Sherlock spent a week sat in the same position thinking, John was really begining to get worried about him. Sherlock hadn't eaten or drunk for who knows how long and John couldn't make him eat. John sighed for what felt like the millionth time and pushed the switch to turn on the kettle and leaned against the work top facing his friend. Sherlock was sat in the same position, feet curled up underneath him and hands pressed together under his chin. The kettle squealed indicating that it had boiled and John poured the hot water in to his mug with some milk and a tea bag, just the way he liked it. He stirred it for a second, removed the bag, and went to sit opposite Sherlock. It had been a week now and John was getting worried he needed Sherlock to do... something.
"Sherlock" said the doctor in a commanding voice the detective reluctantly opened one eye
"What?"
"Sherlock, its been a week now, surely you have come up with a plan" John watched as the detective opened the other eye, stared at him for a moment then jumped up and ran into another room. John raised an eyebrow but said nothing, he had come to trust Sherlock and his quirky ways and sudden movements. He settled into his chair and waited knowing better than to disturb his friend.
Moments later Sherlock burst through the room holding something in his hands and ran into the bathroom. John listened and he heard the shower turn on and he nodded to himself. The doctor reached for the newspaper on the table in front of him and took a sip of his tea.
After about half an hour Sherlock re-appeared dressed, showered and with slightly damp hair "John I was thinking" John put down the paper and looked up at Sherlock
"What about?"
"Ariella"
"Oh, you've come up with a plan, of course it leads to Moriarty"
"Quite so, I remember when she was...er... attacked and ended up where she is now, at the hospital they took the two bullets out, I studied them for weeks but I have never seen the brand before, perhaps you know it" Sherlock sat down at the kitchen table and John stood up from his chair and stood beside his friend
"Why did you keep them?" Sherlock looked up at his friend with a sarcastic expression on his face and in his eyes and John shrugged.
"Can you recognize them?" Sherlock asked and John sat down next to his friend. He picked up one of the bullets and looked hard at it, all of a sudden his brow furrowed "Hand me that microscope" he said and Sherlock handed it to him without a word. John placed the bullet under the lense and looked at it for a second before huffing and leaning away.
Sherlock still said nothing and John looked at him, "I know what bullet that is" he stated and Sherlock looked eagerly at him "Its a bullet that only the highest ranking officers in the army can have" Sherlock looked hard and the bullet
"How come I didn't spot that" he mumbled to himself but John herd what he said
"I'm not surprised that you didn't see it, only a very select few have seen these bullets and even less have access to them" John told Sherlock.
"Well then, that should make it easier to track the gun men down shouldn't it" Sherlock jumped up swiping the bullets into his pocket and pulling on his long coat.
"Where are you going?" asked John
"WE, are going to pay a visit to Lestrade"
"Why we?"
"You care for Ariella just as much as I do, I can see it in your eyes"
