thought when John walked into the apartment with shopping bags. "Just came back from the shops, bloody cashier only gave me back half of my change." John looked up, and noticed that Sherlock probably hadn't heard a word of what he said. "Sherlock? Sherlock come on you've been completely quiet and still for like 3 days now, you have to do something. Eat, sleep, go out, do something!" Sherlock didn't move a muscle, and continued to stare at the desk in un-divided concentration. "Come on, you should go out. Go walk around for a bit, get some fresh air." Sherlock inhaled sharply but didn't move otherwise. "Dull." John let out a long sigh of frustration. "Well you can't just sit there for weeks on end, can you?! You're gonna have to get up and do something. Have you even gotten any further with this "evidence" of yours?" John made quotation marks with his fingers in the air even though he knew Sherlock couldn't see what he was doing. "I have. Well, I have sort of. I've found where the teapot is from, or where this specific one was before it got to us. But I've looked at all the maps and the area is fields for miles."
"Why would someone try to lead you to a field with an old, broken teapot?" John said in genuine curiosity. "I don't know. The only way to find out is to go there. We'll leave tomorrow morning, it's near Maidstone. I'll need Anderson there, and maybe Lestrade if something important arises."
"W-w-w-wait. We? What makes you think I want to go out to Maidstone with you to find out about some ancient teapot?"
"I don't know why you seem so surprised. You go with me to most of my other cases, and that's what this is - a case." John frowned and looked at Sherlock who was now looking back up at him too. He rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll go. But I swear sometimes I feel like your bloody parent taking you round." Sherlock hinted at a tiny smirk. "Great. So tomorrow morning. Call Lestrade."