Eleven - Reena
Sherlock hurried down the street and hailed a cab. John stood with him, suddenly feeling braver with his friend by him.
"Sherlock?"
"Yes? Scotland Yard please, cabbie." Sherlock instructed the cab driver and replied to John in the same breath before settling down in his seat.
"Sherlock, I'm sorry - "
"Quite alright." he answered, flashing one of his blink-and-you-miss-it grins.
John breathed out, relieved that he hadn't had to go further with an emotional explanation and apology...he wasn't sure how he'd explain about his annoyance at Sherlock's stubborness, anyway.
The cab drew up outside Scotland Yard and Sherlock leapt out, followed by John. The pair walked into Scotland Yard and straight to Inspector Lestrade's office.
"Lestrade!" Sherlock yelled triumphantly, slamming the door open and causing the police detective to jump to his feet with fright, "I have him! Whitehall, immediately, we don't have a minute to lose!"
"Whitehall?" the other stuttered.
John looked on in silence, completely lost.
"Yes, the evidence is clear! Get your men moving, and I'll meet you there!"
"Can I have a name?"
"Sir Rutherford Giles."
"THE HOME SECRETARY?" Lestrade tried to add something, but couldn't. Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Yes, the Home Secretary, now do you want to catch him or not?"
Lestrade stretched a shaking hand out to reach the phone on his desk, "I'll meet you and John outside Whitehall, Sherlock, but you better hope to goodness that you're right!"