John stepped out of the car after the long drive and took in a deep breath. It may not be extremely fresh air, but certainly better than Central London. Sherlock stepped out from the other side of the car, wrapping his navy blue scarf round his neck as he did so. "Did you bring the teapot?" John asked. Sherlock reached into his coat pocket and grabbed a plastic bag with the shattered remains. "Where's Lestrade?"
"I dunno, think I saw him go behind one of the small trees over there."
"Well go get him and tell him to stop messing around. I've been on this case for far too long and would like to get further along with it." John looked over to the trees in the distance and saw Lestrade running towards them. "Where were you? Sherlock was getting annoyed."
"I had to find a tree that needed a good watering. Why didn't Sherlock let us stop on the way? Been bursting for over an hour."
"He's always like that. When there's something he needs to get done he doesn't stop for anything until it's done...Anyway he's over there, he said he needs you." Lestrade walked up to Sherlock, who was kneeling down on the grass, picking away at the dirt with his gloved fingers. "John said you needed me." Sherlock looked up for a second and back down at the grass. "I need Anderson, where is he?"
"He didn't come. You honestly just noticed?" Sherlock paused. "I was thinking."
"Okay well what do you need, I'll try and help out." Sherlock continued to dig away at the dirt in silence for a few seconds and then spoke. "I need plastic bags to bring dirt back to London. I put some in the glove compartment." Lestrade rolled his eyes and looked towards the car. "You needed Anderson here to bring you plastic bags?"
"Well what else is he good for?" Lestrade accepted that he wasn't going to get anywhere if he continued talking and went to the car without a word. He searched in the glove compartment of the passenger's seat, and found plastic bags among a ton of rubbish that looked like previous failed attempts of Sherlock's "evidence". As he got back up and slammed the door of the car shut he looked over to John, who was now walking slowly towards where Sherlock was kneeling down. He too started to walk in that direction. He got there and threw the bags onto the floor by Sherlock's head. "Got them for you." Sherlock simply nodded as he picked up the bags and started filling them with dirt and grass. "You really think that this dirt is gonna lead you to some sort of case?" John said, studying Sherlock's moves. "Of course" was Sherlock's only reply, as he continued to pick pieces of grass up and put them into seperate plastic bags. There was a minute of silence where John and Lestrade just looked down at the man as he did so, both utterly mesmerised by his determination. John looked up and so did Lestrade, both giving each other a look to say "We better just let him get on with it". Just as they looked back down, Sherlock jumped up and adjusted his coat as he did so. "I've got all I need. Let's go."